<?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-26478649</id><updated>2011-08-09T12:34:13.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The aesthetic experiences.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4858004513136828385</id><published>2010-06-19T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:36:29.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trip to saigon was the first time i'm travelling overseas alone. I've always wanted to try travelling alone cause i believe everyone's itinery is never the same. Well, it was a fruitful trip i had, my soul's still there i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i was there, i could feel the vibe of the city. The countless motorcycles, road hawkers, markets, shy stares from the citizens. I was cheated into paying 5 times of what i was supposed to pay for a ride in a taxi from the airport to my hotel. Checked into the hotel, told the receptionist what happened and she got really infuriated, she called up the taxi company and demanded a reinbursement of the taxi fare. Well, it wasn't really successful because i didn't have the driver's car license number. So she suggested i go down to the taxi company and identify the driver, which i think is a waste of time and effort cause they all kinda look the same! Really appreciate her effort though, for making me feel that there was still a piece of love in the city, that there are still lovely people around, and not everyone wants a slice of your wallet. Proceeded to take a moto taxi down to dong khoi st, where i had my clothes tailored. Then took a confusing walk down to saigon square, trying to stay calm and avoid the weird stares. I guess i was looking too "touristy" cause i had my huge slr slung accross my chest, and occasionally flipping out a map from my rear pocket. After a little shopping, went back to the hotel and had dinner. Explored the back alleys and found this shop selling pho. Pho, pronounced as 'fur', is a vietamese delicacy that is cheap and really tasty. I had it for all 4 days there, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. A bowl of pho costs less than SGD$2! Sat down, and started talking to a vietnamese auntie. She could speak really good english. Proceeded to the one of the pubs and had a couple bottles of beer while watching the world cup. Over there, most people sit on stools. So there was a saying that the lower the stools, the cheaper the beer. And that was really true. I had beer every night and it costs merely USD$1 for a bottle of saigon beer. It was there when i got to know my first switzerland friend, valentine. We really hit it off really well, discussing about how similar life was in singapore and switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, at 8 in the morning, i boarded the bus for a 2 1/2 hour journey, 70 km north of saigon city to an area known as cu chi. I soon realise I was the only asian in the bus. It's really amazing to see how life is like outside the city. i saw lots of houses next to cemeteries, children playing in the cemetries, cows and horses everywhere, feeding on the vast fields of greenery. There wasn't proper roads all the time, everywhere was dusty, though there was still some old world charm there. Once we reached cu chi, we headed to the famous cu chi tunnels. A 200km long underground tunnel which were used by the vietnamese to hide from the artillery fire. We were made to crawl through this tiny tunnel which was pitch black and only around 1m high and 1m wide. Watched a vietnamese propaganda film, showed us around the premises and interested tourist could try some live firing. I bought 10 bullets for the AK-47. It costs around SGD$20. So after the tour, we headed back to the city. I dropped my stuff at the hotel and proceeded to Dan sinh market. The market was stuffy, lots of army equipment. Exactly like the beach road army market in singapore. Just that they had tons of watches, zippos, ammo boxes and stuff, which the shop owners claim belonged to the dead american soldiers during the vietnam war. So after that, i walked to ben thanh market, which was a famous tourist trap. Prices were more costly, but the selection was huge. Got myself tailored clothes again. After dinner, i met up with valentine again, for some beer and to watch the world cup. We were bar hopping and that was where i met this vietnamese girl. Her name was chau and she could speak really good chinese. Spent the night chit chatting, and talking about how much i love vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, Chau and her friend wanted to take me shopping. They brought me to a bus station, where we took a bus to district 6. Didn't imagine i'll ever take a bus in vietnam cause the moto taxi's are so cheap and convenient, you don't ever have to waste time waiting for a bus. Well it was a great experience though, feeling how it's like taking a bus down town in saigon. Most vietnamese either own a motocycle, bicycle or take a bus to get around.  District 6 was really different. There were hardly any tourists, so once again, everyone was staring at me like an alien. Didn't have much guts to take pictures though. Quite a pity. They took me to binh tay market, a huge wholesale market. I was shopping for a pair of sandles at this shop. The salesgirl could hardly speak english and we had a terrible time haggling over size and prices. Luckily, her mum spoke really good chinese and was really happy i was there. She was persistent to introduce her daughter to me. Telling me how hard working her daughter is and how old she is. We then went to andong plaza and andong market. In the night, chau bought me eggs from a street hawker. She claimed that it was duck eggs. The first one tasted really tasty. It was serve with a plate of chilli and various mint and basil leaves. The second one was nasty. the inside of the egg look brown. I thought it was preserved egg of something. I asked chau, and she refused to tell me what it was, just replied," you eat already you will know." She held up the spoon and thrust it towards my mouth. So being adventurous, and wanting the thrill of tasting exotic food, i gobbled it up. I didnt know what i was thinking, probably under the influence of beer, i didn't suspect it was something bad. All i thought was it was just preserved egg or something. Only till i started munching on it. i felt feathers and bones. So i spit out a little piece, and realised that it was a bone. Chau was laughing at the expression on my face. Only did she explain to me that it was a duck foetus. Well I soon got over it, the taste wasn't quite terrible, so i added lots of chilli to eat and finished the whole egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy experience i suppose. I made so many new friends. Most of whom were alone, some were backpacking throughout asia, some were working in vietnam for years but never wanna go home. People from Vietnam, Australia, Uk, Switzerland, Belgium, Canada, Germany. Crossed moto littered roads, Haggled for discounts, Tried exotic food, went to tourist-free areas, lived life like a vietnamese in a city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, i'm saving up for my next trip to the mekong delta. I'm really bitten by the travel bug and i've got the love for asia. I'll see you again soon, vietnam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4858004513136828385?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4858004513136828385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4858004513136828385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4858004513136828385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4858004513136828385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-to-saigon-was-first-time-im.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4959640677127552747</id><published>2009-04-08T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:52:45.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys. I'm leaving for taiwan. Would be back on 1st May. Hope everyone stays great. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4959640677127552747?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4959640677127552747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4959640677127552747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4959640677127552747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4959640677127552747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4143136491905719522</id><published>2009-02-15T18:32:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:52:22.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! Glad i made it back from brunei in one piece. I've been through lots of shit and learnt lots of stuff which made me quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunei is a terrible place. The jungle there, the weather, the terrain. But it isn't as terrible as what people describe as. Yeah sure it does rain almost everyday at 2pm, sure the mountains were steep, sure it was freezing cold at night. Glad i survived it all. Some parts of the mountains required us to climb on all fours. Just like spiderman. So i guess u can imagine the level of steepness! You see boulders which hardly exist in SG. Giant trees and giant ants as well. Giant moths and cicadas everywhere in the camp. Once after the rain stopped, The whole basketball court was filled with flying ants. There were so many of them u had to use ur feet to kick them off the ground before u can sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport before departing for brunei. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SZf1ZZm0OII/AAAAAAAACiE/F2mT_A2M3g4/s1600-h/P1060552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SZf1ZZm0OII/AAAAAAAACiE/F2mT_A2M3g4/s400/P1060552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302976902971275394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SZf2B2KrW8I/AAAAAAAACiU/ayXUOyArlB0/s1600-h/P1060562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SZf2B2KrW8I/AAAAAAAACiU/ayXUOyArlB0/s400/P1060562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302977597832649666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a 1 hour and 45min flight to brunei. Landed, took a bus to the ferry terminal and took a 4 hour ride in the ferry to bangar town. From there, a 15min ride to lakiun camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R &amp;amp; R was quite fun. Although it's mosques and museums. They brought us to the water village as well. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SZgAZkDpXqI/AAAAAAAACj8/A17jgL3eLMY/s400/P1060634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302989000404459170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SZgAxN83q3I/AAAAAAAACkE/Sb4YITesVB0/s1600-h/P1060639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SZgAxN83q3I/AAAAAAAACkE/Sb4YITesVB0/s400/P1060639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302989406787316594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the night was cold, we smoked red cigarettes. When i was shivering at sleep, my mates burnt wood to keep ourselves warm. When i was stuck on a tree and might fall and break my leg, my buddy threw his weapon away and saved me. When i was tired, my sergent offered glucose and lipton tea powder to me. When we needed hot food so badly i cooked maggi out of a sardine can.  Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SZfyizN4xiI/AAAAAAAACh8/PSqPIVNOZBM/s1600-h/P1060562.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/26478649-4143136491905719522?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4143136491905719522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4143136491905719522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4143136491905719522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4143136491905719522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back-glad-i-made-it-back-from-brunei.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SZf1ZZm0OII/AAAAAAAACiE/F2mT_A2M3g4/s72-c/P1060552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8520003570032470566</id><published>2009-01-30T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:30:26.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYLWot6MMFI/AAAAAAAAChs/CvaxgCzh6cY/s1600-h/qiaoyi_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297032106747899986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYLWot6MMFI/AAAAAAAAChs/CvaxgCzh6cY/s400/qiaoyi_056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving for brunei. Wish that i'll come back in one piece! BYE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8520003570032470566?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8520003570032470566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8520003570032470566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8520003570032470566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8520003570032470566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-leaving-for-brunei.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYLWot6MMFI/AAAAAAAAChs/CvaxgCzh6cY/s72-c/qiaoyi_056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7593988640036188073</id><published>2009-01-29T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:33:21.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year my friends!&lt;br /&gt;We got the best platoon in the battalion for platoon proficiency test!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYHMK9hgcAI/AAAAAAAAChk/DTrD7bQTDRM/s1600-h/%28C%29+PLATOON7%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYHMK9hgcAI/AAAAAAAAChk/DTrD7bQTDRM/s400/%28C%29+PLATOON7%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296739125450272770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great Chinese new year i had, though everyone's getting busier n stressful. We still take time out to do what we do every year. Our reunion dinner of course, plus lao yu shen. Which tastes so fucking disgusting. HAHA.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYHI0ckt3tI/AAAAAAAAChU/ExP7FXihkZU/s1600-h/P2401090001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYHI0ckt3tI/AAAAAAAAChU/ExP7FXihkZU/s400/P2401090001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296735440113360594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well time flies. Ivan has ORDed, weecheong has enlisted and I've completed almost 1 year in NS. I've turned operational and on stand-by for a period. Just hope mas selamat comes back so i'll be activated to hunt for him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going for Exercise Lancer tomorrow. Training in brunei for those who don't know. It's gonna be tough. Tougher then what i've been through for the pass few months i guess? Actually, to be honest i'm kinda scared. After what everyone says how terrible a place brunei can be. How cold it can be when e sunsets and how hot it is in the day. Or to the extend that it rains everyday in the night and the insects are 10 times bigger than the ones in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it does scares me a little but i really wanna see how terrible that jungle can be. It's gonna be a real life experience for me and i promise, after coming back i'll cherish singapore even more. I'll be coming back on the 13th. Promise to post pictures of the place, and the escapades i survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i passed my TP on the first attempt. Scored 18 points. The tester was quite lenient i've got to say, though he sounded n looked damn strict! Took my sister's car for a drive of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to cmpb for the vertical marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYHJFD2e-sI/AAAAAAAAChc/5W_4gNDEuVA/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYHJFD2e-sI/AAAAAAAAChc/5W_4gNDEuVA/s400/DSC00549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296735725534771906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodbye, wish me luck for brunei. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7593988640036188073?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7593988640036188073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7593988640036188073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7593988640036188073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7593988640036188073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-my-friends-it-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SYHMK9hgcAI/AAAAAAAAChk/DTrD7bQTDRM/s72-c/%28C%29+PLATOON7%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4915250513107898201</id><published>2009-01-03T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:32:37.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year! I hope everyone will get pass 2009 smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been quite a good one. Not much major events though. I remember my redang trip which was wonderful. My first trip overseas with my friends. Enlistment to army, started fishing, going to thai discos, stopped clubbing, stopped buying labels, and err, i can't really think much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4915250513107898201?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4915250513107898201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4915250513107898201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4915250513107898201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4915250513107898201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-i-hope-everyone-will-get.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6522843124963641297</id><published>2008-12-14T14:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:00:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Dear friends, the next entry you see contains explicit language and if you're uncomfortable with it please don't read it. Oh ya, you'll probably be guessing if it's a story i wrote, or re-enacting a scene that happened on myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you take care of me?" Those were the last words Dan heard before they hoped on the blue taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts were pumping anxiously not expecting what's gonna happen next. Nicole had her arms around Dan, her messy hair still had the beautiful shampoo smell that Dan loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bespectacled malay uncle was driving the duo back to Nicole's place. She was dead drunk after all the drinking. She knew something was gonna happen as it did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If i'm gonna kiss u or lick ur neck, just ignore alright?" Nicole said while trying to catch her next breath. That happened seconds after. The pair looked at each other in the eyes. Dan smiled while his right hand was caressing Nicole's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed herself an inch up hoping their lips would met. Dan jerked his head backwards. He was telling to himself that his motive was to escort her home safetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Dan wished he could taste those luscious lips of hers. All along, Dan did have a thing for her. Alright then. Dan thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole made the advancement again. They were busy tasting each other while the speedometer reads 140km/h. Adrenaline was rushing while Nicole started running her hands all over Dan. The stentch of alcohol n cigarette smoke reeked. But neither bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are u able to walk into your house n go back to your room?" Dan questioned. Nicole doubted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay over at my place, I'll bring u back tomorrow." Said Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise nothing is gonna hapen? Promise you'll take care of me?" Nicole spoked with a weak smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, yeah. I promise." Both of them hooked their fingers like they were kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle, change place." Dan muttered to the uncle who probably saw everything that went on earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fare was $19.50. Dan carried Nicole out of the taxi while a few malay kids at the nearby void deck wondered what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they were in Dan's room. Dan changed to his sleep wear. He poured a cup of ice water and assisted Nicole. She was gulping it like a bufalo. She was all smiles while sitting on the bed. Dan removed her necklaces, watches n bracelets. Positioned her on the pillow and covered the blanket for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole reached out to grab Dan. "I want you to sleep together with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright alright." Dan said. The moment he layed down, Nicole reached over to hug Dan like a bolster. Dan layed still, stiff as a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Nicole was on top. They were busy kissing each other. Dan felt really bad doing this, but he was dead tired n weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole stood up n removed her pants. Tossing it on the floor. And went along next was her top as well. She assisted Dan in removing his shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole went straight down on it. Dan moaned in satisfaction. A feeling he haven felt for long. It felt great though a little prickly feeling was felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan couldn't take it anymore and withdrawed. Nicole wanted to continue giving, not allowing Dan to more away. It was only until Dan started inserting his fingers into her before she started to stop working on Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan was busy pleasuring the G-spot he had found. This went on for 5 minutes and Nicole blurted, "F**k me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex went on. Missionary first, switching to doggy style after a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can really F**k me so long." Nicole said, with a slight grin on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess it was partly because of the alcohol. Don't u feel good?" Dan went harder n deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah u bet. When was the last time u had sex?" Nicole said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, a year n a half back then I guess. What about you?" Dan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm 2 months?" Nicole replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan knew she was promiscuous. He felt a little upset though, but he was already in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suck me off darling, I'm gonna cum." Nicole reached over n did it. Dan laid on his back, watching himself got eaten up. "U know what darling, this has got to be the best n craziest Bj I've ever received." Dan exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deed was done. They wiped up n continued hugging each other to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within mintues, Nicole was up again on Dan. Dan's eyes were half opened as he said,"What are u going to do to me? Are u gonna eat me up again? Are u gonna rape me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hee hee, are u horny?" Nicole with a shy expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went straight for Dan's left ear n licked it. Dan loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you're killing me!" Dan moaned as he said it. "I love getting my ears licked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I love teasing you." Said Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we gonna have sex again? I'm really tired." Said Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duo ended up doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna give you a surprise." Nicole said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went under the blanket n slided herself down, positioning her face right in front of that bulging crotch. She used all her strength to pull Dan's shorts down. Within seconds, Dan was there moaning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan loved the surprise he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're having sex while the sun is almost up, and the birds chirping." Dan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cum on my tummy." Nicole said while enjoying the thrusts Dan was busy giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argh!" The both of them moaned as if they've attained nirvana. Their bodies clung on tightly to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, it was all over. Once again, Dan felt all wrong, so sinful, why was he so weak to stop Nicole. Though he felt like he was the one being take advantaged of, he knew it took 2 hands to clap. Dan felt like killing himself. He didn't know what he's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan checked his watch. Time, 7:00am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6522843124963641297?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6522843124963641297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6522843124963641297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6522843124963641297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6522843124963641297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-1-will-you-take-care-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7076204084858191179</id><published>2008-12-07T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:27:50.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/STvdQGtMS1I/AAAAAAAACgQ/6dp_MZ-Jb_U/s1600-h/Placebo.+meds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277054657142475602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/STvdQGtMS1I/AAAAAAAACgQ/6dp_MZ-Jb_U/s400/Placebo.+meds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/26478649-7076204084858191179?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7076204084858191179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7076204084858191179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7076204084858191179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7076204084858191179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/STvdQGtMS1I/AAAAAAAACgQ/6dp_MZ-Jb_U/s72-c/Placebo.+meds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3747355637666424486</id><published>2008-11-23T13:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:37:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SSjrPfTNW-I/AAAAAAAACfw/DFF2yxqMxcQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722015169797090" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SSjrE1loEWI/AAAAAAAACfg/2qrEGrLyah8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271721925817442866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SSjrKSb8ojI/AAAAAAAACfo/UVvWLUHamJA/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722415384700242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SSjrmyN4JVI/AAAAAAAACgI/GikqXPiv084/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722090077595362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SSjrT2WnpuI/AAAAAAAACf4/bKeKi8zup_k/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271722187917783986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SSjrZi1ic7I/AAAAAAAACgA/2SdQ9KqB4WI/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go to escape theme park, sentosa, OCH, batam, singapore zoo, tampines ikea, bugis to develop my film. But i'm just too busy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3747355637666424486?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3747355637666424486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3747355637666424486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3747355637666424486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3747355637666424486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanna-go-to-escape-theme-park-sentosa.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SSjrPfTNW-I/AAAAAAAACfw/DFF2yxqMxcQ/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5220813290329537325</id><published>2008-10-05T12:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:13:04.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll be a super cool geeky scientist in search of a cure for chinese from mainland china who are currently flooding singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be a chilling out at suburban places. Consisting of preppy people with a nice range of jazz music floating in e air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be on hunt for the best food in SG. Filling my angry taste buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be carrying my rangefinder around my neck, always ready to shoot, explicit contents i call which create an influx in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll always be updating myself to bands and new singles. Going to gigs at timbre or homeclub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life would consists of booze, cigarettes, dope girls, best boy frens, kool kids, music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5220813290329537325?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5220813290329537325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5220813290329537325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5220813290329537325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5220813290329537325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-f-m-y-l-i-f-e-w-s-n-i-n-d-i-e-f-i-l-m.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5618875802768041660</id><published>2008-10-05T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:53:55.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your left your left your left right, 1 guards, left right, GAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my GAC 3 weeks ago. Quite lazy to blog though. Went through hell during the whole course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly we had 3 days of missions to fight. Including night missions which we can't see a single shit. After the tiring 3 days in tekong, we finally completed the missions and were ready to start with GAC. Anyway GAC is a process that transforms normal infantry soldiers into guardsmen. Some tradition since dunno when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all started. We had to walk around 3-5km to different checkpoints and complete various tests, only after we pass then could we advance to the next test. We did it in Full battle order and the weight was killing my shoulders. And finally, we manage to complete the tests and were ready for the finale. 6 of us had to carry a stretcher with 2 filled jerry cans, which total probably weigh about 65kg. So 4 person would carry it and the other 2 would stand by to rotate. It was terrible, we walked for 1 min and rest for 10 mins. Haha. We couldn't stand the load as we were already shagged out by everything the pass 3 days. We had to walk 4km with the stupid stretcher to BMTC school 2 SOC ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our last stretch and we went all out. We had to complete the reverse SOC. Which means starting from the low ramp, in full battle order with the stretcher. We were not suppose to allow the stretcher to touch the ground at anytime. We also couldn't pass our rifles to someone else to hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it ended. We took around 9 n a half hours to complete the whole process. We survived on sweets, limited water and cigarettes. We threw most of our food away cause it was too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our dinner and finally a change of clothes. In our mind, we knew it wasn't totally over yet. We knew they were lying to us when they said that buses were coming to pick us up back to camp. So the next morning, we took the ferry from tekong to singapore. So they lied that the bus had broken down and we had to walk our way back to camp. We were already mentally prepared though. So they made us walk to east coast park instead of back to our camp. We walked from singapore ferry terminal at changi to east coast park, around 16-18km with passerbys giving us wierd stares. The road at changi airport was scary. It didn't seem to end after walking for over 2 hours. I could still see planes taking off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we reached east coast park, we rested for awhile before they suggest doing some exercise at the beach. So they made us walk into the sea to make ourselfs wet, before they made us do various exercises like jumping jacks, push ups. Then, they made us crawl on the beach and shouted at us making us wanna give up. the made us roll from the shore to the pavement, when everone stood up, our heads were already spinning around. After 1 hour of the ordeal, it was over. With water and sand all over our body, we walked back to camp, ready for our graduation. Our parents and friends soon arrive and we were ready for the parade. Finally, it has ended and we're Guardsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SOhG9yYyDGI/AAAAAAAACe4/KhiY5jRoTmY/s1600-h/SP_A0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SOhG9yYyDGI/AAAAAAAACe4/KhiY5jRoTmY/s400/SP_A0282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253526992639364194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SOhHICe5oPI/AAAAAAAACfA/YatN4b3GKng/s1600-h/SP_A0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SOhHICe5oPI/AAAAAAAACfA/YatN4b3GKng/s400/SP_A0281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253527168758685938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 days of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SOhHUoqBfCI/AAAAAAAACfI/AmpGLazFHl4/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SOhHUoqBfCI/AAAAAAAACfI/AmpGLazFHl4/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253527385164315682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5618875802768041660?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5618875802768041660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5618875802768041660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5618875802768041660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5618875802768041660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-left-your-left-your-left-right-1.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SOhG9yYyDGI/AAAAAAAACe4/KhiY5jRoTmY/s72-c/SP_A0282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6539659375469408880</id><published>2008-08-17T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:29:00.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I guessed you've all forgotten about the existence of my blog. Clicked on my blog but didn't see any new entries right? I'm sorry. I've been so worn out n sick of NS that whenever i get home, i plunge straight into bed or go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update of what has been going on. I'm posted to Bedok camp as a guardsman. For those who dunno, Guards has always been referred to as 2nd class commandos. Training is gonna be tough and it's literally killing me. I've finally understand something which i thought was right since young. The public thinks that soldiers are physically strong. Now that i'm in NS myself, i realise that it's all in the mind. Almost everything you do is dealing with ur mind. I'm kinda going crazy with all the training that is bent on putting u down, even to the extend that u realise your upbringing as a human being dosen't exist anymore. I've been through shit which made me feel like a dog. Example? We were made to crawl on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like," You all fucking knock it down! Crawl! Crawl! I said crawl!!! Crawl to the fucking positions u are suppose to be at!! Fucking idiots!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life has someone ordered me to crawl. I've been feeling quite down inside me whenever the thought that i'm sticking to this unit for another 1 n half year. The people here, I can't get along with them. They are either egoistic burdens of society who brag about how long they have been in jail, how famous they are in their neighbourhood or in the underworld. How violent they are before they went in. Or u get A level JC students who look down on you, show u that fuck boring face all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i'm on my way to camp, or when i'm lying on my bed, tears just start rolling down my cheeks. I've gotta admit. I don't tell my friends about this either. I guess i'm just not mentally strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough on army life. I've been listening to Elektone for the pass 4 months. It's the best local band. Indie/electronica fans, please tune in to them. Although they are not really famous, but i guess fans of underground music or regulars of home club would have heard of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to have been years since i touched my camera as well. I seem to have lost the touch of it. When i held my baby slr, it felt as if it was a stranger. Guess it's gonna take me sometime to bring my baby back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for labels and clothes, I've been wearing the same old clothes before enlistment. :( No money for clothes. Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya to be a Guardsman and earn the khaki beret n guards tab on my uniform, i've to complete 3 stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st- 2km coastal swim.&lt;br /&gt;2nd- Heli repelling&lt;br /&gt;3rd- 10km run in 45 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already completed the 1st two. We swam towards tekong at changi beach. 2km was really far and the waves was a killer. As for heli repelling, we have to glide down the helicopter around 7-8 storeys high using a rope. That was a once in a lifetime experience and not everyone gets to do it. It's something like this if you guys have not seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYBkGJGUl_Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYBkGJGUl_Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6539659375469408880?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6539659375469408880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6539659375469408880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6539659375469408880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6539659375469408880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-guys-i-guessed-youve-all-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-2208796397469788628</id><published>2008-06-20T16:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was my Passing out parade on the 10th june. The first time i'm posting pictures of my botak head and me in my NS uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marching in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213881661028165682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SFttvxKB6DI/AAAAAAAAByw/os2ikyLmt8A/s400/P1060447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213882136947783938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SFtuLeGG-QI/AAAAAAAABy4/GV1lsORcZns/s400/P1060448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213882459050228690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SFtueOBUO9I/AAAAAAAABzA/ckEz7y379E4/s400/P1060449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MWO Sng chwee phow. My OC, the old gangster, our idol, our hero, our love.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213882847563769154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SFtu01WKZUI/AAAAAAAABzI/muyNiqx1qRs/s400/P1060460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213883518613742786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SFtvb5M8ZMI/AAAAAAAABzQ/qrfp-rl6cPM/s400/P1060461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Buddies in BMT.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213883988037088914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SFtv3N8MNpI/AAAAAAAABzY/XtqUAZrSLiY/s400/P1060473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The BMTC roar. POP loh......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213884168360066530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SFtwBtsifeI/AAAAAAAABzg/x8WLkwOngJs/s400/P1060474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i just checked my postings and i'm posted to 1st guards at bedok camp. Tears dropped from my eyes when i saw it. How am i gonna live 21 months in this unit. It's like 2nd to commando. Life is tough and crazy. I think i'll probably die there. Super depressed. Why do so many of my frens get relax vocations while i get this tough shit. Travelling is enough to kill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-2208796397469788628?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2208796397469788628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=2208796397469788628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2208796397469788628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2208796397469788628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-my-passing-out-parade-on-10th.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/SFttvxKB6DI/AAAAAAAAByw/os2ikyLmt8A/s72-c/P1060447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3381624904421402648</id><published>2008-06-14T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:37:00.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wat a terrible day. Was fined $200 for flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground. Was waiting for the 190 at cck interchange and i decided to smoke. So the bus arrived n i threw my cigarette onto the floor and dashed for the bus. Than this old indian man came tapping on my shoulder saying,"Boy, cigarette butt must throw where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3381624904421402648?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3381624904421402648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3381624904421402648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3381624904421402648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3381624904421402648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/06/wat-terrible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8015560025498324193</id><published>2008-06-12T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:51:49.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone has any idea wher to shoot in sg, or any nice place u have set ur eyes on other than the usual boring haji lane chinatown little india. Save me, i wanna get out of sg. Please give me ideas on where to shoot so i can survive this boring 12 day block leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8015560025498324193?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8015560025498324193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8015560025498324193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8015560025498324193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8015560025498324193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/06/anyone-has-any-idea-wher-to-shoot-in-sg.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-654322444333122718</id><published>2008-05-19T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:21:23.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all, I'm back from my 6 day field camp which was horrible. Having a long weekend this week. Had quite alot of fun. Had my first try on fishing on saturday. Didn't managed to catch any though. Celebrated Junjie's birthday at boat quay last nite. Didn't seem as crazy as last time. Alright, I guess it's all i got to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-654322444333122718?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/654322444333122718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=654322444333122718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/654322444333122718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/654322444333122718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-all-im-back-from-my-6-day-field-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6470560738904420002</id><published>2008-04-27T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:45:50.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really have much stuff to blog about. Even if i do, the contents would probably go with regards to my army life. It's a bore to you readers i know, cause i was like that before i got enlisted. However, i have to say that i'm gonna go for a 6 day field camp next sunday which totally freaks me out. 6 days withour bathing and only 2 sets of clothes to change. Sleeping in the forest and eating rations, getting stung by mosquitoes or any other misc insects. Wish me luck i'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven been out with my dear camera for a long time and army makes me ponder the times at redang, makansutra, photography trips, shopping sprees and last of all booze. I hate NS so much i've gotta admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the things that only keep me concious of the outside world would probably be my ipod with updated indie songs. They keep me reminded that there is still a "life" outside and it's waiting for me to be part of it. Secondly would be "yakuza moon", a fantastic book which keeps my eyes busy everynight. Do buy and read it if you've got the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other misc items would be cigarettes and cup noodles. Haha. I bring up to 3-4 cups of cup noodles in. And i finish it within the week. Everyone gathers every night with their cup noodles, chips, chocolates and stuff. It's like a picnic everynight. Other than that, my body clock has changed dramatically to 8.30 at least. I go to bed so early cause i feel so lazy and tired. I'll only be able to get to sleep at 9.30 after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog as soon as i'm free again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6470560738904420002?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6470560738904420002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6470560738904420002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6470560738904420002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6470560738904420002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-really-have-much-stuff-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3117632400936190120</id><published>2008-04-08T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:54:41.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back in sg for one night. Uncle just passed away. Off to sleep. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3117632400936190120?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3117632400936190120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3117632400936190120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3117632400936190120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3117632400936190120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-in-sg-for-one-night.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4335051399588976804</id><published>2008-03-30T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:12:38.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been 2 weeks in the army. Somehow i feel that i've much adapted to the environment, yet contradiction exists as i feel i won't be able to take it. Our sergent major spoke to us and said that fuckers like us(bo tat cey) will go into infantry, which is rifleman. No offence here but its usually dropouts, Ite, o 'levels holder that ended up in this place. Why? Because they dun have a qualification and cant be promoted quickly. Training is tough and crazy inside. People dun respect u as people and look down on you. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sergent knew i had a diploma and asked me if i was interested to be a commander. Of course i said yes. But the problem lies with my fucking school. My results are not back yet and i've got to pass a copy of my highest qualification to my sergent. Looks like i have to pass my o level cert. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i'm gonna "awol" anytime. Everyday i exercise 3 times a day. Morning 5.30 when we wake up, after breakfast under the hot sun, than after lunch under the SUPER hot sun. Fucking crazy. I'm the first bed of the section and i sleep beside the corridor window. Everynight, planes fly by. They fly really low i'll look at them and hope that they can take me back to singapore. The planes are so low that we can even tell wat plane it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to camp in a few hours. :( Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4335051399588976804?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4335051399588976804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4335051399588976804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4335051399588976804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4335051399588976804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-2-weeks-in-army.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7419032626581747089</id><published>2008-03-21T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:42.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Army life is kinda tough. Kenna fuck by sergent so many times. I got into the standard batch which consists of ah bengs, mats, drop outs and stuff. Sometimes, communication can be really hard. I hate my fucking bald head.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179863562213760130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R-KSdzq9nII/AAAAAAAABxs/RE877vj5-KM/s400/002a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last lomotion outing. Can spot me? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/26478649-7419032626581747089?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7419032626581747089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7419032626581747089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7419032626581747089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7419032626581747089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/army-life-is-kinda-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R-KSdzq9nII/AAAAAAAABxs/RE877vj5-KM/s72-c/002a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-2499573562604686539</id><published>2008-03-14T03:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:43.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9l7LOMcr9I/AAAAAAAABxk/GuPg_vrC4F8/s1600-h/IMG_3352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177304679358181330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9l7LOMcr9I/AAAAAAAABxk/GuPg_vrC4F8/s400/IMG_3352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last pic of me with hair. Bye.&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/26478649-2499573562604686539?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2499573562604686539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=2499573562604686539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2499573562604686539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2499573562604686539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-pic-of-me-with-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9l7LOMcr9I/AAAAAAAABxk/GuPg_vrC4F8/s72-c/IMG_3352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7597337278219806013</id><published>2008-03-13T21:31:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:45.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enlistment in 14 hours. :( I'm so fucking excited over this but thinking of the torment i'll be going through kinda freaks me out. I think the worst thing is sleep. I'll not get to sleep late and wake up late for 2 years. Damn. But overall i'm still anticipating this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would be heading out to causeway point to meet bros for movie. Gonna watch "rule no. 1" starring fiona xie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Previous roll of film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuala terenganu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177219587466112754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9ktyOMcrvI/AAAAAAAABvw/jUkvVoikhQA/s400/F1000001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177219823689314050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kt_-McrwI/AAAAAAAABv4/-6_Fqq1Vxdc/s400/F1000004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177220051322580754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kuNOMcrxI/AAAAAAAABwA/UDhm5ceMLN4/s400/F1000005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177220248891076386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kuYuMcryI/AAAAAAAABwI/88uXx2zzG2c/s400/F1000007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177220553833754418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kuqeMcrzI/AAAAAAAABwQ/KKJDsJMhJaQ/s400/F1000009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Photoshoot the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177220734222380866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9ku0-Mcr0I/AAAAAAAABwY/WSGqYTiqMlk/s400/F1000013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177220931790876498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kvAeMcr1I/AAAAAAAABwg/r_k3rc3nsac/s400/F1000014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177221168014077794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kvOOMcr2I/AAAAAAAABwo/sWbS-rjCEL0/s400/F1000018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Katong photoshoot with "lomotion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177221447186952050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kveeMcr3I/AAAAAAAABww/9dPscw-Y9H0/s400/F1000020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177221752129630082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kvwOMcr4I/AAAAAAAABw4/Biaq7mDFerc/s400/F1000021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177221979762896786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kv9eMcr5I/AAAAAAAABxA/cd5AEUID3NM/s400/F1000023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177222198806228898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kwKOMcr6I/AAAAAAAABxI/nlT3W1b_m54/s400/F1000029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177222731382173634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9kwpOMcr8I/AAAAAAAABxY/7Fe49x45o5w/s400/F1000031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thats all. Bye guys. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7597337278219806013?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7597337278219806013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7597337278219806013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7597337278219806013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7597337278219806013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/enlistment-in-14-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9ktyOMcrvI/AAAAAAAABvw/jUkvVoikhQA/s72-c/F1000001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6030006207582475787</id><published>2008-03-10T11:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found pictures from sianglung's camera that was taken during ivan's chalet. It's been so long and i've not got them yet. Haha. And, it's the three of us again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175957601520495778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9SyA-McrKI/AAAAAAAABqo/pTaNQUbOa-I/s400/DSCF0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Awhile later.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175957992362519730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9SyXuMcrLI/AAAAAAAABqw/H95jYrKHdak/s400/DSCF0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After. One down.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175958430449183938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9SyxOMcrMI/AAAAAAAABq4/hlAXithYN_M/s400/DSCF0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After. Two Down.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175958898600619218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9SzMeMcrNI/AAAAAAAABrA/NBrmy8JtQvE/s400/DSCF0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how ivan ng hugs on to that bottle of absolute. As if it's his bolster. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6030006207582475787?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6030006207582475787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6030006207582475787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6030006207582475787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6030006207582475787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/found-pictures-from-sianglungs-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9SyA-McrKI/AAAAAAAABqo/pTaNQUbOa-I/s72-c/DSCF0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5508012091050305072</id><published>2008-03-09T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:46.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drinking session to celebrate before i go in NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Before.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175600779932511346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9NtfOMcrHI/AAAAAAAABqQ/UsgdZZ6wEm4/s400/Photo0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And after. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175601123529895042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9NtzOMcrII/AAAAAAAABqY/tXb7x7cWThQ/s400/Photo0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This 2 pictures were real. Not done on purpose. The timing just happened so coincidentally. Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175601578796428434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9NuNuMcrJI/AAAAAAAABqg/iJSIo1i-3mU/s400/DSC03344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5508012091050305072?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5508012091050305072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5508012091050305072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5508012091050305072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5508012091050305072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/drinking-session-to-celebrate-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R9NtfOMcrHI/AAAAAAAABqQ/UsgdZZ6wEm4/s72-c/Photo0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5424298529055784153</id><published>2008-03-06T20:57:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:49.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've completed my first fashion photoshoot with model. Spent the whole nite mugging and editing the 200 over pics i've taken. Carefully going through them, deleting the bad ones and editing the good ones. It's so hard to make up my mind. Well, afterall, i'm quite delighted with it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera - Canon eos 20D with 70-200mm lens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Model - Pearlyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Location - Rochester park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theme - Vintage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making up, preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174614220067363394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_sN4TM2kI/AAAAAAAABnE/22h_JsB7kdY/s400/IMG_2859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174614357506316882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_sV4TM2lI/AAAAAAAABnM/JbOKP8UVaI0/s400/IMG_2863.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Playful her. During our break.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174614525010041442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_sfoTM2mI/AAAAAAAABnU/c1_kO1DbQQg/s400/IMG_2870.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174614726873504370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_srYTM2nI/AAAAAAAABnc/POwckMTBSIs/s400/IMG_2883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Posing with my antique camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174614872902392450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_sz4TM2oI/AAAAAAAABnk/YlSLNabmE0U/s400/IMG_2887.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My favourite pic of the whole photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174615057585986194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_s-oTM2pI/AAAAAAAABns/TgpPx-uQROw/s400/IMG_2891.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174615246564547234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_tJoTM2qI/AAAAAAAABn0/u_hWOybzWXg/s400/IMG_2909.jpg" border="0" /&gt; While waiting for the damn rain to stop.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174615375413566130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_tRITM2rI/AAAAAAAABn8/VTCfuOJpQfM/s400/IMG_2924.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174615564392127170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_tcITM2sI/AAAAAAAABoE/-zj0uEohUWg/s400/IMG_2982.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174615787730426578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_tpITM2tI/AAAAAAAABoM/P1zQOBFmFPM/s400/IMG_2987.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2nd favourite pic. Too bad her face is slightly underexposed. :(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174615946644216546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_tyYTM2uI/AAAAAAAABoU/TBB94O37xMQ/s400/IMG_2988.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174616178572450546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_t_4TM2vI/AAAAAAAABoc/kMN3BfRUMbQ/s400/IMG_3002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's all. These are my favs from the whole shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the pics of us, and pics she took of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174617136350157570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_u3oTM2wI/AAAAAAAABok/sAMYNUzEI44/s400/IMG_2936.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174617290968980242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_vAoTM2xI/AAAAAAAABos/jUf0_SFNvdE/s400/IMG_3004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174617454177737506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_vKITM2yI/AAAAAAAABo0/MrbaJZjvuWA/s400/IMG_3006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174617625976429362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_vUITM2zI/AAAAAAAABo8/jzeEFb8XEYo/s400/IMG_3011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174617789185186626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_vdoTM20I/AAAAAAAABpE/Dtin7kXaTWE/s400/IMG_3015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174617956688911186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_vnYTM21I/AAAAAAAABpM/zQn3ky6agUs/s400/IMG_3017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174618145667472226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_vyYTM22I/AAAAAAAABpU/THEXLoIVXXk/s400/IMG_3020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174618330351065970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_v9ITM23I/AAAAAAAABpc/aZmOHlXdWxg/s400/IMG_3031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Comments pls! Credits to pearlyn for agreeing to be my model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/26478649-5424298529055784153?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5424298529055784153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5424298529055784153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5424298529055784153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5424298529055784153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-completed-my-first-fashion.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8_sN4TM2kI/AAAAAAAABnE/22h_JsB7kdY/s72-c/IMG_2859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-628739614690977402</id><published>2008-03-02T22:33:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q7jChkzUI/AAAAAAAABeg/1uVyb4xv420/s1600-h/F1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173153332635946306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q7jChkzUI/AAAAAAAABeg/1uVyb4xv420/s400/F1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173153573154114898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q7xChkzVI/AAAAAAAABeo/0sGcSHaBYt0/s400/F1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The convenience store&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173153817967250786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q7_ShkzWI/AAAAAAAABew/Vz1bErJvnFE/s400/F1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173154028420648306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q8LihkzXI/AAAAAAAABe4/adverLBevyk/s400/F1010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173154277528751490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q8aChkzYI/AAAAAAAABfA/_YcIjh8z_oA/s400/F1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173154436442541458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q8jShkzZI/AAAAAAAABfI/IK_pG5_srvo/s400/F1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173154659780840866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q8wShkzaI/AAAAAAAABfQ/JBSvvM7PfUE/s400/F1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On e way to snorkelling&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173154827284565426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q86ChkzbI/AAAAAAAABfY/LqRnM98plkk/s400/F1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Boat to snorkelling&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173154999083257282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q9EChkzcI/AAAAAAAABfg/KQ5h_GN3xew/s400/F1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Insects mating&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173155699162926546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q9syhkzdI/AAAAAAAABfo/5XPc7xGsfmA/s400/F1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173155905321356770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q94yhkzeI/AAAAAAAABfw/kWbi5IZ8FsE/s400/F1010028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Baby crab&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173156334818086386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q-RyhkzfI/AAAAAAAABf4/6RBddhrsbkA/s400/F1010030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173156940408475138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q-1ChkzgI/AAAAAAAABgA/1hNyGq3NMSI/s400/F1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our deluxe garden room&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173157150861872658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8q_BShkzhI/AAAAAAAABgI/vVsCWs7AqX0/s400/F1010035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwater camera..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snorkelling trip.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173158228898663970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8rAAChkziI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Iglo5VhRYMQ/s400/F1000010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173158499481603634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8rAPyhkzjI/AAAAAAAABgY/IdD_PsFTBHA/s400/F1000011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 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Thought we'll have been stranded on that island and never get back. The waves on the last day was huge and the damn ferry cant set off. So the hotel compensated everyone and allowed all the guest to stay one nite free. So the following day, we waited till noon before they confirmed that it was save for us to leave. While on the damn ferry, the waves were so huge and scary. Haha. Was exciting though. We didn't plan our way to go home and we didn't have any vacant seats for the bus. We felt like we were playing the amazing race, or survivor. Some of the pictures are here, the rest aren't developed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First try on infrared photography. Didn't come out too well.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172826060422957282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8mR5ShkyOI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ua--EgmPGOs/s400/P1060382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172826142027335922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8mR-ChkyPI/AAAAAAAABU8/xM-iCmavtFo/s400/P1060406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172826232221649154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8mSDShkyQI/AAAAAAAABVE/d2OgiToUdM4/s400/P1060410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pictures of our snorkelling trip. Taken with underwater cameras by the staff. One photo costs RM5!! So ex...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of the corals known as a christmas tree. It's so beautiful. Has gem like stones on it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172826610178771218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8mSZShkyRI/AAAAAAAABVM/oUxStNipeac/s400/26b+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172827370387982626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8mTFihkySI/AAAAAAAABVU/gpSXAbq87qI/s400/26b+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went down without lifejacket. Felt so good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172827589431314738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8mTSShkyTI/AAAAAAAABVc/sb6fQYwSZJc/s400/27A+458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture. Weecheong is dying already. Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172828036107913538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8mTsShkyUI/AAAAAAAABVk/CVy0YGXlf4k/s400/27A+466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love the beautiful seabed. Damn i've so much edits to do. Will post up more pics tmr. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7484562506288242491?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7484562506288242491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7484562506288242491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7484562506288242491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7484562506288242491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-redang.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R8mR5ShkyOI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ua--EgmPGOs/s72-c/P1060382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-803787830621917802</id><published>2008-02-23T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:01:30.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just went to lavender and little india with weecheong to buy the tickets, daily neccessities and liquor. Redang on monday! Can't wait. I love holidays. Checked out the room i'll be staying in and photos of the place. Makes me drool... There'll be snorkelling soon. Hope to shoot some stingrays, clown fish or even the blue whale. This trip makes me broke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-803787830621917802?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/803787830621917802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=803787830621917802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/803787830621917802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/803787830621917802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-went-to-lavender-and-little-india.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7444272961454270009</id><published>2008-02-19T19:22:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:57.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum just bought me a new bed. :) The spring of my previous bed was damaged, probably due to too much sex? Haha. Anyway here are the pictures of the illegal driving trip. Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168651011115141346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q8tb17SOI/AAAAAAAABQ8/fslvBEKDDKA/s400/F1000033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168651135669192946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q80r17SPI/AAAAAAAABRE/6RyFSEw_nLM/s400/F1000034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168651260223244546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q87717SQI/AAAAAAAABRM/FgiSWz2OSmw/s400/F1000032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once again, thanks ivan's dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to tang dynasty yesterday to shoot. Luckily renovation hasn't started yet. Broken glass and debris was all over. Mosquitoes attacked as well. Wonder if they carry dengue with them. Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168652157871409426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q9wL17SRI/AAAAAAAABRU/jKts_Z0KnjY/s400/F1000003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168652303900297506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q94r17SSI/AAAAAAAABRc/ElDcv30nmnw/s400/F1000004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eerie Polaroids left on the floor. Up to 8 pieces of them and all had the same picture of an emperor or a diety sitting on a chair.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168652514353695026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q-E717STI/AAAAAAAABRk/XOkH_c9j0-g/s400/F1000007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168653119944083778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q-oL17SUI/AAAAAAAABRs/3YAhoW1tlC8/s400/F1000009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168653308922644818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q-zL17SVI/AAAAAAAABR0/oc25dlP32Y8/s400/F1000010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168653480721336674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q-9L17SWI/AAAAAAAABR8/ntCCFXydwHY/s400/F1000016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168655048384399730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7rAYb17SXI/AAAAAAAABSE/lHr66QTKuNY/s400/F1000017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168655181528385922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7rAgL17SYI/AAAAAAAABSM/T95_SbMmS5U/s400/F1000020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168655374801914258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7rArb17SZI/AAAAAAAABSU/7r0XXLqvHvk/s400/F1000021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168655602435180962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7rA4r17SaI/AAAAAAAABSc/CxznWj31k9A/s400/F1000023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168656242385308082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7rBd717SbI/AAAAAAAABSk/tZXzdkjRKFg/s400/F1000025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168656457133672898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7rBqb17ScI/AAAAAAAABSs/tgcBlrRmRaY/s400/F1000029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168656865155566034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7rCCL17SdI/AAAAAAAABS0/IE3Qglo7RS0/s400/F1000031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7444272961454270009?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7444272961454270009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7444272961454270009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7444272961454270009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7444272961454270009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/02/mum-just-bought-me-new-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7q8tb17SOI/AAAAAAAABQ8/fslvBEKDDKA/s72-c/F1000033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4714575072707264060</id><published>2008-02-17T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:01:40.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just tried driving for the first time. Ivan's dad's hyundai getz. Haha. Took turns to drive around the carpark for so long. But i was only allowed to move front and back. My instructors are, Sianglung, Weecheong and ivan. Was wondering if we got caught, we'll all probably get banned from driving. Haha. Will upload some pics soon. This is gonna be a routine every sunday. Thanks ivan's dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4714575072707264060?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4714575072707264060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4714575072707264060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4714575072707264060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4714575072707264060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-tried-driving-for-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5634944988156019566</id><published>2008-02-17T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:00:40.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to zouk yesterday. I've realised that "Franks &amp;amp; Ah maos" are usually with the hot gals. Its usually happening in town, but this big mistake has came to zouk. Phuture sucked as usual, with the raging, crazy crowd. Well, i'm probably saying this cause we were a group of guys without ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the "Franks &amp;amp; Ah maos" were beside us grinding with gals, rubbing their crotch "furiously" on the ladies while keeping their arms enstrangled around the ladies waist. Another situation would be 3-4 ladies with one "Frank or Ah mao". So we all decided next time we should dress like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be like one....&lt;br /&gt;-Very short hair, preferably slope.&lt;br /&gt;-Specs is a must&lt;br /&gt;-Old simple clothes, examples addidas polo tee, soccer jerseys(wtf is wrong with pple wearing jerseys to clubbing.)&lt;br /&gt;-Jeans is a nono. Wear cargo pants.&lt;br /&gt;-Shoes? Those new balance shoes left from army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough, going for illegal driving at carpark soon. Pray hard there won't be an accident ok! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5634944988156019566?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5634944988156019566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5634944988156019566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5634944988156019566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5634944988156019566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-to-zouk-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5744588421554558660</id><published>2008-02-16T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:57.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're a female and meet these requirements, i'll love to hear from you! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Age 18-24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Possess Indie/Alternative looks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Jet black hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Super skinny (Skinny girls r so hot.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Wouldn't mind being shot by me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Love to be in beautiful places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. You barely have tits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Waist line 23-24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Thick eyeliners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. You hardly smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Your wardrobe rocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll love to do a photoshoot with you. But it's just for the fun of it. We'll get to keep the pictures and say byebye. Place of shoot would probably be limchukang cemterey or rochester park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examples of the requirements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167513433192220338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7ayFr17RrI/AAAAAAAABLw/hR85FzDxywg/s400/843814475_4b1fa61828_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just an example. I'm not gonna shoot you nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167513682300323522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7ayUL17RsI/AAAAAAAABL4/fKzZcA5DB0c/s400/2196732844_708faf6382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please if u chanced upon this, do contact me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5744588421554558660?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5744588421554558660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5744588421554558660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5744588421554558660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5744588421554558660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-youre-female-and-meet-these.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7ayFr17RrI/AAAAAAAABLw/hR85FzDxywg/s72-c/843814475_4b1fa61828_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-649400841875906313</id><published>2008-02-14T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:43:43.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's day is a day for couples, as for singles, it just makes them feel stupid. Exams is 2 days away. Was surprised with hokkien mee and ribena down my block by andrea. Appreciated this little valentines days surprise. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-649400841875906313?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/649400841875906313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=649400841875906313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/649400841875906313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/649400841875906313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-is-day-for-couples-as.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7673305161234000313</id><published>2008-02-12T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:59.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sold my holga the other day. My canon rangefinder is spoilt. But i've got a new canon eos 500. Kinda happy but i've been neglecting my digi cam. Pictures ahead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera : Canon QL-17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film : Agfa Precisa 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cross Processed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166074713637340626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GVlL17RdI/AAAAAAAABJo/A2cHCvrGsfE/s400/F1000003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166075018580018658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GV2717ReI/AAAAAAAABJw/qKQfXiS6LYA/s400/F1000011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166075349292500466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GWKL17RfI/AAAAAAAABJ4/wGDQOPE44ss/s400/F1000008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166075521091192322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GWUL17RgI/AAAAAAAABKA/S6kFydJR_zA/s400/F1000004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166075705774786066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GWe717RhI/AAAAAAAABKI/3sfRyqEWLdM/s400/F1000014A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166075916228183586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GWrL17RiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/cWovIwLLtTI/s400/F1000015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera : Canon eos 500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film : fuji superia 200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normal Processed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166076371494716978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GXFr17RjI/AAAAAAAABKY/oStdEHe7tD4/s400/F1000005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166076762336740930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GXcb17RkI/AAAAAAAABKg/QcD21tsJEL0/s400/F1000009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166076972790138450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GXor17RlI/AAAAAAAABKo/hFtdp1wowj8/s400/F1000010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166077243373078114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GX4b17RmI/AAAAAAAABKw/9JqjGZPxsUg/s400/F1000013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166077531135886962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GYJL17RnI/AAAAAAAABK4/iy8JO3_IuPg/s400/F1000014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166077900503074434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GYer17RoI/AAAAAAAABLA/dxRGJMh_vFM/s400/F1000021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166078265575294610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GYz717RpI/AAAAAAAABLI/HzUZYhUo9NE/s400/F1000023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166078591992809122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GZG717RqI/AAAAAAAABLQ/6WcX0b-4aU0/s400/F1000030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7673305161234000313?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7673305161234000313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7673305161234000313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7673305161234000313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7673305161234000313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/02/sold-my-holga-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R7GVlL17RdI/AAAAAAAABJo/A2cHCvrGsfE/s72-c/F1000003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4579624296604468157</id><published>2008-02-02T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:16:31.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The feeling of hating to go home is here again. It's been a long time since my rebelious days that i felt like that again. For the past few days, i wake up, go out straight and reach home after midnight. Even so, the thought of going home haunts me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlistement letter is here and it's on march 14. I was so happy that it was here. "He" than went around telling everyone about my enlistment as if it was my wedding day or something. He got more excited than me which kinda irritated me. I dun wan him to be there to send me off. But it seems like he, though not invited was very keen on doing it. Or rather plan the whole thing. So minutes later, a quarrel started as usual. Headed out for bowling and sis called to fuck me up. Somehow able to relate her "cooking crab" to the problem. I just hate how people can try to put all the blame on you. As much as they can so as to let u know that there is not only one factor that's ur fault, but alot actually. So as i was thinking, you guys can blame me all you one, my life as a teen was tormented through this, resulting in the "Reeve" last time. I might have changed but a little but that attribute still lies in me. I can still take it. Oh yes and god damn fucking chinese new year is here. It's probably the worst festive of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate CNY. It's just some yearly tradition that generations after another are suppose to obey. Some are able to keep themselves happy while some don't. How retarded is that. I'm pretty sure this whole damn CNY whing would probably die out a few generations later. I hate CNY so much especially when i'm in this situation now. I wonder how am i going to pull through this piece of fuckin shitty festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone is out now so i took sometime to write this post. I'm gonna head out now. Don't wanna see "HOME".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4579624296604468157?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4579624296604468157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4579624296604468157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4579624296604468157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4579624296604468157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeling-of-hating-to-go-home-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-2770758279899965829</id><published>2008-01-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:33:14.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As most of you guys know, the failure in me re-enacted again. I failed my business statistics the third time. Feb 16 is the 4th n final attempt. Decided to hire a tuition teacher. She'll be coming tomorrow. Hope it'll be helpful for me. Well this tutor was a little fucked up which cause much of a pain in my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agency and I had to arrange umpteen times. I gave in alot to make things simpler but she dosent seem to appreciate at all. My classmate and I were suppose to have tuition at jurong library. But we decided to change to home tuition as it was more convenient for us. We were afraid of noisy secondary school students at the library as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she wanted us to be tuitioned on the same day, ok. Than she wanted to tutor my fren at his home and me at jurong library. So i assumed he was staying at jurong. So i told the agency i wanted to do it at home as it more convenient for me. I told her i was paying for it and i have the right to make a decision. If the tutor is so fussy than i'll be very disappointed. So after 1 - 2 days the stucked up tutor finally agreed. I had no intentions of hiring her already as her attitute sucked. Too bad the other agency, the teacher was too busy to be able to tutor us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other day maureen came chatting to me and told me how she loved to be focused in beautiful photographs, especially in "nature".  So she volunteered to be my model. I've always wanted someone patient and keen to allow me to practise. Was so happy. But too bad her bf wasn't really happy about this. So it had to be called off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have passed my theory test for so long and yet i'm so broke and lazy to apply for driving lessons and book TP. Spending so much on films and developing nowadays. Haha. No more labels would save my day. Hopefully the tioman trip at the end of february with brothers would be successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-2770758279899965829?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2770758279899965829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=2770758279899965829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2770758279899965829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2770758279899965829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-most-of-you-guys-know-failure-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3648943344106225249</id><published>2008-01-23T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:01.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My crappy 4th cross processed roll with the holga.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158685010147385602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5dUr1H3oQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JX4RhEdy8sc/s400/F1000002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158685555608232210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5dVLlH3oRI/AAAAAAAABAY/sSFCEU6sruQ/s400/F1000003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158685748881760546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5dVW1H3oSI/AAAAAAAABAg/FR6MDW8Rt5I/s400/F1000004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158686229918097714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5dVy1H3oTI/AAAAAAAABAo/8LqSmz8CWmI/s400/F1000009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158686741019205954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5dWQlH3oUI/AAAAAAAABAw/CN34zOX4Htw/s400/F1000012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158686985832341842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5dWe1H3oVI/AAAAAAAABA4/SP7PzpGnIv0/s400/F1000013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158687157631033698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5dWo1H3oWI/AAAAAAAABBA/SyXINT94aiI/s400/F1000015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3648943344106225249?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3648943344106225249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3648943344106225249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3648943344106225249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3648943344106225249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-crappy-4th-cross-processed-roll-with.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5dUr1H3oQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JX4RhEdy8sc/s72-c/F1000002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-1256301221120887788</id><published>2008-01-19T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:05.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"MITRE HOTEL SAGA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And so after a few read ups online, decided to head over to this place worth $10 million. It has not been operating more than 10 years ago. Place was terribly worn out, ceilings were falling apart. So lianhong and i went in and was happily exploring the place. The main gate to the inside of the hotel was locked. So we had no alternative but to shoot the exterior only. After awhile, this lady approached and said, "Eh, u all not suppose to take pictures here u know, private property leh." So we claimed we didn't know and that there were tons of photographers with mitre hotel pictures online. So she said,"No no no, cannot, u all take already must pay money, pay already can continue take." So lianhong asked how much. We heard her say $50. As we were stunned, we doucle confirmed if it was $15 or $50. So she said $15. Than lianhong asked if it could be cheaper. So she said $5 a person. So we gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shook hands with her and she said her name was victoria. We were quite willing to give as she volunteered to unlatch the main gate for us so that we could go in and shoot. We were so happy cause the interior was much nicer. She even said we could go upstairs! Haha. So she asked if we wanted drinks. We said ok cause we thought it was free. Although this place is worned out, still got electricity, still got a fridge with cold drinks. Haha. When she handed over the drinks to us, she said,"1 can $1.50." Basket, so we said,"Not free ah?" She said,"No. U wan u both share one can lor." So we decline paying fot it and said that we had our own drinks so forget about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the 3rd part of the story. We were shooting around 5 minutes when she said,"Eh u guys go shoot the exterior, i want go buy food, very hungry, can't wait for u guys so long. When i come back than i reopen the gate for u guys come in." So we agreed and proceeded. So after she left, another lady holding on to a dag came and said,"Eh u all not suppose to take pictures u know." So we said we already paid to the lady just now. The lady even claimed to be the owner's daughter's cousin. So this lady said that the lady wasn't suppose to collect money from us and stated that she was a little mentally unsound. We were shocked when she went on about how she secretly earned money. She would collect money from foreigners who were interested in old furniture in the hotel and pocket them herself. So i shook hands with this lady and she said her name was stephanie. She was kinda chin chai, wanted to just let us off. Even wanted to help us get back the money. So i said, it's ok i'll do it myself. So this victoria came back and i didn't try to be polite. I said," Stephanie said u were not suppose to cleecet money from us. Please return us the money." She argued," No no no, Uncle say must collect." I could see she was getting abit nervous. Whenever i said,"Ok i get stephanie to talk to you." She would shout at try to stop me from approaching stephanie. So i disregarded her screams and went to stephanie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephanie came and said,"Sophia, return them the money." Than came to my mind. I thought she said her name was victoria? So either she was lying, or she was really so mentally unstable that she couldn't recall her name. So stephanie started to get furious when this sophia repeatedly mentioned that,"uncle say must collect." Stephanie said,"Ok, u go call uncle now. Want?" She was scared so she open the gates and slammed it apart. Went into the apartment and shouted in chinese," You all wan money? Come in take la!" "Come in la, u want the money right? Come in take la!" For one moment i thought she was going to grab a knife and slash my neck. Haha. So stepahnie and i went in. She took $10 and stretched her hand out. Stephanie wanted to take the money from her hands. Sophia said," You don't touch. Money not your u don't take." So i stretched out my arm and took the money. When i was leaving, She shouted, "Next time i see any people come in i straight away call the police ah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i learnt that stephanie was the uncle's daughter's cousin. So who is the real one? I really dunno. Probably family feud. And there were a few folks sitting at the very end of the hotel with the dog. Must be the family of the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i shot with my canon rangefinder with colourslide films. Sent for crossprocessing to enhance the colours. Wasn't very happy with the results. Regretted as this was probably the last time i'll get to shoot the hotel. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pictures were terribly overexposed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wu xiao kang, a fictional character that caused quite a stir. Google about this guy and learn more. I've no idea why his name was vandalised here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157093493273963490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5GtNWwSq-I/AAAAAAAAA4o/7KWfkvJYSNc/s400/F1000017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Long stretch of vandalism.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157094012965006322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5GtrmwSq_I/AAAAAAAAA4w/KnIYZgH2wLY/s400/F1000018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ronko, the half blind dog. was safety tied to the tree. Barking non-stop at strangers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157094433871801346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5GuEGwSrAI/AAAAAAAAA44/_I0HEbbMNpA/s400/F1000039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The interior of one of the 1st level rooms. As u can see, the roof was badly torn. If ur eyes are sharp enough, can spot the pieces of mattress upstairs. I guessed if there were huge winds, the mattress might just drop down along with debris on my head.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157095254210554898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5Guz2wSrBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/lKxRMOXU4NU/s400/F1000021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I Love this phone.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157096985082375202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5GwYmwSrCI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Kiv45hKIbQg/s400/F1000022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Staircase to the 2nd level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157100120408501298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5GzPGwSrDI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/5wtiI8939y4/s400/F1000024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Main gate.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157100451120983106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5GziWwSrEI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/k_3hpSxTCbM/s400/F1000025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The exterior, colonial style.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157101335884246098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G0V2wSrFI/AAAAAAAAA5g/7QgoYM16L8Y/s400/F1000031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Rooster painting on one of the walls in the backyard.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157101709546400866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G0rmwSrGI/AAAAAAAAA5o/PB_45DjbSyw/s400/F1000036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sinks on the floor. With vegetation growing in it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157102263597182066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G1L2wSrHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/cwQKJ2uNTH8/s400/F1000037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Bokeh bokeh bokeh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157102937907047554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G1zGwSrII/AAAAAAAAA54/ezGjFP9gL7s/s400/F1000034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Curious ronko.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157103354518875282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G2LWwSrJI/AAAAAAAAA6A/zPpWaP3Ucu8/s400/F1000038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ronko closeup with stephanie.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157103693821291682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G2fGwSrKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/P4bUb8qT3Rk/s400/F1000019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pictures with digicam.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157105502002523314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G4IWwSrLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/RzoOgo5a6Nc/s400/P1060072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The bar up ahead.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157105828420037826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G4bWwSrMI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/b-1qpGLXDhM/s400/P1060073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Bokeh bokeh bokeh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157106279391603922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G41mwSrNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/jfywYD9cPwA/s400/P1060075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157106532794674402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G5EWwSrOI/AAAAAAAAA6o/wfiDA4C1RWU/s400/P1010292.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157107073960553714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G5j2wSrPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ltNs_-qFMPE/s400/P1010308.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Can u see the broken roof with the matresses?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157107361723362562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G50mwSrQI/AAAAAAAAA64/rEbWmcFJT5c/s400/P1010320.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The address.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157107731090550034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G6KGwSrRI/AAAAAAAAA7A/fBOJouRigCM/s400/P1010323.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157109260098907458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G7jGwSrUI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/egkuW2Neask/s400/F1000011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So i told my mum and my sis about the incident. My sis told me that there were people online stating that they were asked for $50 by an old lady standing at the gate. But they gave $5 and was able to get in. I told my sis, not old lady leh. It's a lady in her 20's. My sis said most people claimed it was an old lady online. Haha. So have i met a ghost? Oh and i remember when i shook stephanie's hand, it was terribly cold. The coldest handshake i had. So who is ghost? Hah. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random pics to finish my roll asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157108340975906082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G6tmwSrSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/xCMuCtrw4nE/s400/F1000003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Favourite pic of the roll.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157108783357537586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5G7HWwSrTI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/q0vDLQzy0XE/s400/F1000006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-1256301221120887788?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/1256301221120887788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=1256301221120887788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1256301221120887788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1256301221120887788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/mitre-hotel-saga-and-so-after-few-read.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R5GtNWwSq-I/AAAAAAAAA4o/7KWfkvJYSNc/s72-c/F1000017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8366567113885235048</id><published>2008-01-17T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:23:27.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTH, my blog is worth 7.3k? I thought it would be a few cents or none! Xiaxue's is 2 million. Wat about urs? Try it out n tag my tagboard ur amount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/"&gt;http://www.business-opportunities.biz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8366567113885235048?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8366567113885235048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8366567113885235048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8366567113885235048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8366567113885235048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/wth-my-blog-is-worth-7.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7683059845180087797</id><published>2008-01-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:05.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to finish this roll of film. Took the risk of wasting this film in my Canon QL-17 rangefinder to test if it was working. Got this camera months ago at sungei road but didnt know if it was working. So i didn't know why, i opened my cupboard and dug it out, trying to look for parts which could probably be mobilised for other cameras of mine. So i checked around and realise that there wasn't any mirror breakage, fungus and stuff. Just a little dust specks caught between the lens which wouldn't affect the pictures. So heck, just insert the film. Was so anxious to finish this roll and send for developing. So i shot randomly. Only a few came out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot with canon QL-17 plus films which are expired for 1 year so there would be vintage effects. Oh yeah this camera is so much older than me. It was produced in 1969!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154227439007780978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4d-jCmhUHI/AAAAAAAAA0I/bLAKXan5Vns/s400/F1000004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154227658051113090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4d-vymhUII/AAAAAAAAA0Q/VJrYfRYlbIg/s400/F1000009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154231708205273266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4eCbimhULI/AAAAAAAAA0o/PqGDvQ503NA/s400/F1000012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154228057483071650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4d_HCmhUKI/AAAAAAAAA0g/SQB6CfnqYs8/s400/F1000013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was talking to gerald the other day and he told me he cut down massively in playing labels. He started buying his tees from revoltage, which made me go WOW. So i was thinking, the last time i bought an expensive label was around 2 months ago. I've cut down alot and haven't been visiting label webbys. I channelled most of my cash on my cam, films and cigs. Hope this goes on so the label addiction will be gone. But i guess i'll still remain in the scene due to my observant eyes, random evil criticism. I dunno how gerald copes with his addiction with labels, but i hope i can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;New year resolutions? Spend much lesser on labels, if possible, dun buy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7683059845180087797?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7683059845180087797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7683059845180087797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7683059845180087797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7683059845180087797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-wait-to-finish-this-roll-of-film.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4d-jCmhUHI/AAAAAAAAA0I/bLAKXan5Vns/s72-c/F1000004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-1417428890926766607</id><published>2008-01-09T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:08.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just developed my 1st roll of film taken with the holga. Only a few turned out well. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153178388950765506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PEcSmhT8I/AAAAAAAAAys/UoOEv2QkqGE/s400/F1000002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153178612289064914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PEpSmhT9I/AAAAAAAAAy0/Vtusr0XT4xk/s400/F1000005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153178831332397026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PE2CmhT-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/LcBERTMdNX0/s400/F1000006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153179290893897714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PFQymhT_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/a63vQhHzLk0/s400/F1000007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153179497052327938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PFcymhUAI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8rBUQaexvd0/s400/F1000008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153179720390627346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PFpymhUBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/MoRareNMCJQ/s400/F1000010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153179969498730530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PF4SmhUCI/AAAAAAAAAzc/RUDPLMFNxcE/s400/F1000013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153180197131997234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PGFimhUDI/AAAAAAAAAzk/CTbePqCbIpk/s400/F1000014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Credits to lianhong for the pictures of ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Testing out the fisheye lens with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153181382542970946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PHKimhUEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/EjUdSOPzM04/s400/P1050947.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153182177111920738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PH4ymhUGI/AAAAAAAAAz8/6dunhV6YE-k/s400/P1050959+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This pic of the rat had a story. weecheong spotted it at the coffeeshop and i hurried to get my cam. It was super clever and kept hiding under the fridge. So we waited very long and weecheong tossed a piece of 'cai xim' on e floor. After awhile, little rat came. I just love the details of this pic. i zoomed so much but still able to capture it without any shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153181906528981074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PHpCmhUFI/AAAAAAAAAz0/N1SCh7ctkZU/s400/P1050969.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-1417428890926766607?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/1417428890926766607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=1417428890926766607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1417428890926766607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1417428890926766607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-developed-my-1st-roll-of-film.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4PEcSmhT8I/AAAAAAAAAys/UoOEv2QkqGE/s72-c/F1000002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-2664349716383907169</id><published>2008-01-07T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:08.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must have been so lucky! Got my fisheye conversion lens at sungei road flea market for only $5. Haha. Bargain from $18 to $5. It's very new except that it has some dust specks inside e lens which can't be removed. Will go back to that old uncle soon. Mum says i'm a garang guni and loves to buy old and used things. Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. With this lens, i'll start to live the life of a fish. Wat a fish sees in the sea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152424089614372242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4EWaSmhTZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/_wswvMrgaxs/s400/P1050934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152424471866461602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4EWwimhTaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/tKCEoou17hE/s400/P1050936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152424815463845298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4EXEimhTbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/OiAQuJAVldM/s400/P1050937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Love the fisheye effect. Now i dun need to buy a fisheye camera anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-2664349716383907169?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2664349716383907169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=2664349716383907169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2664349716383907169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2664349716383907169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-must-have-been-so-lucky-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R4EWaSmhTZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/_wswvMrgaxs/s72-c/P1050934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-964530544545854052</id><published>2008-01-04T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:11.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh it's 2008! I failed my Final theory last week as i didn't have sufficient time to study. Will be going for the retest next tuesday. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard the news that MC king has passed away. Speaking about mediacorp i think new actress joey feng is so damn hot. She was the 2007 Miss Sg 1st runner up. And also 2007 Miss photogenic. Her mole adds up to that dope face of hers. Oh ya she acts in the 9pm show "The golden path".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151592596830768226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R34iLCmhTGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Wge2F1iZc2Y/s200/joey+feng.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;And no offences. But i think this guy's face just piss me off everytime i see him. His eyes seem like they haven closed for a week. And they resemble winnie the pooh's eyes. Another cannot make it. Like zhuang mixue. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151633128437140866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R35HCSmhTYI/AAAAAAAAAss/buAOHtPulv8/s400/87143640do2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;During new year's eve, chanced upon this open area whilst walking over from laupasat towards the esplanade. We saw a couple of people with their maginificient DSLR's with tripods set up. So we went there over sat there for 2 hours. The crowd started to come around 11pm and the place was packed. Couldn't even move. Luckily, had a superb view for me to take pictures. Talking about this. I took 50 photos of the fireworks but none came out nice. :( Damn. Guess i'll have to give it a shot during the next fireworks which would probably be national day? Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. Ysd, lianhong and i got our Holga. My first plastic toy camera fitted with external coloursplash flash. Might be a kiddy toy camera but the pictures are good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone wanna play toys? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151621192723025106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R348LimhTNI/AAAAAAAAArQ/N3A-D6iGyIc/s400/P1050925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And to add on to my collection. Oh and i realise my Canon SLR is working, though with some misfunctions.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151315090403839058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R30lyCmhTFI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nAhgaAMZwxA/s320/P1050927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. And on wednesday, lianhong and I decided to venture into this area which was kept under my observation lately. Would keep a lookout for this place and how to get in for weeks. Well this abandoned place was none other than the rochester park houses. Had around 40 old Black and White colonial houses which stood the road. None were occupied. Hardly any furniture around. History through wikipedia has shown that during the 1940's area was used to house british military soldiers. After they moved out, government decided to rent the house out to foreigners. Probably the angmohs. And it has been empty since dunno when. At the very end of the road, there was a security guard post. He saw us in the houses taking pics but seemed to ignore. Well, i got bitten terribly by mosquitoes. Around 10+ bites on both hands. And i felt a little weak, so i kept suspecting it was dengue. Haha. Ok here goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eerie baby footprints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151614737387179154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R342TymhTJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Ktpz3WwwtZQ/s400/P1050828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151615227013450914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R342wSmhTKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Lsk-3jGAlc0/s400/P1050829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151617533410888882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R3442imhTLI/AAAAAAAAArA/iiRVadKaT1A/s400/P1050830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151618143296244930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R345aCmhTMI/AAAAAAAAArI/mkjy-xsf-XI/s400/P1050831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Could this have been used to hang oneself when shortened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151622253579947234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R349JSmhTOI/AAAAAAAAArY/kuf7OUvT-yw/s400/P1050833.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151623134048242930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R3498imhTPI/AAAAAAAAArg/DWTqDKvR6Z8/s400/P1050834.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151624946524441858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R34_mCmhTQI/AAAAAAAAAro/I-7uIH3wcZI/s400/P1050838.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151625504870190354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R35AGimhTRI/AAAAAAAAArw/7YxecjR9wKA/s400/P1050841.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151626200654892322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R35AvCmhTSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/AsYP1DI0NhE/s400/P1050842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151627313051422002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R35BvymhTTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/vDRSj8vY0HI/s400/P1050845.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151627772612922690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R35CKimhTUI/AAAAAAAAAsI/bqF2iygQ6TA/s400/P1050847.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151628283714030930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R35CoSmhTVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2IJKiTVnN6k/s400/P1050849.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151629301621280098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R35DjimhTWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/51ZDctAbmlg/s400/P1050861.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151630371068136818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R35EhymhTXI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Q8dFm8ULdHA/s400/P1050864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-964530544545854052?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/964530544545854052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=964530544545854052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/964530544545854052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/964530544545854052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-its-2008-i-failed-my-final-theory.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R34iLCmhTGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Wge2F1iZc2Y/s72-c/joey+feng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-1627123498161254216</id><published>2007-12-24T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:37:29.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God Damn. I failed my business statistics AGAIN! Third attempt. I'm getting so sick of this subject. Have to retake the sub-paper which is on feb 2nd. Hopefully army comes after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i guess i'm quite lucky. Booked my Final theory on friday. Was so disappointed when i the earliest slot was march. Luckily, on saturday, logged in and refreshed a few times. Managed to book a slot on January 2nd. Booked one for big head as well. So damm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so yesterday went with lianhong to the chinatown area and the malaysian railway station to do the photoshoot. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/ChinatownOutskirts/photo#5147435936071633218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/ChinatownOutskirts/photo#5147435936071633218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/ChinatownOutskirts/photo#5147435936071633218"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/reevejun/R29dtimhSUI/AAAAAAAAAhw/58-B5COBp00/s400/P1050500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/ChinatownOutskirts/photo#5147436314028755442"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/reevejun/R29eDimhSfI/AAAAAAAAAjM/GCVO4zbKAhg/s400/P1050519%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432238104790962"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/reevejun/R29aWSmhR7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/P1zannBK9qc/s400/P1050523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432293939365826"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/reevejun/R29aZimhR8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/kaV7F2HeLFQ/s400/P1050526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432388428646386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/reevejun/R29afCmhR_I/AAAAAAAAAew/rDL_Ap_FVB4/s400/P1050558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432508687730706"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/reevejun/R29amCmhSBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/OSf07qXlVrM/400/P1050521%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432607471978546"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/reevejun/R29arymhSDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/6e0zGRXe_Fs/s400/P1050566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432650421651522"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/reevejun/R29auSmhSEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BJZ8DH71GYU/s400/P1050568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432714846160978"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/reevejun/R29ayCmhSFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/W3VwWWB3h-I/s400/P1050524%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432830810278002"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/reevejun/R29a4ymhSHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/eiR6NsRlNU0/s400/P1050536%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432895234787458"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/reevejun/R29a8imhSII/AAAAAAAAAf8/sOHk4CzsOj0/s400/P1050540%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147432976839166098"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/reevejun/R29bBSmhSJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/mKKv5hcnREo/s400/P1050541%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147433032673740962"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/reevejun/R29bEimhSKI/AAAAAAAAAgM/W-sxYCrt52Y/s400/P1050543%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147433071328446658"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/reevejun/R29bGymhSMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Tsva5Mpsukw/s400/P1050544%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/RailwayStation/photo#5147433157227792610"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/reevejun/R29bLymhSOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/9k7zIHMvabM/s400/P1050552%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/VivoCity/photo#5147431301801920402"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/reevejun/R29ZfymhR5I/AAAAAAAAAds/K4esi2rHhuQ/s400/P1050637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all my favourite pic of the trip. Love the details i captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reevejun/VivoCity/photo#5147431263147214722"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/reevejun/R29ZdimhR4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/40uLXm5q_e0/s400/P1050594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised it's much better to view pictures in blogs by clicking it. Details get more precise. Critics &amp;amp; Comments are gladly welcomed. Merry Xmas in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-1627123498161254216?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/1627123498161254216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=1627123498161254216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1627123498161254216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1627123498161254216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4543139189208869520</id><published>2007-12-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:27:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! I passed my basic theory test! So damm shiok. Haha. Went to JB today. Bought lots of dvds. Just finished watching "muay thai chaiya". The show led me so close to tears. I guess everyone, including me thought that it was probably another violent thailand show, just like the tony jaa ones. But i felt that this show had a very good story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting the "Good will conquer evil" story line. Yes it was but the director managed to portray it in a different style. The usual violent fights, sex, cruelty. But there was the brotherhood, the strong bond between the 3 brothers that changed the whole show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rate this movie a 9.9/10. No joke. I think gals would appreciate it too. Some of the scenes seriously made me wanna cry. I would recommend this show to everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4543139189208869520?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4543139189208869520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4543139189208869520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4543139189208869520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4543139189208869520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah-i-passed-my-basic-theory-test-so.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8226039883801252771</id><published>2007-12-20T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T00:59:38.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. This has got to be the first time. Was watchin "campus yummy hunt" on mobtv. Yes i know i'm late. That's why i subscribe to mobtv! Haha. For those who dunno, it's a show showcasing some of the best food in local poly n universities canteens. So i was watching the first episode, singapore poly. Than guess wat, they showcased my favourite pork porridge at clementi! Oh man. Now i know actually alot of young punks like me are addicted to that pork porridge. Not only the adults who have sworn to the shop since they were teens or something. This is like the first time i've seen the shop appear on tv! And they deserve it! I dunno why i'm going all wacky over this. Ok i'm gonna inform mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8226039883801252771?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8226039883801252771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8226039883801252771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8226039883801252771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8226039883801252771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-1829437131727884085</id><published>2007-12-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:13.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lastly, the NSSPL Xmas party at Copthrone Orchid. Anyway, my impression on this hotel resembled an abandoned chalet. No joke.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145697238893187298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2kwYC3v0OI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fkgQ6LB_Wew/s320/P1000175.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Managing Director Mr Sim Hee Ping.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145697831598674162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2kw6i3v0PI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/U1EfikvNKeI/s320/P1000197.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Captain Cheong as Santa Claus. Dorcas as Games Host.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145699042779451650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2kyBC3v0QI/AAAAAAAAAcY/zY5e0-8cXXs/s320/P1000199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Team leader nicholas. Number one stingy guy, no one like, rude, irritating guy in the whole office. I've always felt he looked like dr doom.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145701289047347474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2k0Dy3v0RI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mKWzzdux1nQ/s320/P1000224.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gift exchange. Amongst adults.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145702259709956386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2k08S3v0SI/AAAAAAAAAco/9yg8CEsD448/s320/P1000225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cute kids getting crazy over the presents.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145703496660537650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2k2ES3v0TI/AAAAAAAAAcw/npOY4YlILNw/s320/P1050388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145703917567332674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2k2cy3v0UI/AAAAAAAAAc4/iBXsOLGcm3w/s320/P1050389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145704480208048466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2k29i3v0VI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EAS5VE7xva8/s320/P1050393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The end. I got this portable laptop mouse during the gift exchange. :) Of no use to me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-1829437131727884085?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/1829437131727884085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=1829437131727884085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1829437131727884085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1829437131727884085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/lastly-nsspl-xmas-party-at-copthrone.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2kwYC3v0OI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fkgQ6LB_Wew/s72-c/P1000175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-1889726701868088479</id><published>2007-12-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:13.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Should update about my last 2 events with NSSPL. This was a Xmas party for the whole NOL group. It's held at the highest level of the building. Err, well i guess it was the 28th floor! Nice. And i heard it's not always opened unless there's a special event or something. So people staff don't get to visit there as and when they want.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145691745630015618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2krYS3v0II/AAAAAAAAAbY/ajJvbvevJIs/s320/Photo0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Island far behind is sentosa.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145692664753016978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2ksNy3v0JI/AAAAAAAAAbg/U-m0QlYmnF0/s320/Photo0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145692772127199394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2ksUC3v0KI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4cTH_CMwC44/s320/Photo0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ECP. Oh yes keppel country club. And the whole of sentosa. Can u spot the cable cars?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145693210213863602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2ksti3v0LI/AAAAAAAAAbw/QIipf2FdZ8Y/s320/Photo0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Neighbouring PSA building much taller than our NOL building.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145693579581051074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2ktDC3v0MI/AAAAAAAAAb4/X-GfzjGeAzI/s320/Photo0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beautiful PSA port. If only i could venture into the port to photograph. I guess i cant.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145693944653271250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2ktYS3v0NI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0y6gnGW0PjY/s320/Photo0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP industrial park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-1889726701868088479?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/1889726701868088479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=1889726701868088479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1889726701868088479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1889726701868088479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2krYS3v0II/AAAAAAAAAbY/ajJvbvevJIs/s72-c/Photo0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7921380644458078972</id><published>2007-12-13T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok firstly. Trying out my light streaks effect in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143430061194168162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EiY7yLR2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/gZQIPHGmz6A/s320/P1050206+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Question Mark.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143430636719785842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2Ei6byLR3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/k6VTsWQBLQ8/s320/P1050207+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trying to write my name.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143431392634029954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EjmbyLR4I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jfVMgiDCGn4/s320/P1050198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lianhong n his stupid twit nickname.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143431852195530642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EkBLyLR5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/YgdEkqyH0k0/s320/P1050176+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok and now. Margaret Drive blues. I spent my childhood here every saturday at my grandma's place. the place is gonna be teared down soon, so i rushed over to take some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143440218791823266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EroLyLR6I/AAAAAAAAAaM/NCTMbjPnQXI/s320/P1010020+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143440678353323954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EsC7yLR7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/HdH43Jr2N9c/s320/P1010026+edit+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143441404202796994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EstLyLR8I/AAAAAAAAAac/OxffBscJLf8/s320/P1050271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Teochew char kuay tiao. Queued for more than half an hour! Damm it's good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143442675513116626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2Et3LyLR9I/AAAAAAAAAak/hvzRimrZd_I/s320/P1050273+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143443293988407266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EubLyLR-I/AAAAAAAAAas/vYHgE5blDdY/s320/P1050276+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143443848039188466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2Eu7byLR_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/9MkpjoPF0xA/s320/P1050278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Leonxxxx and his typical singaporean lin junjie hairstyle.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143444900306176002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2Ev4ryLSAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/z5xe4AIwlpg/s320/P1050284+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143445312623036434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EwQryLSBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DlRVpYM_XT4/s320/P1050286+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143445948278196258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2Ew1ryLSCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/HNtGraAin38/s320/P1050297+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's all. Probably dempsey tmr or later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7921380644458078972?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7921380644458078972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7921380644458078972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7921380644458078972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7921380644458078972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok-firstly.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EiY7yLR2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/gZQIPHGmz6A/s72-c/P1050206+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-2112863836760426195</id><published>2007-12-13T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just found out that american pie will be having a new movie in dec 2007. Its titled "American pie beta house". Just that all the people would be different from the previous except adam's dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my last day at work and chinling and shihan gave me presents. Didn't expect that at all. Shihan said i helped her alot throughout the pass 2 months. So she bought me merci!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143424361772566322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EdNLyLRzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MAVeCwB5kMI/s320/P1050371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And chinling bought me this pretty box of chocolates from candy empire at vivo. She claimed it was damm ex! Haha. Super touched.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143425018902562626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EdzbyLR0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ihS1aKHkm9s/s320/P1050372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143425534298638162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EeRbyLR1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/pb85w0pHk_A/s320/P1050374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Very nice. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So last monday, i finally made my way down to BBDC to register driving as a private student. So after i paid, the lady told me that i can proceed to book my Basic theory test which would be earliest 3 months later. So i went over and saw Dec 2007. Haha. super lucky and saw 21 dec. Which is just next week. Hurriedly clicked on it! Wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got so many pictures i took with my new cam to post. Just that the file sizes are so large. I'm kinda lazy. Tomorrows the company party at copthrone orchid and i haven got a present for the gift exchange yet. Damm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-2112863836760426195?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2112863836760426195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=2112863836760426195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2112863836760426195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2112863836760426195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-found-out-that-american-pie-will.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R2EdNLyLRzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MAVeCwB5kMI/s72-c/P1050371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-1915217217574016957</id><published>2007-12-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:17.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah! I've got my New camera! The Panasonic DMC FZ7. Love it to bits. Haven been blogging with pics for a long time. I'll start now.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141650755027682098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R1rQHryLQzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iYTMx2RnQNc/s320/Photo0019+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a pic taken with my camera phone which isn't so clear + it was at night. Oh yes, i'm holding my new camera! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok here are the pics taken with my camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141651287603626818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R1rQmryLQ0I/AAAAAAAAANE/nEdYQ5tSQzI/s320/P1050101+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So i played around with shutter speeds and made the effects. Not very professional yet though. It was a huge fire.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141651738575192914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R1rRA7yLQ1I/AAAAAAAAANM/HITHG3qr-GU/s320/P1050102+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141651996273230690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R1rRP7yLQ2I/AAAAAAAAANU/-2wfeHif184/s320/P1050104+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Badminton court.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141652258266235762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R1rRfLyLQ3I/AAAAAAAAANc/jLWrp17CcYY/s320/P1050105+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing swing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141652490194469762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R1rRsryLQ4I/AAAAAAAAANk/7hUDyJuJF80/s320/P1050106+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my leica lens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-1915217217574016957?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/1915217217574016957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=1915217217574016957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1915217217574016957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1915217217574016957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah-ive-got-my-new-camera-panasonic.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/R1rQHryLQzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iYTMx2RnQNc/s72-c/Photo0019+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-1330548706186392473</id><published>2007-12-03T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:14:42.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chalet was fun. Everything went well, I even had a little entertainment on the last day. Some form of entertainment which i hadn't experience for a period of time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. My ipod is spoilt. N i can't live a day without it. Terrible. The other day i bought a speaker from Sim lim square which was made it china. I mean, nowadays, electronic products mostly made in china right. So it was meant for playing music at the chalet together with my ipod. But just less than 2 hours of playing, 2 things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ipod songs all went missing, and prompts me to use itunes to restore it.&lt;br /&gt;2. The plus which was meant to connect my ipod to the speaker melted! The whole fucking thing bent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are china products just so lousy? Cheap for wat? All like fuck. Wats worst, when i got home, my ipod couldn't even start. So i plugged it into my com n itunes. It started by itself, and i saw all my songs inside. But the moment i plugged it out from my com, the ipod couldn't start again. Arghh!!!!!!! Since china knows that the word needs their cheap labour for manufacturing products, why can't they just do it better. Dosen't mean u are cheap, u have to give lousy products that probably fail the QC. Fuck u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-1330548706186392473?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/1330548706186392473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=1330548706186392473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1330548706186392473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1330548706186392473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/chalet-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3334514430063957989</id><published>2007-11-29T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:10:06.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super busy these days. Couldn't find time to breathe. Hesitated awhile before i decided to neglect my work, and the presence of my boss and log on to blogger. There's just so much i want to say, but i just dun have the time. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows the chalet and i cant wait for it. During lunch tomorrow, would be going to some restaurant at suntec for my departmental dinner. Haha. Company's quite good. Subsidise $30 each person on a quarterly basis for lunch. Heard is some buffet. Haven bought my hp yet, Waiting for the damm voucher to arrive, which i hope is today. Than i'll have to make my way down with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard there would be a party tomorrow after work at the 26 level room. The whole NOL building staff will be there partying. It's a xmas party. I wonder how it's gonna fit so many people. But heard that would get to see a very nice view. Haha. I once went up to 19 floor and saw sentosa and lots of ships at the PSA port. It's quite nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on 14th, there would be a xmas dinner at corpthrone kings. But i dunno if i will be invited. Haha. This company not bad ah. Just had deepavali buffet 2 weeks ago. And hari raya buffet on my first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i call Good staff welfare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got myself a pair of jeans. The most expensive jeans i've ever got. Kinda regretted. Probably selling it away soon. I realised, i'm gonna be 20 next year. Oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3334514430063957989?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3334514430063957989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3334514430063957989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3334514430063957989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3334514430063957989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/11/super-busy-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5078864910853861942</id><published>2007-11-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:56:19.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday reeve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5078864910853861942?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5078864910853861942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5078864910853861942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5078864910853861942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5078864910853861942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-reeve.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-973331619950077198</id><published>2007-11-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:27:09.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I"M SO FUCKING PISSED OFF. Haven blogged for a long time but it seems like blogger dosen't want me to do so as well. Just as i decided to start ranting here, blogger took 5 mins to load to this damm page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. My hp is spoilt. So i need to get one asap but it seems like starhub or god dosent seem to want me to get a phone. Settled on the super gorgeous LG KE800. So drove down with my sis. Called up tiong bahru plaza, they said they had n would reserve for me. But when i went down, they said i probably got e wrong number. I took out my hp n double cheeked, i didn't! so he said maybe his phone link to offie or wat crap, which pissed me totally. So today at work, as a typical singaporean, i wrote a super long email about their fucking bad service, which i stated "AS ROWDY AS SIM LIM SQUARE"! And i said i hope that the neccessary actions would be taken apart from issuing a verbal warning, which, i presume is redundant. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, went down to toa payoh to selll my old skool n70. Agreed on $200. But when i was about to leave, the shopkeeper realise that my hp was lock. So i played michael scofield n tried all kinds of passwords but it didnt work. So, i had to reutrn him $10 for him to unlock it. Ok nevermind. Than went starhub next door. Enquired and they said that they had the nokia e65 in stock n in e colour i want. BUT BUT BUT, in order to use the voucher, my sis needs to be here with me! Because she needs to sign some agreement or stuff. I said i had my sis's IC and permission from her to use it. But, too bad, the rules says no. Fuking hell stuck with this lousy phone which was suppose to rot in the cupboard till army's here. And my sis says she will only be free on friday. Damm.. My bday is in 4 days time n i dun even feel like it. I'm sick for 3 days and i go to work everyday. GOD DUN GIVE ME SO MUCH CRAP ANYMORE LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-973331619950077198?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/973331619950077198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=973331619950077198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/973331619950077198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/973331619950077198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-fucking-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3676335855738802751</id><published>2007-11-11T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:03:24.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alone this nite, while sipping my vodka pear seemed like a companion to me. Depressed over wat i saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3676335855738802751?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3676335855738802751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3676335855738802751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3676335855738802751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3676335855738802751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/11/alone-this-nite-while-sipping-my-vodka.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3143371389914761618</id><published>2007-10-23T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:55:34.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was working halfway when i received a call. Granny passed away. Rushed down to her place.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3143371389914761618?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3143371389914761618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3143371389914761618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3143371389914761618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3143371389914761618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/10/was-working-halfway-when-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5218784178810058185</id><published>2007-10-19T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:46:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my second medical checkup today. Was pissed of by one of this fucking army asshole working there. Went to the counter in front of him and he was reading some book. So the conversation went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Eh, eh, eh, here, here, here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Walked towards the here, here, here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Is this ur first time here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "2nd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "When was the last time u came?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dunno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Why dunno?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Aiya i think march la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Got any tattoo or not?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Go sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was damm guailan. Just because he was wearing a uniform. And he was the admin staff. He wasn't the one who was supposed to be asking if i have a tattoo. Fucking fool face. Let me tell u, act fierce only when u are in the army in ur uniform. Cause u don't scare people at all if u were in your home clothes. Reason because you'll look like a retard who lives on dota, maple or some fucking online game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i was sitting there, I heard someone say, "Kan ni na, march ge lan la!" When i turned towards the direction, it was him, saying to himself without looking at me. Fucking coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i tried to recall and realise my previous checkup was last yr sept i guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know why but the person used his fingers to measure my pulse. He measured for at least 1 minute. Looked through the ECG report for damm long. Was wondering if my heartbeat was irregular. Haha. I think i know the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5218784178810058185?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5218784178810058185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5218784178810058185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5218784178810058185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5218784178810058185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-for-my-second-medical-checkup.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6105137892328081083</id><published>2007-10-18T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:17.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jobs fine. Just that i hardly talk to anyone, except the occasional neccessity, "good morning, hi, hey, hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realised this is the first job that i really felt like an adult. My manager hardly cares about me. I'm a noob to adobe acrobat and MS word. And shes the manager of the IT department. When i had problems and asked her, she said, "I dunno leh, u try find help on internet lor." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i've mastered adobe acrobat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Workloads are given to me and she dosen't really check on me. Like only once a day. I felt that trust was given to me, so i told myself i've got to show results, and efficiency. Much better than a sales job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i kinda broke the trust. Haha. went for lunch. Took a bus from my workplace to clementi to meet KC. Was late for half an hour when i got back. When i got into office i went straight to my desk and started on my work. Suddenly my manager came up to me," U went outside for lunch?" I said,"Ya." Than there was eye contact and a moment of silence for around 3 seconds. Could tell she wanted to ask why i was late. Instead, she,"Haha, oh ok."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope she isn't angry. Cigarettes are my only fren during work. Thanks ciggie, my expensive fren.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122658940492454274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RxdXKlWIGYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2lD2hB358vU/s320/ReEvE2583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a sign i found pasted in the toilet. Dosen't it sound wrong? Figure out urself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, someone beside my blk was attempting suicide. Mum and i rushed downstairs to see. Too bad we only saw fireman trying to break into the house from 10th to 9th storey. Nothing much. The guy was some fat man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have got 2 songs going on in my head. Firstly, "oh mandy". Now starts to be "read my mind" by the killers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do i feel about the "read my mind" song? I also dunno. Some part sounds stupid n irritating, other sound good. Haha. ok bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6105137892328081083?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6105137892328081083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6105137892328081083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6105137892328081083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6105137892328081083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/10/jobs-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RxdXKlWIGYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2lD2hB358vU/s72-c/ReEvE2583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4039928502136222943</id><published>2007-10-11T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:11:45.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday at bukit timah. We were waiting for the bus heading back. Than kc found a $2 note on the floor. And moments later, we realise right at the spot we picked up the money, about 10m away, it was singapore pools. It was directly in front of us. Than singapore pools was supposed to close at 7pm. But it was 7.30pm and wasn't closed yet. So we decided to buy toto quick pick with the $2. I think god's trying to give us some cash. Haha. Hope that miracles do happen. Wish me luck in toto tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a job as an admin clerk at some logistics company. Located at alexander road. Damm inconvenient. It's my first time getting an admin position. The company wasn't willing to hire me as full-time as they knew i was going to be enlisted soon. So i got a part-time position and the pay was only $6/hr. Contract is for 2 months. I dunno why, i signed. I felt stupid at the thought of it. Zara is paying almost double of what i'm getting at this logistics company. Nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4039928502136222943?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4039928502136222943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4039928502136222943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4039928502136222943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4039928502136222943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-at-bukit-timah.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6521539628965517909</id><published>2007-10-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:39:46.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last sunday, made a point to wake up early so as to visit the rangoon road bak kut teh. I would describe it as expensive and not worth it. The 6 of us spent $62 on it. I still prefer the old school bak kut teh at johor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i made my way down to cine. Checked out the exhibition about the police force. I've been considering to sign on with the SPF. Hoping to be a policeman as it might be a stable job for me. But guess wat, i realise no one wants me. No one wants my lousy private diploma. No one wants my "O" levels with 3 credits. I came to realise how vulnerable i am in this society. My position would be like a toilet cleaner in this society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying to myself. Wah shiok if i sign on, around 5 more months i buy car already. Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot. Smoking calms me down. My brothers hear me out. I think that'll be just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6521539628965517909?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6521539628965517909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6521539628965517909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6521539628965517909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6521539628965517909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-sunday-made-point-to-wake-up-early.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7050119002638957503</id><published>2007-09-26T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:19.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had lots of activities going on these days. School was as slack as ever, just that more n more bengs n lians started to enrol in a private school. I guess it'll be tough for me to find a job next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to pulau ubin last thursday. Haven been there before. Weather was warm and we got sunburnt. Haha. We cycled around the island which had dangerous steep slopes. Went to visit the temples and stuff as well.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114520913769404674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvptrFWIGQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Bh4Vdj1OyBI/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up on the i think highest peak in ubin? I forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114521283136592146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvpuAlWIGRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ommjj7Hwprw/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114521532244695330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvpuPFWIGSI/AAAAAAAAAME/WO2gaAa7xVs/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was at the chek jawa bridge. We were suppose to see starfishes and stuff. But due to the high tide, there were none visible.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114522021870967090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvpurlWIGTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FF6NCrlgc_U/s320/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The bumboat back to mainland.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114522279569004866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rvpu6lWIGUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o2wmxDa0Duk/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114522554446911826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvpvKlWIGVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SwhNBp3vBMg/s320/DSC00887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like the colour of the water against the rocks. Ok finish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zouk last saturday. Dunno why i only have 2 pictures. Ha..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114524680455723362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvpxGVWIGWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rjs8jossZRg/s320/DSC00902+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114524899499055474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvpxTFWIGXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/XhMu_RBwUxs/s320/DSC00903+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7050119002638957503?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7050119002638957503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7050119002638957503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7050119002638957503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7050119002638957503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/had-lots-of-activities-going-on-these.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvptrFWIGQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Bh4Vdj1OyBI/s72-c/DSC00023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6747891696285634982</id><published>2007-09-21T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prominent memories. I won't forget the times we've spend. What's more i guess i won't be able to forget you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112596356103936226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvOXTFWIGOI/AAAAAAAAALk/ngPJMnE2ui4/s320/ReEvE1940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112596454888184050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvOXY1WIGPI/AAAAAAAAALs/dyjgjPtDlEw/s320/ReEvE2096%2520copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think about you everyday. Swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6747891696285634982?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6747891696285634982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6747891696285634982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6747891696285634982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6747891696285634982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/prominent-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RvOXTFWIGOI/AAAAAAAAALk/ngPJMnE2ui4/s72-c/ReEvE1940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5264905989504849433</id><published>2007-09-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:21.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last saturday, i indirectly landed a guy in jail i suppose? At least he would be charged with 55. Was quite a show at the coffee shop. This drunk guy was dressed like a chinaman. We assumed he was. Than he was so drunk, he started to disturb the other patrons at the coffeeshop. He started taking his beer bottles and provoked this 2 thai natonals. So me and ivan thought. Hey, kinda bored, want to see show? We call police wan? Haha. So we laughed wickedly. I called the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the cops came. Only 2. Haha. Was kinda a nice show. Just that no guns or punches. Wont go into detail. He was arrested in the end. While i'm typing this there is some malay kids downstairs singing some emo malay songs that can drag a word for 3 seconds. Sounds like prayers. I can hear them from the 11th floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Yesterday, went to raffles city sushi tei. JJ's treat. That guy is too rich, "He knows how to spend his money". Well we had alot of stuff. It's scary. The table wasn't big enough for our food to be placed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108590261242981938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RuVbxrBobjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/K4P7SAvwqW0/s320/DSC02622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Forgot what are the names of the dishes which were in japanese. Practically, we were trying our best to order creatures which could swim. Indirectly seafood. And tried to abstain from beef or pork, though pork is good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108591124531408450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RuVcj7BobkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e4UC0jS1wbE/s320/DSC02616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108591648517418578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RuVdCbBoblI/AAAAAAAAALE/A_kVuqPYx68/s320/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108592108078919266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RuVddLBobmI/AAAAAAAAALM/9IW6hAlhV3Q/s320/DSC02623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108592348597087858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RuVdrLBobnI/AAAAAAAAALU/YklOGcgsnE8/s320/DSC02635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. One of the best ice-cream i've had. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108592644949831298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RuVd8bBoboI/AAAAAAAAALc/tBNvtXJk5Jk/s320/DSC02637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i've not blogged about shanghai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5264905989504849433?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5264905989504849433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5264905989504849433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5264905989504849433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5264905989504849433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-saturday-i-indirectly-landed-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RuVbxrBobjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/K4P7SAvwqW0/s72-c/DSC02622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5217738092934801416</id><published>2007-09-07T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:33:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mixed a cup of vodka pear which i got from DFS with a lil ice cream soda. Making do with what i've got. While sipping through, i channel my avenue of thoughts. I know. Moments ago, i was tearing. The sounds of digitalism keeping me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think why? Yea. I hate it. Like i say why should i be blessed with this unkeen charateristic i've never doubted before? Why should i be injected with this adrenaline of proactiveness, or rather wanting to understand more. Why should i possess this intelligence to go through these facts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said like scofield. My idea. I wanna be like him. But now i really don't. Within like 15 mins. I managed to understand a whole chunk of shit which i was 90% sure of its accuracy. And it was only through a tiny lil clue, me n my bro managed to unveil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is really small. I told bro we could really play scofield around here. I've roughly got through 50% of what affected me months back. But now it's back to haunt me. It's much like a drama serial i must say. Those corny ones you watch at 7pm. But it's happening to me right now. And it has broken me down. But i know, god's trying to give me a test. You wanna put me through all these shit? You wana make me strong. Fine i'll show u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say. Singapore is really too small. I guess wat me n bro relate were really true. How small. Such coincidence. I really dun believe it. School just started for 4 days. I know i have to pass this module in order to get my diploma and go to army. So god decided to grant me this test during this PEAK period. Argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really terrible. I need my bros. I need my blog. I feel my blog like a trash can. I filled it with my pieces of crap. People empty the trash can when it's full. And they'll get what to see is in it. I sense the insecurity in it. However i've got no alternative at such a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the idea in mind. But i dunno how to go ahead with tomorrow. Or tonight. Till than. Bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5217738092934801416?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5217738092934801416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5217738092934801416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5217738092934801416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5217738092934801416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/mixed-cup-of-vodka-pear-which-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7392132797920486374</id><published>2007-08-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:08:17.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regarding my post about shanghai, It'll probably be delayed for awhile as my com is spoiled. I guess it's experiencing some hardware failure or some software crashed. Currently at the internet cafe typing all these. I'm so down on my luck. Logged in and found friendster under maintenance. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda lucky today. Was at borders searching for a book i wanted to buy. I found it and sat down on the sofa to read through. So i dumped my wallet on the sofa. After i decided i wanted to get the book, i left for the counter. Just, did i realised my wallet was missing. So i hurried back to the sofa and it was gone. I was so shocked. It's been years since i last lost my wallet. My money, my IC, my cards were all inside. I was afraid some asshole would use up my cash to purchase some magazines or forge my signatures. So i went around looking for the staff. Luckily, i saw this malay staff holding on to my wallet. I recognised at one glance my monogram wallet. So i told her it was mine, she just returned it to me without checking my identity or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine. I got it back anyway. I'll probably blog next week, but seriously, I'm too lazy to do it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7392132797920486374?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7392132797920486374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7392132797920486374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7392132797920486374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7392132797920486374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/08/regarding-my-post-about-shanghai-itll.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8278327569538039389</id><published>2007-08-24T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:11:05.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Oh mandy"- Spinto band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYALZWFfPO0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYALZWFfPO0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i promise to blog about shanghai by tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8278327569538039389?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8278327569538039389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8278327569538039389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8278327569538039389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8278327569538039389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-mandy-spinto-band.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3299198409037026105</id><published>2007-08-09T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:31:15.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been recollecting memories that happened one year ago at exactly this period of time. It's actually quite nice thinking of them. It's the past, i've to try to let go and move on, though i've not 100% accomplished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to shanghai for my holiday later on. Kinda nervous as i'm going alone. And i have to wait for jerome for 1 and half hours at the china airport. Hope everything goes fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog if i have the time. If not, i'll be back after 13 days. I really dun have the mood to pack my luggage bag now. Troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been years since i watched the NDP. I so wanna watch it, but i'm meeting amanda later. Hopefully there would be some place which we can watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i fucking missed the lee hsien long speach last nite. Hopefully some radio would broadcast it again for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye frens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3299198409037026105?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3299198409037026105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3299198409037026105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3299198409037026105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3299198409037026105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-been-recollecting-memories-that.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4122077522650403466</id><published>2007-07-30T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:11:07.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy weekends at zouk and yesterday at Mos. Went crazy under the influence of amsterdam again. Left a fucking pack of cigarettes outside 7-11 while consuming my beer. It contains at least 16 sticks. Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into a fight at the main arena. With a bunch of bloody malaysians. Won't go into any details. All i could say was i fell with him to the ground, bouncers pulled me, jerome and day. I was pulled out, found cuts on my elbow with bruises on my head and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police came, asked if i needed an ambulance. Gave me a letter stating i'm involved in 323 than let me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i woke up feeling pain all over my neck and head. I also found some small cuts on my eyebrow. Nevermind, i think that fucking malaysian's injury was worst off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4122077522650403466?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4122077522650403466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4122077522650403466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4122077522650403466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4122077522650403466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazy-weekends-at-zouk-and-yesterday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-1688916117859807590</id><published>2007-07-26T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:21:26.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, went to town with jerome for shopping. He got himself a pair of retro blue cheap monday skinnies. Haha. No hesitation, fuckin rich man. Went to cine and saw a few babes. Was shocked when they approached me. They said," Hi we are from the fashion school, we are doing a project and are looking for pictures of people who dress well." I predicted they are probably from Nafa due to their outlandish dress sense. They asked if i mind to pose for them. So i was abit afraid as it was like my first time. So i just posed and smiled. One of them than snapped a pic of me. Haha. If only Sg was full of this kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around town like twice. Went to coffee bean to chill and than to PS for some games. Went back to keat hong for chicken wings and beer, chatted about politics, economy and stuff till 3am. How's the future ahead of us? Will i be rich or poor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-1688916117859807590?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/1688916117859807590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=1688916117859807590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1688916117859807590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/1688916117859807590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-went-to-town-with-jerome-for.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6707559740279845618</id><published>2007-07-23T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:52:02.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for my last day of work. And i can't wait for my trip to shanghai. I'll be going over to Shanghai to find jerome and have my first holiday! It's my first time going overseas. It's also the first time i'm taking a plane. I'm so scared. But i'm so excited about the trip. Especially knowing what i'll be doing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be going on a second trip to bali or most probably hong kong with rachell. Oh man. I can't wait to go overseas. Hope school dosen't start so soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6707559740279845618?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6707559740279845618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6707559740279845618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6707559740279845618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6707559740279845618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-wait-for-my-last-day-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7320314890964821554</id><published>2007-07-18T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:55:12.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i resigned. No hesitation this time. Working for 2 more weeks n i'll be free. I'll still get my pay for june n july. Which means i'll have enough money to spend till october. WOOOH. I call this a retirement fee. Haha. Damm shiok man. Going to school with money. I thought i'll be a poor broke school boy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 3/4 of my damm pay. I spent $110 on agnes b keychain for alysia. I bought myself a pair of $199 April 77 grey skinnies. $150 on a lad musician tee. And $200 on a hysteric glamour X sue rynski tee. No one's gonna stop me. I've aimed for this stuff for like 2 months. And now when i have e money, i'll get it without hesitation, before i spend everything on other stuffs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome's coming back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, once again, i got into a quarrel with a customer. She was asking me to get her a tee while she was trying out stuff in e fitting room. So i told her, u have to get it urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 20 mins later, she was still inside. And she was mumbling some shit to herself. I turned and she looked at me. So i assumed that she was bitching about me. I approached her, "Excuse me, were u saying something about me?" She replied, "It was damm rude of u to ask me to get clothes myself." So i argued and said, "I'm just following rules, if u continue to do this, u r hogging e fitting room, it won't be fair to other customers queuing." She said,"But there's no queue at all lor." I said,"You won't be able to predict when there would be one." She said,"But everyone brings stuff in for me, except you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody bitch. This is zara. U think wat? Louis vuitton ah? Or charles and keith. Bring things give u. Dun expect us to be free enough to be ur personal sales assistant hor. Fucking people. Next time i'll hold a can. Make sure u fucking give me tips if u expect such service. Knn. And i dun fucking understand why customers can just leave their clothes and hangers on e floor and just leave empty handed. So difficult to bring it out? Cheebye. I always thought singaporeans were gracious and would pass stuff back. SInce young, thats wat i do. Only till i work here than i realise that 95% of people dun do it. The 5% are the angmohs. They are e only people who bother to do it. Number 1 dun do it are the people from INDIA. Cocky as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, e lady complained to my manager, but my manager just, "oh, orh, huh, i see." She didn't even bother to scold me. Fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I saw this 2 really hot gals. Hot not in the sense of sex appeal. They were so damm fucking vogue. Their faces were born vogue naturally. Exactly like mannequins. I swear. They were about 175cm. Super slim build. Probably from some european country. And, they were twins!! So damm hot. I Swear, they could carry off anything. Whatever they tried look damm cool. Even a stupid hoody. One of them was doing a runway thing in e fitting room. Haha. She smiled at me. I was like, i didn't know you'll smile, because ur face just looked too cool. U know, 80% of models dun smile. She looked super cool when she smiled. Perfect features. I was wondering what she ate. So skinny yet she still has her petite boobs and ass. Hmm. Borned like this? Blessed. They could pose of as mannequins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7320314890964821554?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7320314890964821554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7320314890964821554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7320314890964821554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7320314890964821554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-i-resigned.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3083177994405799355</id><published>2007-07-13T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:21.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poor junjie has gone to army. He is probably bald now. I wish i was inside too. Got damm business statistics paper. Hai. One less brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Introducing "Le point D'ironie". My soon to be tattoo. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RpZbfkO5b0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7uKiaT_yhFQ/s1600-h/point+d%27ironie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RpZbfkO5b0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7uKiaT_yhFQ/s320/point+d%27ironie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086353427021786946" border="0" /&gt;I know i'll regret. But who dosen't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3083177994405799355?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3083177994405799355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3083177994405799355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3083177994405799355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3083177994405799355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/poor-junjie-has-gone-to-army.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RpZbfkO5b0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7uKiaT_yhFQ/s72-c/point+d%27ironie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-2002351212626414164</id><published>2007-07-07T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:57:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday fat ivan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from qid's wedding. Was my first time going to a malay wedding. Experience was fine though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno if i should be happy or sad. Received my sub paper result. I failed. Which means i have to remodule and defer my army again. I'm so tired of living, i just feel like going into army and forget everything, live a life of a soldier, on an island without entertainment facilities. Hai. On the other hand, if i dun go to army, i'll have more time to enjoy myself. I really dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should i tell my mum?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-2002351212626414164?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2002351212626414164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=2002351212626414164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2002351212626414164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2002351212626414164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-fat-ivan.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5345277061866403835</id><published>2007-07-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:03:57.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arctic monkeys- Fluorescent adolescent   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxoTRlSAQ4k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxoTRlSAQ4k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the recent indie songs, this is my current favourite. I'm so crazy about this indie song. It's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite happy this week. Claimed my public holidays, getting saturday and sunday off. Would be celebrating my colleague's wedding, ivan's bday and clubbing with the koolkat's at zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add on to it, Aly gave me a 4gb ipod nano. I'm so damm happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing through my hp calender, thats what i always do regularly. Than i saw this note "Kahcheong's bday". It's like 1 month later? Oh my god. Time passes so fast. I can still remember getting drunk, lying on the floor, all the amsterdams and the other shit politics that happened. Haha. Time passed freaking fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5345277061866403835?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5345277061866403835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5345277061866403835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5345277061866403835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5345277061866403835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/arctic-monkeys-fluorescent-adolescent.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8512681661788842843</id><published>2007-07-02T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:43:52.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i was on my way to work. Ran out of fags, got down to the coffeeshop to get a pack. I took out $10 expecting for a 20cent change. The uncle said,"sorry ah $10.20." Than i thought,"Huh ki gey ah? Orh, GST tio bo?" I took out $2 and passed to the uncle. He said,"U got 20cent? Dun have nvm." And pushed my $2 back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is considered as the last day of sale. Although those items not sold would still be there. Gotta work tomorrow. I've been working for 5 days straight. I'm so fucking tired. I need a great massage man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for the 1st time, i had a serious quarrel tgt with my colleagues with 2 super unreasonable customers. Half an hour had 2 quarrels. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule: No sharing of fitting rooms.&lt;br /&gt;This mother and daughter came and shared fitting rooms. My trainee assistant manager went over and told her,"Sorry strictly no sharing of fitting rooms." And somehow, they started quarreling about it. The mum kept saying sorry, let us change first, we will get out n not share." The daughter refused, and chose to challenge us. so my assistant manager decided to just walk away. My colleague than went over, and warned them not to share again. This time, the daughter shouted,"Just let me change and i will come out, stop forcing me out of the fitting room!" My colleague, pissed off," You dun come and shout at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out, took her whole bunch of clothes from far threw it so hard on the table. Right under our nose. So fucking pissed, I shouted for her to come back. She walked back and pointed at me,"I hate ur stupid service." I went over and replied,"At least show some decency, if we're not gonna set rules, u wont be able to be here trying. We are humans as well n we deserve ur fucking respect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mum apologised to us profusely when her daughter left. I told her off and said dun even bother to apologise for such a daughter like urs. So they both left for the cashier and requested for email and feedback form. Haha. She's so pissed with us, but i still saw her buying our mechandise. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd incident.&lt;br /&gt;Rule: maximum 6 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Mother and daughter from some angmoh country. It's e reverse. Mother is rude, daughter is so polite. They wanted to bring in more than 6 pieces. We refused. She said, hello i am giving u sales. What's wrong. My assistant manager said," It's out rule. Sorry everyone has to follow that." She fucking said,"Than change ur stupid rule. It's sounds so stupid to me. It's not as if i've commited a criminal offence. In this case, i dun really care about what stupid rules u have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Although she's so fucking rude, i love her last sentence. It's so cool. Haha. So she said,"If u wanna quarrel than ask ur manager to come. My assistant manager said, Ok sure i'll get her. The mother replied," By the time ur manager come, i'll probably have left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she ended this sentence, my manager coincidentally came in to pass some clothes to us. So the lady just walked out. We shouted,"Hey stop dun run, our manager here already." She just acted deaf and walked away. Such a stupid coward. The situation was damm hilarious. She's like so afraid to see out manager. Still act like she has the guts. And all the time her daughter is inside trying. And her daughter is like deaf, she like didn't even care about anything. Still can come out and say thanks you to us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cool and cowardly angmoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8512681661788842843?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8512681661788842843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8512681661788842843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8512681661788842843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8512681661788842843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-was-on-my-way-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7591193815310442921</id><published>2007-06-28T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:21.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a long week for me. How should i go about? Alright. Club 21 interview was successful. Offered me calvin klein at shaw house. Kinda good location as it aint that crowded. Went for e 2nd interview and i passed. But the staff and manager there are like so fucked up. So i told them i would start on e 1st of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hesitated when i got home. E pay they are offering me is just $1.2k. Comission is 1.25%. Thats so fucking little. And need to count stock everyday, throw boxes to the smelly rubbish area. Just like back to the old levis days. And when things, we're liable for it. The things aint cheap yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So e HR department called, asking for my diploma and my documents. Haha. So i told her i would come down this week. The problem is, i'm not a diploma holder. I've yet to pass my last module. Secondly, the pay is fucking hell too little. I'm earning like $500 more in zara. So, being wicked, i decided not to answer her calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I dunno why. But all of a sudden, I got myself fishes to breed. Crazy? I'm a person who makes pro-active decisions ok. Haha. But probably not for this instance. :) Wanna see my fishes?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RoPNtJQj4kI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ar7yqV2pKVk/s1600-h/ReEvE2542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RoPNtJQj4kI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ar7yqV2pKVk/s320/ReEvE2542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081130980067238466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful fish tank. Haha. I threw all my dragon ball n power ranger figurines into it. Those that u get when u buy yakult during primary school. Remember? I've got 20 neon tetras, 6 red tetras and 6 grey tetras. I've got 2 lazy sucker fish as well. Think they will die early. They dun seem interested to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RoPOipQj4lI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k7LHujhWAC0/s1600-h/ReEvE2541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RoPOipQj4lI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k7LHujhWAC0/s320/ReEvE2541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081131899190239826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got this pic from chelsia's victoria secrets perfume. Kate's breasts are really petite. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today is e first day of sales in zara. I dunno why, but customers seem so clever. They know so much about e sale. Like when it is, what time out shop open and stuff. They are crazy man. Shop opens at 10am by right. But they decide to open it at 9.45am. At 9.30am, u can already see crazy people dwelling outside. Craze man! When e gates open. They seem like they know what they want and wat to do. They grab the ultra big plastic bags provided, than go in run around n just pick n dump what they need. Crazy people. The queue at the fitting room and cashiers were crazy. Stretching from the front of e shop till e back. Hangers all over e floor and tops as well. Kiasu aunties who dun want to queue, decided to use another alternative. They use the mirrors provide on e sales floor. They dump their items on e dusty floor and try them in front of everyone. Showing their undies and such. When they decided on what they wan, usually comprising of only 5% of what they picked, they leave e rest ON THE FLOOR! Fuck u aunties. Finally show ur typical singaporean behaviour huh? Where's ur graciousness? As if the stuff are like $5? Some can even throw stuff right under ur nose and expect u to clean them up for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than overheard this bitch. Carrying a louis vuitton handbag, trying to look chic, vogue, shit. She said to her fren, "Yucks zara stuff are so fucking cheap. Buy for what sia." Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got india customers who get into quarrels with local gals, angmohs who lose their temper, fucked up CJC students who come in groups of 10 to 20, carrying their filthy body odour comprising of classroom, canteen, wear uniform play basketball smell to zara. And they love buying $19.90 stuff. Or the fucking junkfood tee that every singaporean gal with black tapered jeans has. The one that says, "Miss happy. miss late, miss stupid, miss tickle." I bet u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, and dinner was provided. Half an hour only ok! Eat, take a puff, thats it. The chinese rice with curry chicken seems to be poisoned. Like 70% of my colleagues experience the symptoms of "feel like shitting" after eating the stale rice n chicken." As for myself, i didnt feel like them. Instead, i felt like i swallowed a rock. And it's trapped in my stomach. Those kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shop target is $300,000 daily. Holly shit. What can u do with that money??? I hope it rains everyday. Than this singaporeans will go to taka instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to blog again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7591193815310442921?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7591193815310442921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7591193815310442921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7591193815310442921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7591193815310442921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-long-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RoPNtJQj4kI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ar7yqV2pKVk/s72-c/ReEvE2542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3721673295981332522</id><published>2007-06-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:22.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, went to mustafa with ivan to get my calculator watch. Only to find out that it was $6 cheaper at another place. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, found a few pair of previous season leggings in my workplace's storeroom. It's one good design i feel. I bet u can only get it at zara.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RnaPTjj1OQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Skhq04zigKU/s1600-h/ReEvE2533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RnaPTjj1OQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Skhq04zigKU/s320/ReEvE2533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077403196032628994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's e design of a piece of denim. But it's leggings! Great design. Haven seen anyone wearing it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sungei road flea market. Got myself 2 great bargains. Damm happy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RnaP4Dj1OSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KA1FoHXFssU/s1600-h/ReEvE2537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RnaP4Dj1OSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KA1FoHXFssU/s320/ReEvE2537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077403823097854242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RnaPuTj1ORI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XaVGbSslUlo/s1600-h/ReEvE2536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RnaPuTj1ORI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XaVGbSslUlo/s320/ReEvE2536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077403655594129682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 2 spoilt vintage cameras. I assume they are spoilt. Unless i send them for repair which would be tough. This 2 cameras r vintage pieces that u cant find in stores anymore. U might not even be able to find a person who might be able to repair them. This is even older than the cameras u have 10 years ago. The ones before digital cameras were invented. Back than, who were able to afford this? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanced upon e first camera. Managed to bargain from $20 to $10. I was thinking, so fucking cheap! Than i thought i should look around first. Went around and wasn't able to find something i like, than it started to rain. So me and ivan thought, forget it, let's just go back and get that camera since they are all packing up n leaving. So i went back and bargained again. We settled on $8. After a few steps. Saw a store with e second camera. It's lighter. I asked, how much? The uncle said $5. I was so disappointed. So i bargained. I said "$2 can"? The uncle kept saying $3 is best price. Than i said, "chin chai la raining already $2 ok?" Haha. He looked damm pissed off and took my money. Ivan was so fucking shocked at how i can get a camera at $2. Even those toy cameras might cause more than that. Haha. Should have bargained more with the first uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both pieces are very new. Just that some parts are a little spoilt. In case you are wondering why i bought them, i actually bought them to use them as accessories. Wearing them with a strap across my shoulder or on my neck. Like i said they are vintage pieces. Had so much difficulty getting a neck strap for it at sim lim square. Non of the stores sell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. $2. That's so fucking cheap. After i get bored of them, i'll probably auction them off at ebay. Who knows i might just fetch a great price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan loves my first camera and wants to steal it from me. I love it too although it's heavy. Great day i had. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3721673295981332522?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3721673295981332522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3721673295981332522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3721673295981332522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3721673295981332522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-went-to-mustafa-with-ivan-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RnaPTjj1OQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Skhq04zigKU/s72-c/ReEvE2533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4600150107021814493</id><published>2007-06-15T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:20:08.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, was e first time being asked to do e position as "seller". As in u just dun bother about anything else except sell stuff to e customer. Or rather, irritate and force e customer to buy. My target was 7.5k. I worked for 10 hours with 2 hours break. So i only had 8 hours which is about $937 an hour. Tough huh. My sales was damm terrible. Until e peak hour from 7pm to 9pm, There were lots of big fishes who had e money to spend up to $500 to $600 at one go. I made $2.1k in one hours time. WOW.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last customer purchased $2.1k of zara mechandise in 45mins. Rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got offered a job by club 21 at calvin klein shaw house. Place is really quiet. E interview was tough and i didnt know i'll be able to get selected. Haha. She said she'll call me in 1 week, instead she called in 1 day. Not really interested in CK. Prefer issaey miyake, blackjack, marc jacobs or D&amp;amp;G. Ck's pay is much lesser than what i earn now. Hai. I'll think about it and try hard to find another job now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4600150107021814493?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4600150107021814493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4600150107021814493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4600150107021814493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4600150107021814493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-was-e-first-time-being-asked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-2501291338188676048</id><published>2007-06-06T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:24:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i got myself a pair of cheap monday skinny jeans. Although it's a little out..  Waist 28! Didn't know i would be able to fit into it. It's a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fucking family staying opposite of me. And the husband always gets drunk n comes home late. He would bang on e door profusely and scold vulgarities in malay. His wife n 2 kids would be just in e house not bothering about him. I dun understand why he dosent have a key for himself. Stupid asshole. Disturbing e whole neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time. It was in noon. he did e same thing. Except that i dunno how, he managed to kick down the door. And he was punching e glass windows with his fists. He than ran in, through e whole glass table on e floor and i should say ransack e whole house. I saw his fat wife pulling their 2 fat kids hiding in e room or something. As that malay family had disturbed my sleep, i decided to call e police. So i bathed, changed and left for work. Still no sign of police. The guy also dunno run go where already. Haha. Than when i was on my way to work in e bus, e police called me and asked, "Hey mr tan, which floor ah?" I told them,"10 floor, no need go up, e guy dunno go where already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-2501291338188676048?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2501291338188676048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=2501291338188676048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2501291338188676048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/2501291338188676048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-i-got-myself-pair-of-cheap.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5096183839787882211</id><published>2007-06-04T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:26:00.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations Mr hooi. You're a married man. :) Although i wasn't able to patronize your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay day is on tuesday. I'll be fucking rich man. First time having so much money in my bank. I'm gonna buy so many things. Great singapore sale, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda in love with e new Lg prada phone, n e older Lg shine phone. But what for when i'm going to NS soon? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering of getting a digital camera for myself. :) My shopping list is so full. I might just finish my pay within 3 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5096183839787882211?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5096183839787882211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5096183839787882211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5096183839787882211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5096183839787882211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/congratulations-mr-hooi.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8062307340633585172</id><published>2007-06-02T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:08:01.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUS4waNufDU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUS4waNufDU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i'm going through e pass month, exactly e same as described in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a point to start anew. Although i know it'll be tough. Different occasions either good or bad surpassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a point to start blogging again, after e drop in readership, complains and my long break from blogging. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8062307340633585172?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8062307340633585172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8062307340633585172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8062307340633585172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8062307340633585172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-im-going-through-e-pass-month.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5699795234679108322</id><published>2007-04-17T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:40:50.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are not getting better. Although i've been changed to another section, the wierd feeling is still there. The feeling is hard to describe. It's like the other ask me," Hows the new section?" And i will like go, "Dunno leh ok lor." Those kinda feeling. Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today again. Was talking to one of my colleagues and i just suddenly told her i can't take it anymore and i just feel like leaving now. She said she felt the same. And after awhile she just came to me and say," Reeve, tomorrow i tender." I was shocked. She said she wasn't joking neither was it too sudden. She wanted to leave. And she said she confirm sign the form. Another of my colleague has signed the form a few days ago as well. And another colleague received 2 warning letters and some stuff happened today again, so she has to be terminated. At this rate, it's gonna deal a big blow to zara. Signboards for recruitment have been put up. I see people walking in for interviews. Mostly chinese bengs with dyed hair and long fringe. I wish to tell them, dun waste ur time and go bugis street work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole nite, i kept thinking wat should i do. My face was so sour and i didn't bother about being courteous to customers. I know it isn't easy for me to find a job as i'm going to NS nxt year. Hai. And i won't be able to find a good paying job. Seems like zara is the only choice. Help me. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to listen to me. Haiz. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5699795234679108322?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5699795234679108322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5699795234679108322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5699795234679108322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5699795234679108322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-are-not-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8751805629586152018</id><published>2007-04-16T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T02:03:47.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a long time sinced i blogged. Guess i'll have quite alot to say. Only if i'm able to recollect everything. Got my "agnes b" logo t-shirt last week. Very happy about it. Work is getting fine for me. Starting to get to know my colleagues and the job itself. Just received news today that i would be transfered to another section. Haiz. Zara ladies is divided into 3 sections. Zara basic, Zara womans, Zara TRF. TRF stands for trafa and it's a spanish word for "young", if i'm not wrong. I used to be at basic which is the most crowded and hectic. Now i've moved to TRF, gotta get to know people again. Haiz. Dun wanna leave my colleagues from my section. What's worst, 2 of the students of poly attachment left yesterday. Haiz. Zara is so desperate for people now. Everyone wants to quit. Why? Because of politics. Company politics. Everyday, in zara, the same thing happens. Malays talk to malays in malay. Sit at one corner. They bitch around about other gals, comment about other staff. I'm not being racist about this issue, i'll like to emphasize that it isn't about race. It's about the people who work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a conversation with one of my colleagues. She's one of the closest to me and we share lots of stuff tgt. She is one of the people i can trust and tell her about everything i hate about zara. She told me, she had a share herself. She's an indian muslim, and she gets disturbed very frequently. To the extend that the other malay gals would make jokes out of her fathers name. How evil can these people be. If someone ever insults, i guess i'll give her a slap man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so complicated here. 3 gals of which 2 were quite close to me left yesterday. Tomorrow, another gal is leaving. Everyday, u get people counting who is leaving, when u wan to quit and stuff like that. How terrible. But i know. In the first place when i came for the interview, and signed the resignation letters for levis, i always understood one thing," I can survive on my own." This is the one phrase that gets me moving. Used to have a good fren who worked at PS ebay. He is full of crap and stuff. When he heard i was going to zara, he exclaimed," Siao ah, zara very high class u know." He also told me, "Reeve pls take good care of urself. And u mus remember that u can survive on ur own after ur seniors have taught u the ropes. Just remember u must learn fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, from the first day of work till now. I swear, i swear, there was never one day the thought of quitting didn't cross my mind. Serious. Never thought working here was tough? Wrong. Now u know. It's not about the job, it's about the people that u come accross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have to work today. Yesterday night was able to meet up with bros and went for billard. Except for ivan who is so busy. I miss him so much man. I told the rest, damm poor thing man. He only got to see us today for like 3 hours, and than have to wait till next week. Really miss the times we had together as a large group. Haiz. When ivan is out, the rest goes in. It's a really long journey for all of us. A very tough one. Especially when people start to meet their love ones. I always tell myself that i have to set aside some time for my bros and not neglect them. If not if this goes on, we would be like strangers as if it's the first day of school. Haiz. I really thank god for blessing me with this group of people whom i really call my brothers. I love them and i thank them for making up a part of me. Their always by my side ready to hear my crap, and to sort things out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to marina to accompany ivan to repair his fucking mp3. That guy is bullshit. Always things anyhow throw. Dunno how to organise alittle bit. Mp3 buy awhile spoil liao. My mp3 for 1 yr still in excellent condition ok. After that, went to parklane for counterstrike. And than to aljunied to watch the bball finals. Home united won. And of course watch kc in his converse 3 point shoot out. Haha. That guy won 2nd place. Went for supper and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend hasn't contacted me for 3 days. I really need someone to talk to. Someone to understand me. Know what i'm doing and most importantly care about me. Thanks bros for being available to me for the weekend. If not i guess i'll be spending the weekend at home with my psp and bolster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, did something really stupid. I was working afternoon shift which is at 2pm. Than there was a meeting at 9am. So, it's compulsory and i had to wake up early as usual, go for the meeting. So was wondering if should slack with colleagues till 2pm or wat. I decided to go home fo sleep. Reached home at 11am, sleeped till 12.30pm. Woke up and went back to work. Lame right? No choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt lots of stuff from the meeting. Now our target for zara liat towers is 1.1 million a month. I'm so shock to hear that. Even levis target one month 65k also cant hit for sure. 1.1 million, and we have done that bfor. We've even did annual target of 20 million. WOW. And for this yr it's the same. 20 million. That is tough man. Worst thing, we are the flagship store in singapore. And yet every store hit their targets except us. It's damm embarassing. I think vivo also never hit. And i heard the outlet there is closing. Another embarassing thing. Throughout asia, singapore has the worst sales. Shocked? Even malaysia and thailand won us. How can that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai hai hai. Life has been real tough these days. Zara. Love it or hate it, up to u guys to decide.  Till than.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8751805629586152018?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8751805629586152018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8751805629586152018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8751805629586152018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8751805629586152018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/04/such-long-time-sinced-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7713303413624835450</id><published>2007-04-03T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:40:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day at zara is fine. Every of the ladies were quite nice and helpful. Just that it's kind of wierd. Everyone seemed to know my name. When i walked in, i said, "Hi i am here for my first day of work." She immediately say," Whats ur name?" I said, "reeve". She said, "orh, reeve tan ah?" Amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was asked to go into the super huge storeroom to pack n sort some stuff. While in there, was attached to a colleague named yati. She's really friendly and helpful. Other of the gals were quite talkative too. Wow i was sitting down, a few gals who came by said, "You are reeve right? Hi i am......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really shock. Everyone seems to know my name. Yet, i only know the names of a few. As compared to levis, the staff here area really caring and helpful. In levis, no way man. No one cares for u until a few days later. One of the gals who had tattoos seemed to be fierce. But she kept smiling at me just as i was about to look away. She even asked me to join them for lunch. Haha. Thank god calvin was working the same shift as me today. Some even asked me if i was comforatble working with them as i was the only guy in the ladies department. They even said i have to get used to it as they like to talk dirty. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i dun really like is when the shop closes and everyone changes. In the shop there are 3 cubicles. Most of the guys change outside revealing their underwear to all the guys and the gals. I'm not used to it. It's as if in a war. When u change there is so much noise outside and everyone rushes u to change faster. Tomorrow full shift. Never work full shift before. Even in levis. It's 13 hours man. Damm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wasted $90 on pants. Bought pants that had the pockets like denim jeans. But the material is pants. They said not acceptable and asked me if i had pants. I said this is pants. My house no more already. He said, than tomorrow ask ur manager get u one. Arghh. There goes my $90. Wat am i going to do with that 2 pair of pants???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Today, i took a cab to work. Haha. I guess i was kinda anxious over it. Got prepared and walked to the bus stop downstairs. Realised i forgot my watch. Went back to get it. Went down again and felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I always get stomach aches when i am anxious. Decided i'll just go back, shit, and take a cab to work. I was sweating all over ok. Fucking singapore weather. Bath come out, step out of the house, immediately sweat. I calculated already. It's about $12 to take a cab to work. So it'll be about $24 a day. I work 20 days a month. So i'll have to set aside $480 for cab fare. That's too much and exceeds my budget. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta catch some sleep now. Really tired. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7713303413624835450?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7713303413624835450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7713303413624835450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7713303413624835450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7713303413624835450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-day-at-zara-is-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-694047255136029801</id><published>2007-04-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:23.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, went to town with sl and jj. At last. Managed to grab hold of the pair of skinny jeans i wanted! Size 30 last pair. Waited so long for the new stock to arrive. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048493690776854418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg_aQ4GOH5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/vGon8AdM28I/s320/ReEvE2462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After town, went down to chinatown in search desperately for a pair of pointed leather shoes. Needed to get them by today as i'll be starting work tomorrow. Toured the whole place but didn't manage to find one. Went to the make shift hawker centre near outram mrt for early dinner. The food was nice. Chanced upon a stall selling "crab meat noodle". Sounds fabulous. Recently, i keep telling people how much i wish i could have crabs now. The cravings keep coming. So i settled on that. $3. Tasted like normal prawn mee. Just that it had char siew, prawns and crab meat on it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048494828943187874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg_bTIGOH6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/dd_aGlX4ZKI/s320/ReEvE2460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went to citylink "pedro" to get my shoes. Was really lucky as today was the last day of the ongoing sale.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048495146770767794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg_bloGOH7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ua4GanCGyDg/s320/ReEvE2461.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, i look really wierd dressing up totally in black. Lockers would be provided a few days later. Which means i have to wear formal and report to work! Singapore is too warm for that man. Isn't it stupid. Getting me a locker would need a few days? Stupid. Really stressed up for work tomorrow. Worried about how tired it's going to be. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, met up with ivan at 12am. Proceeded to boat quay for supper. Was quite a long time we did some crazy stuff. Saw this stall which was really empty. The aunties tried hard to persuade us to dine over there. We saw the promotion going on. So we agreed upon it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048496246282395586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg_cloGOH8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3gcHaEY97JU/s320/ReEvE2457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the way, it's a thai cafe.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048496478210629586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg_czIGOH9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/49M6-np7ZQU/s320/ReEvE2458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby kailan and thai green curry. The curry wasn't too thick. Had lots of brinjals which were really juicy. Delicious.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048496907707359202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg_dMIGOH-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gxV0-cIChZg/s320/ReEvE2459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Black beans steamed fish. Really fresh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this for $25. Wow. That's cheap. Ok that's all. Gotta turn in now. Would blog again about my new job tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-694047255136029801?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/694047255136029801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=694047255136029801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/694047255136029801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/694047255136029801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-went-to-town-with-sl-and-jj.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg_aQ4GOH5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/vGon8AdM28I/s72-c/ReEvE2462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3589462799777556492</id><published>2007-03-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:24.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last year, the most irritating ah beng song is tokyo drift. Now, i guess many people would agree with me is a song i think called "smack that". The song keeps repeating that word. Especially if u go bugis. Everywhere would be littered with that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my last day of work. Went to get 4 pocket watches for my colleagues as a gift. Was surprise when they secretly left a gift in my locker for me too. It was a topman polo tee and i really like it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048108737153081202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg58JoGOH3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/6V1OYEVjUWA/s320/ReEvE2456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maroon colour. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was really sad when i had to leave my colleagues. Wouldn't get to see them so oftenly. Miss all the people at PS, smoking outside 7-11 and eating at the food court, parklane or pasta mania. Haiz. 2 more days would be starting work at zara. Hope everything will be fine. Going for supper soon. Goodbye.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048109381398175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg58vIGOH4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/yrj2VbZzDzE/s320/ReEvE2455+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3589462799777556492?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3589462799777556492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3589462799777556492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3589462799777556492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3589462799777556492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-year-most-irritating-ah-beng-song.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg58JoGOH3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/6V1OYEVjUWA/s72-c/ReEvE2456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6515472835689076072</id><published>2007-03-30T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:24.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, went to bugis to meet up with darling. Toured around the fucked up place for a while. Filled with fucking donation ah bengs lurking around. Showing their student passes to u for no reason, than asking for a donation which the probably keep half of it. Fucking hell. See them everywhere. At ps, bugis, cck. One day i'll fucking call e police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate bugis. I really do. Darling's sis, linna and bf kevin came to join us. We proceeded for steamboat. Was a disappointment as i was hoping there would be e sri lanka crabs. Instead they only had flower crabs. Must be budget constraint. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047737570374328114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg0qk4GOHzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jPGzx_ylBIY/s320/mussles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw this sick mussel which had 2 smaller little babies in it. Yuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner. Proceeded to blu jazz too @ arab street for a little booze. The whole upper floor is changed. Different concept but still as comfortable.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047738128720076610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg0rFYGOH0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Tzr6YgdlywU/s320/cyn189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047738364943277922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg0rTIGOH2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ppKH3tJvosU/s320/cyn195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After waiting for the bus for so long, decided to take a cab home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is my last day at levis. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6515472835689076072?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6515472835689076072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6515472835689076072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6515472835689076072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6515472835689076072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-went-to-bugis-to-meet-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rg0qk4GOHzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jPGzx_ylBIY/s72-c/mussles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8599697031104960544</id><published>2007-03-26T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:27.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's fine now. Happy 20th birthday darling! I've not even hit 19 yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday present for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045921331638819714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rga2t3jl24I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MqpuNcbZ5tU/s320/cyn146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A solvil et titus watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbed down to darling's house to pick her up, than proceeded to go prawning. Luckily, the cab uncle knew how to go there. the concept of prawning was totally new to us. It was a brand new experience and i thought i would surprise darling with that. Anyway, thanks lianhong for introducing me to prawning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place was crowded as it was a sunday. I guess both of us were in the wrong attire, especially me. The sun was scorching man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First step, payment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 hour $13 on weekdays, $14 on weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy 2 hour get 1 free. 1 rod entitled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went ahead to get the neccesities. Rod, knife, net, tray, and the fucking bait is sea hum. All my life i've hated that. Now, i have to sacrifice and PRY them open, slice them into bits and get my fingers bloody.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045921696711039890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rga3DHjl25I/AAAAAAAAAGY/W2tzeHkr39Y/s320/cyn183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We fished around. I was startin to move around, smoke and feel sleepy. Darling on the other hand was feeling really determined. Haha. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045922371020905378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rga3qXjl26I/AAAAAAAAAGg/94ehb8K8Mho/s320/cyn182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045922572884368306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rga32Hjl27I/AAAAAAAAAGo/yXduGl9tB_Q/s320/cyn175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045922800517635010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rga4DXjl28I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Dl4eemBDLrg/s320/cyn177+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lianhong says he can catch 10 prawns in 3 hours. Guess how many i caught? I caught 2 only! Some of those darling and i caught escaped. Bloody hell. Didn't want to bbq it as it was kinda pathetic. So we took some plastic bags, threw them in, suffocated them and darling brought them home. They kept jumping around in the plastic bag. Than suddenly, they stopped. Most probably died!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045929182839036882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rga923jl29I/AAAAAAAAAG4/VB6y5dEftUc/s320/cyn174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cabbed down to depot road. Went to patronise the turqouise room. Seen it on tv, read it on magazines. Had high ratings. For sure, the place makes you feel like you are not in singapore anymore. Try searching it on street directory.coma and you will know. It's located along a street far away from the bustling city. You can hardly hear the sound of vehicles. The air con is turned on with the doors wide open. Somehow, it makes the temparature really perfect. Not too cold nor warm.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045930814926609378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rga_V3jl2-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9HCfRMS739s/s320/cyn173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You'll probably see only light blue and white through out e place.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045931463466671090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rga_7njl2_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GKQTwxlWAgg/s320/cyn166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045931716869741570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RgbAKXjl3AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/b4AmJJa33uw/s320/cyn163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045931948797975570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RgbAX3jl3BI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uK_MiruupuI/s320/cyn165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went on to order some food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045932249445686306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RgbApXjl3CI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eyRZ0n_ttm0/s320/cyn172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grilled portobello mushroom.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045932558683331634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RgbA7Xjl3DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BmnKYwI1VUI/s320/cyn168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Slipper lobster and cherry tomatoes pasta.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045933091259276354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RgbBaXjl3EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/utEo8nSsjH0/s320/cyn162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seafood asparagus pasta.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045933387612019794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RgbBrnjl3FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jChyBuMiJvE/s320/cyn161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The food was fresh and nice. The pasta was kinda different from those you find in pasta mania. It's slightly cooked to keep it hard and chewy. Prawns are super fresh. When u bite them, there is e springy feeling. Unlike those meaty feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, we moved on to the outside of the shop. Chilled outside while enjoying the surroundings which were nothing but trees. Really makes you feel like you are in some other country. Perhaps london? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bellini and singapore swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045934345389726818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RgbCjXjl3GI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5dJcm-Ktvo4/s320/cyn160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045934800656260210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RgbC93jl3HI/AAAAAAAAAII/lxlD6Oq_Aio/s320/cyn147edit+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045935419131550850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RgbDh3jl3II/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uCn7TTAwHTc/s320/cyn150+edit+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After the wonderful day with a bloated tummy, we decided to end it and cabbed home. Home sweet home. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8599697031104960544?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8599697031104960544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8599697031104960544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8599697031104960544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8599697031104960544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/everythings-fine-now.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rga2t3jl24I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MqpuNcbZ5tU/s72-c/cyn146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-7826691788793629059</id><published>2007-03-24T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:34:44.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, i kept listening to F.I.R's "ni hen ai ta" song. Kinda like the song. It's very Ktv pattern to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next saturday would be my last day of work. Haiz. 1 more week to go. I've worked for 6 months. The longest job i've ever been in. I miss everyone from plaza sing. Food court, arcade, basement 1 people, my colleagues and the sinseh shop drink pple. Haha. I've learned so much in this 6 months although this job is a little fucked up. I'm so sad to leave my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, went to meet up with bros and kezia. She just came back from hongkong. So shiok sia. Everyone seems to be going to hongkong. In my whole life, i've only been to malaysia. No where else. Wouldn't be going on the august thailand trip anymore as darling dosen't allow it. Kezia's quite thoughtful. Got us a ralph lauren polo tee each. Only fucking sianglung got one extra belt. Cause he is special. Haha. Although the tee is too big for me, I'll keep it as i seldom receive gifts from people when they go overseas. Perhaps i'll wear it when i grow old and fat when i'm in my 40's. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any alternative websites for prison break season 2? Please let me know. The one i'm currently surfing is a little cock up. I'm trying to prepare mentally for zara. Haiz. Big money comes with tiring work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-7826691788793629059?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7826691788793629059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=7826691788793629059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7826691788793629059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/7826691788793629059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/recently-i-kept-listening-to-f.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4689276958245893565</id><published>2007-03-21T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:03:36.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few days ago, received a call from miss rain saying that i was selected to work in zara. I'm so delighted and yet sad and afraid at the same time. The money is good but i have to work long tiring hours without any chance of slacking. And i'll have to wear leather shoes. That sucks the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my manager i would be resigning on the end of the month. It's really sad to leave my colleagues that have been such nice people to me. Time flies, i've worked at PS levis for 6 months. Wow. But for zara, would i be able to tolerate that long? Dun think so. Starting work on the 2nd april. One day of rest only. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, was posted to taka outlet ladies department. Luckily, i mangaged to cock up some excuse and she decided to compromise a little, so i'm at the liat towers outlet! Just beside wheelock place. I'm happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a new place to work isn't that simple. The hardest thing to grasp would probably be relationships woth new colleagues. That's the toughest part.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4689276958245893565?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4689276958245893565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4689276958245893565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4689276958245893565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4689276958245893565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/few-days-ago-received-call-from-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8157827226283819386</id><published>2007-03-16T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:28.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, went to sim lim tower with darling to find the electronic parts for her project. After that went to the sungei road flea market which was littered with ah peks selling their old stuff. Also had fake rolex and omega watches. :) Was terribly hot though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042195741520794002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rfl6T-1VkZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Anvrsq0okNY/s320/ReEvE2448.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042196171017523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rfl6s-1VkbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3sNjisi7NRg/s320/ReEvE2447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, walked to arab street to chill out. Didn't expect something to happen to me. There is this old malay guy in his 30's with super long beard sitting on the floor. Assumed to be a retard. He was looking at darling and i was kinda furious and naturally stared at him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bang. That guy was really a retarded, but a fierce one. He stood up straight away from the ground and ran towards me," Eh see wat see?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I," U see my gf first leh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He,"Cannot see ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pushed him real hard, he got back to his stance and delt a great blow straight at my nose. I didn't know how to describe how i felt. It's been a long time since i got into a fist fight. That fucking blow really made me go crazy. He than gave a few more which hit my cheeks and the back of my ear. I realised i had to retaliate. Threw a few back at him and swung him towards the road. He lost his balance and was kneeling right in front of him. Than comes the really hardcore and shiok part. He had his back of his head facing me. I swung my arms back and dealt a fucking big blow to e back of his head. That left him a blur i guess. The," weng weng weng" sound in his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than this fat uncle came hugging me and asked me to go away. He didn't want to let go of me unless i left. He kept shouting, that guy siao one la dun fight with him. Had a few verbal fight with him before i went away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is shit man. I've like gone crazy after that. My whole head was thinking of all the hardcore def jam moves to throw. Haha. Anyone of you guys play def jam, you'll know the superstar moves that you can throw. Really hardcore, gruesome and beautiful. That game should be rated m18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went home with darling to but food for my sick mum. After that, went to causeway point to catch 300 with bros. The fucking movie is awesome and super violent. I guess today, i'm going mad. First a fight and 2nd a violent show. WOOH. I'm of to play def jam on my psp again.&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/26478649-8157827226283819386?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8157827226283819386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8157827226283819386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8157827226283819386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8157827226283819386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-went-to-sim-lim-tower-with.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/Rfl6T-1VkZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Anvrsq0okNY/s72-c/ReEvE2448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-4148740319829986271</id><published>2007-03-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:28.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, went to the esplanade to catch a performance. It was by a local band named "broken orange fence". The lead singer was a young talented little lady. They specialise in "swing". They explained that this was during the 1920's. "swing" is also the same as jazz. They performed really well. Went to their website and managed to find two songs lisa ono sang. They sung it in their own version. I kept asking darlin, "Why she dun wan take part sg idol. She can sing dance and carry herself so well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039957771501801842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RfGG4-1VkXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uC91lPlTsfY/s320/cyn118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the performance, went to gluttons bay for dinner. As usual, had so much food making the both of us feel so terrible and guilty. Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039956195248804178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RfGFdO1VkVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fkS_pKlhjYs/s320/cyn115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039956732119716194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RfGF8e1VkWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T6gqKP_KZuM/s320/cyn117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In this fried oyster pic, e oyster seems really nice. I didn't like oysters ever since i ate fried oyster. But this looks so crispy n salty. I decided to give it a try. Haha, it was really cooked, which made me like it. Darling trained me and forced me to eat. I ate 3. Haha. a little accomplishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039958471581471106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RfGHhu1VkYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ah2sJNjnjwc/s320/collage+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-4148740319829986271?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4148740319829986271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=4148740319829986271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4148740319829986271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/4148740319829986271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-went-to-esplanade-to-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RfGG4-1VkXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uC91lPlTsfY/s72-c/cyn118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6760950928561492404</id><published>2007-03-09T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T13:30:55.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since school has ended, life somehow changed for the first time. Everyday, i'm working. let's say 5 days a week. It's tiring to stand the whole day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, i get hooked up on prison break season 1. Got the whole set of dvd's from msia. The show was really great, keeps one anticipating and wonder what's going to happen next. After prison break, i probably get stuck for 1- 2 hours on my psp. Yeah. marvel alliance and def jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till than, off to meet darling and to town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6760950928561492404?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6760950928561492404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6760950928561492404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6760950928561492404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6760950928561492404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/ever-since-school-has-ended-life.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-3599086222215652456</id><published>2007-03-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:30:17.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for the interview at zara today. Went quite smoothly actually. Coincidentally got to know a gal who was working at levis too. We did the interview together and was shocked when e in charge mentioned that we were both from e same company. Haha. Except that she's from tampinies gals and she's been working since 2003. Through out e interview, e same old questions were asked and i managed to handle them cautiously. She even mentioned a few times that she's quite happy with the both of us and the interview was quite positive. She even asked asked us to choose between cashier and sales assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is, she asked me if i was willing to go to the taka outlet. That outlet is fuckin crowded. Taka is forever corwded even on weekdays. Guess everyone knows. Plus there is no one to take care of me over at taka. I told her i would prefer wheelock as it was more convenient for me. She rebutted and said that taka is just accross the street. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few brands to choose from, maxximo dutti(dunno hw to spell), evita peroni, pull n bear and zara. The both of us chosed zara. The lady was asked if she wanted to go to evita peroni. Which, i didn't know why she chosed to decline. The job is damm relax plus the shop is small. Too bad they only hire gals i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that i didn't have any friends at wheelock zara. Was wondering what will happen if she finds out the truth. Confirm get taka one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she would contact me by end of next week. I'm really anticipating the call. Just that i'm a little confuse. What if i get taka? I guess i'll try to request again. But what if the request fails? Should i go to taka? It's really stressful for me. I really dun wan to go to taka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe she dosen't even want me. Cause she mentioned that she prefer people with 1 year sales experience. I've only got 6 months. Haha. And she said that she advertised in the papers. So there would be more candidates coming up. Just as i was about to leave, 2 malay gals came in. Haiz. I dunno. I really hope i'll get selected. And if i do, for wheelock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People please advice me. I really can't make the decision. Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-3599086222215652456?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3599086222215652456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=3599086222215652456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3599086222215652456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/3599086222215652456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-for-interview-at-zara-today.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-8746640936514443964</id><published>2007-03-05T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:52:08.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got a new set of psp today. Haha, the other time sold mine, now buy a new one again. The temptation keeps coming. Damm it. Tomorrow, i'll be going to zara for an interview. Ex colleague calvin says it's a very high possibility of getting the job. Plus i've got sales experience for a few months at levis. The pay is fucking good. Basic $1200, allowance $500, commision 30%. Wow, after cpf i can take home at least a 1.9k. Zara sure can afford that as i heard they can make $40,000 on a weekday. Unbelievable right. But the job is really tiring. Wear tuxedo, leather shoes with heals, put on tie. Arghh. I really hate to leave my colleagues and levis. Jsut that the pay is too little. Haiz. If tml i dun pass e interview, i think i'll have to carry on with levis and try find another job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-8746640936514443964?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8746640936514443964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=8746640936514443964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8746640936514443964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/8746640936514443964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-got-new-set-of-psp-today.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-180241965866353046</id><published>2007-02-18T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:24:57.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's day 1 of Chinese new year. Of all festive celebrations, i guess the one that i dread most would be this. Seriously, i hate it. Not because i'm a mother fucking bastard who hates it for no reason. I have reasons. For 2 days, you go around visiting people, talking to people whom you see probably less than 3 times a year. They interogate you, say the same few lines every year like you have grown taller and more handsome. They make a joke out of you, than everyone looks at you and laughs. They make the feeling worst by making another joke and so on. All you can do is sit there smile and laugh at the joke they made out of you. Have you heard of something as silly as this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, reunion dinner and visiting grandparents are the more neccessary ones. These are the ones that are much meaningful. :) I remember since young, every new year. I would be sitting on the sofa from 12pm to 9pm-10pm. Watching tv, hoping someone would sms me. The adults would gamble, the other cousins would sit around feeling the same way as i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's the values and the definition of the word tradition that is inculcated in us since young.  I dun see any meaning when u dun talk to your cousins since young, uncles that u hate, aunties that gossip about u, and yet u need to sit there feel wasted, allowing people to make a fool out of you. It's tough you know. When u sit there stoning, watching tv, some auntie would approach you and say," Eh y so sian huh, go eat la, go play cards, play with your cousins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to just pretend that everything is fine. People that u dun feel comfortable with, people that u dislike. Can u, just based on 2 days of CNY, be really "ar ka liao" with them? I can't. That's why i feel i'm in this really terrible situation, whenever CNY arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the worst thing? All the shopping centre, food stalls, all are closed. You have no where to go but stay at home. Unless you have frens in the same situation as you. Than, perhaps you might be able to work something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year people. Hope u enjoy getting money from your relatives. You guys know it. It's not the thought that counts. It's the amount of money you get.  I'm evil. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-180241965866353046?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/180241965866353046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=180241965866353046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/180241965866353046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/180241965866353046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-day-1-of-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-5762345493511401742</id><published>2007-02-16T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:32.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year's valentine's day has got to be the best one i had. Met up with darling and went to town for lunch. Intended to proceed with sakae sushi, but had to wait till 3pm for the lunch buffet to start. Changed plans and went to pasta mania at plaza sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had spicy chicken pasta, darling had mussels and clams pasta in white wine. I ordered garlic bread and these spicy chicken bazil pizza. After lunch, went to town to shop before sending darling home. She's got a paper to sit for e next day. Poor thing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031813890908990482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSYEveBrBI/AAAAAAAAABc/_FW6hV6yVbw/s320/cyn97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My little surprise for darling. I didn't bring it along to town. Instead, i ordered it to be delivered. Bringing it to town is so troublesome and looks really wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031814556628921378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSYrfeBrCI/AAAAAAAAABk/8lRxOJtXvhE/s320/cyn96.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After sending darling home, met up with the rest at city hall. Proceeded to vivo city for dinner. Chanced upon kezia's cousin n fren, they joined us for dinner too. We saw this really interesting restaurant named "Bosses". It's chinese name is "hei she hui". Was really pleased with the ambience and service. I've somehow got a prejudiced against chinese restaurants. I've always been to those filled with waiters in lousy appearance, fucked up attitude, hot environments. Dirty overall look. Haha. Probably, those chinese restaurants that i've been too are lousy ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered a bowl or garoupa porridge that costed me $9. Was worth it anyway. The fish meat was fantastic. Had jasmine tea and rose tea as beverages.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031817481501649970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSbVveBrDI/AAAAAAAAABs/0AYpiKLNbTU/s320/DSC01208%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031817636120472642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSbeveBrEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VDPz1nI1O9g/s320/DSC01206%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031817812214131794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSbo_eBrFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nZZy9c5CyE8/s320/DSC01207%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031817979717856354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSbyveBrGI/AAAAAAAAACE/fQ527M51uSI/s320/DSC01209%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031818254595763314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdScCveBrHI/AAAAAAAAACM/i5kGBfqa21o/s320/DSC01203%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, went to the rooftop for a some heavy photo taking and heart felt chats regarding secondary school.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031818688387460226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdScb_eBrII/AAAAAAAAACU/7icCnMBXSaw/s320/DSC01221%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031818911725759634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSco_eBrJI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGE1KCQAIJQ/s320/DSC01224%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031820432144182434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSeBfeBrKI/AAAAAAAAACk/iX8FMWHnsOE/s320/DSC01229%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took turns to do a little modelling.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031820749971762354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSeT_eBrLI/AAAAAAAAACs/l2JzMwCAmjA/s320/DSC01231%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031820977605029058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSehPeBrMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4KQRQ-kf1eo/s320/DSC01230%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031821175173524690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSesveBrNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jjq8q2lc_T0/s320/DSC01232%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031821424281627874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSe7PeBrOI/AAAAAAAAADE/HRNnQLHaXuU/s320/DSC01234%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031821630440058098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSfHPeBrPI/AAAAAAAAADM/naZ0Z2Xvsxw/s320/DSC01236%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031821918202866946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSfX_eBrQI/AAAAAAAAADU/dOLFuMkzff0/s320/DSC01243%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031822158721035538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSfl_eBrRI/AAAAAAAAADc/z0TUGNrK1Qc/s320/DSC01240%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Am i that skinny? I like the shawl on my neck, i'm considering to get myself one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031822562447961378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSf9feBrSI/AAAAAAAAADk/pkXMK0djULc/s320/DSC01241%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The fucking photogenic, perfect in all shots, destined to be couple.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031822927520181554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSgSveBrTI/AAAAAAAAADs/EVV9Mj7J5go/s320/DSC01245%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031823172333317442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSgg_eBrUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VWhkB-s4G8I/s320/DSC01246%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031823696319327570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSg_feBrVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Xtga08YADjM/s320/DSC01247%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There's still quite a few pics regarding a drama acted out using photoshoots. However, there's too many pics n blogger isn't understanding. So i'll have to post them another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-5762345493511401742?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5762345493511401742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=5762345493511401742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5762345493511401742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/5762345493511401742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-years-valentines-day-has-got-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdSYEveBrBI/AAAAAAAAABc/_FW6hV6yVbw/s72-c/cyn97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-6635351160070231234</id><published>2007-02-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:32.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdCKqveBq6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xNgTwmdVhPo/s1600-h/collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030673250674387874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdCKqveBq6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xNgTwmdVhPo/s320/collage+1.jpg" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just having fun with these old photos i took at the art museum. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-6635351160070231234?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6635351160070231234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=6635351160070231234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6635351160070231234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/6635351160070231234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZYnjzgzRs4/RdCKqveBq6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xNgTwmdVhPo/s72-c/collage+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26478649.post-117121194158327274</id><published>2007-02-12T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:39:01.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone, i'm fine already. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26478649-117121194158327274?l=the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/117121194158327274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26478649&amp;postID=117121194158327274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/117121194158327274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26478649/posts/default/117121194158327274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-artistic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks-everyone-im-fine-already.html' title=''/><author><name>REEVE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16935489861963641175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
