<?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-11612734</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:37:49.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Colour!</title><subtitle type='html'>I disappeared for awhile, and now I'm back. Freed from the duty of the motherland, now I have rediscovered my mission in photography. Through the self discovery, slowly in the evolution of my photograpy, I hope to produce more works of high qualities!

Oh btw my printer ran out of colour inks, and my apple's pixels got bleached.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-5408405299405883364</id><published>2007-10-25T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:36:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What Must a King Do? - 300 OST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-5408405299405883364?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/5408405299405883364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=5408405299405883364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/5408405299405883364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/5408405299405883364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-must-king-do-300-ost.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-2133748188975242889</id><published>2007-09-20T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:33:38.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Havnt been blogging lately. busy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thinkers to leave behind. Tell me,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you proud of your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it anything. As long as there was once you was proud of him/her. Let me knw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-2133748188975242889?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/2133748188975242889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=2133748188975242889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2133748188975242889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2133748188975242889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/09/havnt-been-blogging-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-3610155937510703389</id><published>2007-08-29T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:01:32.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANT REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>CANT REMEMBER WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THINGS I LEARNT WAS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ABIDE BY THE GOVERMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE EXPERIENCES WAS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOWING THE LAW WAS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING SEEM SO WRONG NOW. NOTHING SEEMS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM INHUMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SELFISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OF SELF DOUBT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-3610155937510703389?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/3610155937510703389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=3610155937510703389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3610155937510703389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3610155937510703389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/08/cant-remember.html' title='CANT REMEMBER'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-8343866048600045806</id><published>2007-08-26T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:31:40.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough</title><content type='html'>I had enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-8343866048600045806?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/8343866048600045806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=8343866048600045806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/8343866048600045806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/8343866048600045806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/08/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-8390455046966970990</id><published>2007-08-05T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:45:00.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21!!!!</title><content type='html'>21 years of living on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I look forward to many years ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my friends for attending my erm, rather impromtu birthday bash cum exhibition,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh, Melis, Jiahui, Linna, Yiping &amp; kexin! ( And yes thankyou very much for the shirt! Haha. That is the first Tee I have with a camera imprinted on it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok and friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray, Ray Goh, Tucker, Jinkiatz, Puishing! (local photography production)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis &amp; Cousin Lin and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last of all, without my dearest Ivy~ there wouldnt be any of the above to thankfor!&lt;br /&gt;-thankyou for all the logistic support for the book,&lt;br /&gt;-thankyou for the sinfully delicious ice cream choc cake!&lt;br /&gt;-thankyou for the wonderful present!&lt;br /&gt;-thankyou for being   h e r e  w i t h  m e .&lt;br /&gt;&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/11612734-8390455046966970990?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/8390455046966970990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=8390455046966970990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/8390455046966970990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/8390455046966970990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/08/21.html' title='21!!!!'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-8981988437889054044</id><published>2007-07-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:32:13.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can forgive and understand some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cant be forgiven when I do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not entitled to the same actions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-8981988437889054044?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/8981988437889054044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=8981988437889054044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/8981988437889054044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/8981988437889054044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-just-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-3095908998174758944</id><published>2007-07-20T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:39:46.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RqCe2VVCWRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xbhLVp2RJO0/s1600-h/SH06_InEx_Mailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RqCe2VVCWRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xbhLVp2RJO0/s400/SH06_InEx_Mailer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089242235204163858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See u there : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-3095908998174758944?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/3095908998174758944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=3095908998174758944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3095908998174758944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3095908998174758944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/07/see-u-there.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RqCe2VVCWRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xbhLVp2RJO0/s72-c/SH06_InEx_Mailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-2239266595889294376</id><published>2007-07-03T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:44:49.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RopSZ8IvltI/AAAAAAAAACs/-wo4XaTDhdk/s1600-h/cy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RopSZ8IvltI/AAAAAAAAACs/-wo4XaTDhdk/s400/cy9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082965735034033874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for 2007 Mr Kong's Facial expression contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best caption for the face wins a free makeover shoot from Mr Kong Himself! (makeup artist, cosmetics, appreals not included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start sending your entries through the comment sections now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-2239266595889294376?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/2239266595889294376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=2239266595889294376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2239266595889294376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2239266595889294376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/07/ladies-and-gentlemen-its-time-for-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RopSZ8IvltI/AAAAAAAAACs/-wo4XaTDhdk/s72-c/cy9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-2747697284069217648</id><published>2007-07-01T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:06:22.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes gazed upon this lady on the bus. She has tied black hair, pouty lips and long slender legs. On her t-shirts was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ok with all the boys Staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i tried hard not to stare then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening as I was walking to the bus stop, there was a ring-ring coming closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;As I turned myself to see the approaching reckus, there was this botak, china looking fat boy, plastic framed specs.&lt;br /&gt;His bicycles is the kind with the busket infront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he approached, he skied to a halt using his legs, and came the usual rubber asphalt rubbing sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS he slided GRACEFULLY pass me, I cant help but notice the words on the back of his singlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESSURE FORWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good gracious he even has those old nokia ear piece to his right ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mean tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-2747697284069217648?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/2747697284069217648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=2747697284069217648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2747697284069217648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2747697284069217648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-eyes-gazed-upon-this-lady-on-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-7592042612120206847</id><published>2007-06-08T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:42:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes. I know what to blog about this friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is 9 of June 2007. 9 months ago I would have been looking forward to this day. 9 Days ago it dawned to me the date was coming closer. 9 hours later will be the start of the preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the 65th batch of officer cadets commissioning parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I feel a sense of emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile back I'll be bitching about it, saying how good it is to escape all this. Little did I know it would have such a big impact on me. I cant seem to do anything now. Commissioning parade was bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The applause of the spectators when the cadets march in. They laugh when the cadets sang their school song. &lt;br /&gt;They cheered as top cadets recieve their swords of honour. A deafening roar rocked through the grounds when cadets pleged their allegiance to the president and the republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present, the Officers of the republic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will forever be eitched in my heart. It was that moment, when cadets becomes 2nd Lieutanants. It was an outworldly experience. Even though I was just an usher, I could feel the passion and pride surging forth from them. It just made it look all so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried talking to ivy yesterday. No she didnt understood me. She just asked me why did I quit in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride, Honour, Glory, Duty, Country, Brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never talked to anyone since. I am not a officer cadet anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-7592042612120206847?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7592042612120206847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=7592042612120206847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7592042612120206847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7592042612120206847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-2557400447971407334</id><published>2007-06-07T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:43:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rmf9HhTod7I/AAAAAAAAACk/LOWx2Vu5ggw/s1600-h/_MG_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rmf9HhTod7I/AAAAAAAAACk/LOWx2Vu5ggw/s400/_MG_0093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073301810897778610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile 4d Betting outlet! All depends on whether your daring enough =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-2557400447971407334?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/2557400447971407334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=2557400447971407334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2557400447971407334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2557400447971407334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/06/mobile-4d-betting-outlet-all-depends-on.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rmf9HhTod7I/AAAAAAAAACk/LOWx2Vu5ggw/s72-c/_MG_0093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-3678319596858224404</id><published>2007-06-01T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:12:07.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RmA2bya-ExI/AAAAAAAAACc/6iBW7wZl8Og/s1600-h/_MG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RmA2bya-ExI/AAAAAAAAACc/6iBW7wZl8Og/s400/_MG_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071113031438439186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" they say your life flashes before your eyes ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, think, ponder. Crossroads. Where might you be heading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-3678319596858224404?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/3678319596858224404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=3678319596858224404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3678319596858224404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3678319596858224404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/06/they-say-your-life-flashes-before-your.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RmA2bya-ExI/AAAAAAAAACc/6iBW7wZl8Og/s72-c/_MG_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-829163305401665315</id><published>2007-05-23T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:21:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best singapore has to offer</title><content type='html'>You probably have lived in singapore for a few decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably feel bored living here. High living cost, fast-paced, too much rules, too much reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RlQxQDbVh8I/AAAAAAAAACU/CxrfpT7DZh8/s1600-h/_MG_2560_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RlQxQDbVh8I/AAAAAAAAACU/CxrfpT7DZh8/s400/_MG_2560_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067729632566282178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop your work. drop your commitments for a weekendday. take a camera out for a stroll. visit places of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe u'll understand why other people from the far side of earth would want to come to this tropical small red .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-829163305401665315?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/829163305401665315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=829163305401665315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/829163305401665315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/829163305401665315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-singapore-has-to-offer.html' title='Best singapore has to offer'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RlQxQDbVh8I/AAAAAAAAACU/CxrfpT7DZh8/s72-c/_MG_2560_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-4175908245983100083</id><published>2007-05-15T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:15:32.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RkmHyeRkccI/AAAAAAAAACM/rZHUDgmwSrU/s1600-h/_MG_1397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RkmHyeRkccI/AAAAAAAAACM/rZHUDgmwSrU/s400/_MG_1397.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064728557144797634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Primary school friends, secondary school friends, poly school friends, jc school friends "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gearing for for my exhibition in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-4175908245983100083?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/4175908245983100083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=4175908245983100083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/4175908245983100083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/4175908245983100083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/05/primary-school-friends-secondary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RkmHyeRkccI/AAAAAAAAACM/rZHUDgmwSrU/s72-c/_MG_1397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-5920682109037266143</id><published>2007-05-10T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:14:53.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RkMMoeRkcbI/AAAAAAAAACE/K9482ZydBNQ/s1600-h/_MG_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RkMMoeRkcbI/AAAAAAAAACE/K9482ZydBNQ/s400/_MG_0156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062904295555625394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I didnt have a handphone when I was a Kid "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-5920682109037266143?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/5920682109037266143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=5920682109037266143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/5920682109037266143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/5920682109037266143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-didnt-have-handphone-when-i-was-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RkMMoeRkcbI/AAAAAAAAACE/K9482ZydBNQ/s72-c/_MG_0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-3578947790249370537</id><published>2007-04-29T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:16:51.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time passes</title><content type='html'>Dear all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times moves so fast. In blog years, it has been almost 2 years here. Cant you feel it? I was looking back at my post, way back, and found smt very funny. There were always post about this and about that, complaining, or should that be journaling. F-ing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Just doesnt seem so nice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone said I wasnt mature enough. Thats bad. Looks like I got a longer way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from shooting a wedding yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the good guys does really get the good girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it pays to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience is a virture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Learning for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-3578947790249370537?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/3578947790249370537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=3578947790249370537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3578947790249370537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3578947790249370537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-passes.html' title='Time passes'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-3589036904615681822</id><published>2007-04-27T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:51:25.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RjIIfeRkcaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UalTWK__fGQ/s1600-h/_MG_2511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RjIIfeRkcaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UalTWK__fGQ/s400/_MG_2511.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058114668286210466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  walking on sunshine  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the song from 200 pounds beauty. By Kim Ah Joong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;김아중-별&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;바람결이 창을 흔들고&lt;br /&gt;내 키만한 작은 나의 방 위로&lt;br /&gt;아름답게 별빛들을 가득 채워 주내요.&lt;br /&gt;많..이 아파 하지마&lt;br /&gt;날 꼭안은채 다독여주며&lt;br /&gt;잘자라 위로해 주…네요.&lt;br /&gt;걷지 못할 만큼 힘에 겨워아파와도&lt;br /&gt;눈물이 앞을 가려 와도 갖지 못할 내&lt;br /&gt;사랑 앞에도 난 웃을 래~요.&lt;br /&gt;잠시라도 곁에 행복해던 기억들을~&lt;br /&gt;가 슴에 간직 할게요.&lt;br /&gt;두눈에 수 놓아진 저 별들 처럼… 영 - 원 –히&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly recommended. Those who want the ost, just drop me a email or msg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-3589036904615681822?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/3589036904615681822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=3589036904615681822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3589036904615681822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3589036904615681822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/04/rainy.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RjIIfeRkcaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UalTWK__fGQ/s72-c/_MG_2511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-7574702765527816047</id><published>2007-04-27T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:27:35.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RjHB3uRkcZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eDkrmLPEyss/s1600-h/_MG_9756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RjHB3uRkcZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eDkrmLPEyss/s400/_MG_9756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058037019572466066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 10 brothers "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-7574702765527816047?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7574702765527816047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=7574702765527816047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7574702765527816047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7574702765527816047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/04/10-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RjHB3uRkcZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eDkrmLPEyss/s72-c/_MG_9756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-9184446815431056926</id><published>2007-04-25T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:43:28.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Ri92meRkcYI/AAAAAAAAABs/j5n2QkoGseE/s1600-h/_MG_9745_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Ri92meRkcYI/AAAAAAAAABs/j5n2QkoGseE/s400/_MG_9745_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057391309894218114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wonderland o.1"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-9184446815431056926?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/9184446815431056926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=9184446815431056926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/9184446815431056926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/9184446815431056926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/04/wonderland-o.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Ri92meRkcYI/AAAAAAAAABs/j5n2QkoGseE/s72-c/_MG_9745_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-4736695179841826537</id><published>2007-04-24T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:35:54.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rizf6lPnZ9I/AAAAAAAAABk/p0VH3bgAXK0/s1600-h/rd1_401_374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rizf6lPnZ9I/AAAAAAAAABk/p0VH3bgAXK0/s400/rd1_401_374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056662679153240018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epson's RD-1, 6mp digital rangfinder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get this sponsored, or maybe my birthday present? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Stop all the cakes! All the cards! All the soft toys! All the nonsensical presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-4736695179841826537?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/4736695179841826537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=4736695179841826537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/4736695179841826537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/4736695179841826537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/04/epsons-rd-1-6mp-digital-rangfinder.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rizf6lPnZ9I/AAAAAAAAABk/p0VH3bgAXK0/s72-c/rd1_401_374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-6220110436051816143</id><published>2007-04-11T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:11:40.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joe 21 jane</title><content type='html'>Hi all.\\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the year of the 21. Everyone is throwing a bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Of August. To bash or not to bash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a solo exhibition. photography exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out                                     .\\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-6220110436051816143?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/6220110436051816143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=6220110436051816143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/6220110436051816143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/6220110436051816143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/04/joe-21-jane.html' title='joe 21 jane'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-3593713585413645898</id><published>2007-04-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:04:46.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RhzOwCXviYI/AAAAAAAAABc/Nn0t6FFhpJk/s1600-h/_MG_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RhzOwCXviYI/AAAAAAAAABc/Nn0t6FFhpJk/s400/_MG_0980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052140206668351874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blah blah black sheep any any ah bing ge?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-3593713585413645898?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/3593713585413645898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=3593713585413645898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3593713585413645898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/3593713585413645898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/04/blah-blah-black-sheep-any-any-ah-bing.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RhzOwCXviYI/AAAAAAAAABc/Nn0t6FFhpJk/s72-c/_MG_0980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-4062221434270169660</id><published>2007-04-08T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:43:36.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rhfk4u-h_2I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZrsMM_xe9Y4/s1600-h/_MG_9707_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rhfk4u-h_2I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZrsMM_xe9Y4/s400/_MG_9707_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050757170453413730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"worth every step of the way"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-4062221434270169660?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/4062221434270169660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=4062221434270169660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/4062221434270169660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/4062221434270169660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/04/worth-every-step-of-way.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rhfk4u-h_2I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZrsMM_xe9Y4/s72-c/_MG_9707_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-6602722051182224241</id><published>2007-04-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:41:39.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RhT8Te-h_1I/AAAAAAAAABM/QAZ-U7lUg2c/s1600-h/_MG_2655_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RhT8Te-h_1I/AAAAAAAAABM/QAZ-U7lUg2c/s400/_MG_2655_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049938493852221266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stop, listen. Appreciate"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-6602722051182224241?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/6602722051182224241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=6602722051182224241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/6602722051182224241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/6602722051182224241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/04/stop-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RhT8Te-h_1I/AAAAAAAAABM/QAZ-U7lUg2c/s72-c/_MG_2655_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-7271699278728260671</id><published>2007-03-25T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:30:46.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RgY_CSPKBbI/AAAAAAAAABE/huo_1q_gUxA/s1600-h/_MG_2633_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RgY_CSPKBbI/AAAAAAAAABE/huo_1q_gUxA/s400/_MG_2633_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045789741002917298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"intoxication"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-7271699278728260671?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7271699278728260671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=7271699278728260671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7271699278728260671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7271699278728260671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/03/intoxication.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RgY_CSPKBbI/AAAAAAAAABE/huo_1q_gUxA/s72-c/_MG_2633_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-7888380304330767577</id><published>2007-03-18T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:49:57.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rf0Xw1q0EtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MuCTIG8DRYw/s1600-h/_MG_2598_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rf0Xw1q0EtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MuCTIG8DRYw/s400/_MG_2598_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043213285532635858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"friday night showtime"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-7888380304330767577?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7888380304330767577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=7888380304330767577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7888380304330767577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7888380304330767577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday-night-showtime.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rf0Xw1q0EtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MuCTIG8DRYw/s72-c/_MG_2598_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-5568681649407234774</id><published>2007-03-17T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:15:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rfs5Llq0EsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hE7jSs2iEfw/s1600-h/_MG_2591_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rfs5Llq0EsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hE7jSs2iEfw/s400/_MG_2591_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042687079024431810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"paperwork"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-5568681649407234774?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/5568681649407234774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=5568681649407234774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/5568681649407234774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/5568681649407234774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/03/briefcase.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rfs5Llq0EsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hE7jSs2iEfw/s72-c/_MG_2591_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-7743362923268117282</id><published>2007-03-17T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:40:42.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rfs44Fq0ErI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e0qNgfcHoLc/s1600-h/_MG_2586_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rfs44Fq0ErI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e0qNgfcHoLc/s400/_MG_2586_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042686744016982706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"those of jet black"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-7743362923268117282?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7743362923268117282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=7743362923268117282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7743362923268117282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7743362923268117282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/03/those-of-jet-black.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rfs44Fq0ErI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e0qNgfcHoLc/s72-c/_MG_2586_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-7159273062058912518</id><published>2007-03-11T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:39:19.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rfs4qlq0EqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cse_9lgiLPQ/s1600-h/_MG_2584_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rfs4qlq0EqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cse_9lgiLPQ/s400/_MG_2584_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042686512088748706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" everytime is a fresh start "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-7159273062058912518?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7159273062058912518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=7159273062058912518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7159273062058912518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/7159273062058912518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/Rfs4qlq0EqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cse_9lgiLPQ/s72-c/_MG_2584_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-2827879671393426874</id><published>2007-03-11T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:31:45.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RfN9GVq0EoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-W_GqydFf5Y/s1600-h/222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RfN9GVq0EoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-W_GqydFf5Y/s400/222.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040509955807122050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wonderlust No. 1 "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-2827879671393426874?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/2827879671393426874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=2827879671393426874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2827879671393426874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2827879671393426874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/03/wonderlust-no.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RfN9GVq0EoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-W_GqydFf5Y/s72-c/222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-1356043007923261740</id><published>2007-03-11T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T06:39:46.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RfN8Nlq0EnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkEeFUQyhwU/s1600-h/_MG_27021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RfN8Nlq0EnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkEeFUQyhwU/s320/_MG_27021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040508980849545842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with a new profile : the blue turtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was gone, I have did the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic military training centre : Ninja company &lt;br /&gt;Officer Cadet School : Golf wing&lt;br /&gt;Armour Training Insititue : Officer Training Wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Which then I (OOC) Out Of Course due to problematic knee injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now is currently serving my remaining ns liabilty peacefully as a HQ personnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-1356043007923261740?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/1356043007923261740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=1356043007923261740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/1356043007923261740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/1356043007923261740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/03/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BiYy5vyF8RE/RfN8Nlq0EnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkEeFUQyhwU/s72-c/_MG_27021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-2620194497528688731</id><published>2007-03-11T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:12:58.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>It has been long since I was here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with new post and pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-2620194497528688731?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/2620194497528688731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=2620194497528688731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2620194497528688731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/2620194497528688731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2007/03/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-116205889231142957</id><published>2006-10-29T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:08:12.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life moves on</title><content type='html'>I wonder if anyone still visits here, but anyway blogging here is just another ritual, or a place where nobody ever bothers with lots of infomation overload everywhere, but just blogging here for the sake of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been god knows how many months, I'm still in NS, serving as a NSF (havnt sign on yet), enjoying life in OCS (hmm...enjoying. cant believe I said that). Gone where the days of AGR, and strength training and fieldcamps. COmes the day of more 10-20km ET runs ( endurance training ), IPPT specific training, more fieldcamps and even more excerises! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life being an officer cadet aint that easy, but 64 batches have done it, why cant I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mentally noting down to kiwi boots, iron uniform, fold smart four, pack bag for book in, modify knee and elbow guard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havnt really seen my friends in ages. How are you all doing? Is everyone doing fine in their life? Happy? I really want to meet up with a few of you, but god knows if anyone wants to do that, or rather just bump me on the street and do a 5 sec hi-bye-takecare-seeyasoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I dont really look forward to booking out on weekends. Anyone suffer this before? Hmm...I actually can dread coming out. Gosh the army must has poisioned me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont type much here, for Mike Serria Delta might catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyone keen on meeting me to catch up, collect old debts, pay back time, good old arcade outing, lan, dim sum, feel free to contact me! ITs the same no., 94510679. Just dont identify yourself as some insurance agent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-116205889231142957?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/116205889231142957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=116205889231142957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/116205889231142957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/116205889231142957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-moves-on.html' title='Life moves on'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-115301652379462071</id><published>2006-07-16T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T10:22:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1mnth 2weeks</title><content type='html'>It has been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you guys been. I'm wondering if anyone still comes to this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkyard. Where I trash all my unhappiness and f-ed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions in my life to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;What is leadership&lt;br /&gt;What makes a good leader&lt;br /&gt;Popularity vs Being a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to be glad for in my life, I have someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I dont blog much about you, thats just because I dont display my affections for you in the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, more then ever, ever will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-115301652379462071?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/115301652379462071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=115301652379462071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/115301652379462071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/115301652379462071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/07/1mnth-2weeks.html' title='1mnth 2weeks'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114969801907404456</id><published>2006-06-08T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:33:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life after tml</title><content type='html'>I am going in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/ivymeweb_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/ivymeweb_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my dear. I will think of you everyday and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks! man It seems like eternity now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114969801907404456?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114969801907404456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114969801907404456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114969801907404456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114969801907404456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-after-tml.html' title='life after tml'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114900900400046758</id><published>2006-05-31T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:10:04.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do.</title><content type='html'>No promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am giving it all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114900900400046758?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114900900400046758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114900900400046758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114900900400046758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114900900400046758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-do.html' title='i do.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114892599818714473</id><published>2006-05-30T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:06:38.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, I dont want too go.</title><content type='html'>Dear me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my life sucked. I thought NS will change everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right. I havnt had a life before I go in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one now. Just 1 week before I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!! I really want to spend more time here. With you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Next thurs. Will all be fine by then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114892599818714473?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114892599818714473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114892599818714473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114892599818714473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114892599818714473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/05/mom-i-dont-want-too-go.html' title='Mom, I dont want too go.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114823124390636993</id><published>2006-05-22T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:11:33.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 days more.</title><content type='html'>My dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I came here, to chat with you. It has been a long time since I saw you. I come before you know because I have much to say, much to complain about, and much to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really down.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really tired.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have problems with my club. It was mine to begin with, cos it was me/us who chose the current committee. I dont know where it went wrong, how it came to this state, but its disasterous. There isnt any teamwork, there isnt anyone leading, it isnt going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back almost everyday, spending more time each day to settle and help the club. Someone once told me I sold my soul to the club. I didnt. I lost it. And now everyday is like fighting a losing battle. I revisit the strategy on the paper everyday with my fellow alumnis. Everyday we rant and complain. Its like a mini series. Dramatic, twist and turns everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the biggest challenge in my life right now. But I'm drained. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the club, WE are forced to outsource. And this has led to many small skrimishes. Many of which where built on false trust and friendship. Yet I wish some turn out to be true and fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bad with people. I make people angry. I make people sad. I make people unhappy for all kinds of reasons. And today, I have made 2 more. I am truly sad and sorry. Nothing can express how I am feeling right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sudden influx of PR have taken its toll on me. I wan a long vacation. Away from all these. I dont even know why am I here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like someone to talk to, all of these. But sadly, I can turn to none. Is this desperation? I'm looking for a partner. Just a friend. Now I know its hard to find a friend you can trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, the al mightly chongyew, always so confident of himself, who alway thinks he comes before all, stands above all, is taking a backward stance. I am standing among everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as thou my wings are clipped.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped between the barb wires.&lt;br /&gt;Stripped bare by the howling winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel the full magnitude of stuff, stuff from the humane world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And too, I understand the phrase "dont make the girl fall for you if you aint going catch her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing to do is to bring one's spirit up 100 times and turn on gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a double whammy. A chain car accident. A surgery and have infection set in. To kiss and slap the person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have I sinned so much in my 19yrs here. This is a test/battle/race that I cannot complete alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked out the grailes.&lt;br /&gt;There isnt any stars.&lt;br /&gt;Even the moon was hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;Have you abandoned me for good.&lt;br /&gt;To be thrown into an abyss.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my evil twin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114823124390636993?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114823124390636993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114823124390636993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114823124390636993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114823124390636993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/05/16-days-more.html' title='16 days more.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114701179941987534</id><published>2006-05-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:23:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c u tml in club hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114701179941987534?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114701179941987534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114701179941987534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114701179941987534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114701179941987534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-meisy-d-c-u-tml-in-club.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114681052125847386</id><published>2006-05-05T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:28:41.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election!</title><content type='html'>Head to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/outofcolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see my shots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114681052125847386?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114681052125847386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114681052125847386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114681052125847386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114681052125847386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/05/election.html' title='Election!'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114606667392512838</id><published>2006-04-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:51:13.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name calling, the worst of the worst.</title><content type='html'>I think most people know I am a badie. And I have numerous other name called before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker ( actually not quite heard that..)&lt;br /&gt;Bastard&lt;br /&gt;Moron&lt;br /&gt;Shit&lt;br /&gt;Evil&lt;br /&gt;and so on lah I really cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I really hate you..You really asshole you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole. Now tts a long one I didnt heard for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys...I am really satan's reincarnation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114606667392512838?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114606667392512838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114606667392512838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114606667392512838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114606667392512838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/04/name-calling-worst-of-worst.html' title='Name calling, the worst of the worst.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114601711202039960</id><published>2006-04-26T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:05:12.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons.</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to ayumi's Seasons, which is an old fav of mine. And makes me to wonder am I one? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was reading the new paper a few days back, didnt had the energy to blog. I read an article on married women going on sexual escapades secretly, and reading that really like wtf, although I mean it has been happening around and its no big deal. If any of my female friends reading this thinks its no big deal pls let me knw =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just makes you question the morality of the society as it progresses. And men cheating on their wives is already sad enough, now the opp is taking place!!! Maybe the kids shld start some also right. This are the actually the young and hip ladies thinking that sleeping around is and ok thing to do man! (i mean when your married, I'm totally fine with sleeping around as long as both party enjoy it and no strings attached)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find the article, but shit has it that she said that she loves her husband, she loves her family (not sure whether she have kids yet,) but she sure hell doesnt want to be tied down and wants to have hot steamy sex around. At the end of the day, she still will return to her husband yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEKs. So what is love? Love = marriage? I think it not that simple all along. Marriage is something like a tool for the male to passdown the family line, and the female to make sure that she can be cared for and doesnt worry about fighting for survival. I sure dont mind sleeping around, as long as my partner can support me for the rest of my life and he doesnt know about it. Erks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure is hell that my mind is totally swayed towards singularity. A single positron in the masses of neutrons and electrons. I think I was too native in my previous post that getting a pet might solve some things. Hmm. Now to comtemplate the future from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dont mind getting married, if so then divorce is 100% possible and I would be ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont mind having an active sex life, with multiple partners, but sure am I not purposely sleeping around for.&lt;br /&gt;3. And hell no married ladies pls. I shld slap them if anyone apporaches me, but then again maybe I cant resist if she's too hot ( ahaha MEN.)&lt;br /&gt;4. What did I hear that I must be joking that I could be sleeping around with women! Haha I also dont know, and I dont have any foreign dna in me, no sharp features and hell not fit and smart and the list goes on. But you never know you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doesnt really know who reads my blogs nowadays. I think female readership is like 0.0000%%. So I dont really give much damn into blogging now. Perhaps the fever has passed, moved on to podcast or wad, but it isnt the fever that I was interested in. Its the staying in contact sort of things. I would have guessed the message I would like to bring across isnt getting read by the relevant parties, so heck lah I wulddnt giv a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114601711202039960?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114601711202039960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114601711202039960&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114601711202039960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114601711202039960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/04/seasons.html' title='Seasons.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114512729289947820</id><published>2006-04-16T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:54:52.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I'm watching jewel in the palace these few days, incase u didnt know, its called da chang jin in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i really like watching a tv-series. It makes me reflect on my life, and think more about myself and the world around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah i got soft spot for korean shows and dramas! Brotherhood and jewel in the palace is truly worth watching. At least they dont make you cry over some lame plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i would just like to be a single, ordinary people, and help everyone else. I would want to come between anyone or anything. I will elaborate more of that in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114512729289947820?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114512729289947820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114512729289947820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114512729289947820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114512729289947820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114416305917793451</id><published>2006-04-04T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:04:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Are we not destined for great things? Wrong. Am I not destined for great things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is your own hands. Fight! Fight chongyew. Why. Why give up. Why do you strongly regard what people thinks, what people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must fight. You must stand up. Cos no one is going to help you. Not your parents, your sister, your friend, your mentor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114416305917793451?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114416305917793451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114416305917793451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114416305917793451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114416305917793451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_114416305917793451.html' title='-'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114416305095104067</id><published>2006-04-04T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:04:10.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Are we not destined for great things? Wrong. Am I not destined for great things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is your own hands. Fight! Fight chongyew. Why. Why give up. Why do you strongly regard what people thinks, what people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must fight. You must stand up. Cos no one is going to help you. Not your parents, your sister, your friend, your mentor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114416305095104067?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114416305095104067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114416305095104067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114416305095104067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114416305095104067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_04.html' title='-'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114397618925107749</id><published>2006-04-02T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:09:49.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08 06 06</title><content type='html'>Enlistment. 2 mnths 6 days more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114397618925107749?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114397618925107749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114397618925107749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114397618925107749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114397618925107749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/04/08-06-06.html' title='08 06 06'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114377630687162794</id><published>2006-03-31T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T11:38:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114377630687162794?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114377630687162794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114377630687162794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114377630687162794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114377630687162794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/03/z.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114312294367744319</id><published>2006-03-23T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:09:03.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear blog, my imaginary friend</title><content type='html'>FUCK IT I HAVE NOT BEEN SO FUCKED UP FOR LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it pay to be a nice guy? I dunnoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to money, they say " talk money, hurt relationship".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend whois shooting for the school. and I am suppose to shoot as well. But because there is the exhibition to settle, I opted to oversee the exhibition while he is shooting. It is paid btw. Tomorrow there is another shoot, if both photogs go both will get paid, but who will oversee the exhibition? I am going to oversee the exhbition tomorrow. The job is $20 an hour, today's is 6 hours. Tomorrow is roughly the same. For today actually I had an assignment, which was to cover the award ceremony for the SP robotics team in NYP. It was suppose to be a whole day event, which I would have roughly earn the same amount, but for me I dun think I will bluff that I was there the whole day. I will probably say I did 2 hrs. I WAS overseeing the exhibition preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another job, which is a workshop for a secondary school. Its $200 for 5 lessons of 2hr 1 lesson per week. I said I am going to take everything, and it isnt a joke. Maybe to him it sounded like a joke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants money. We are both in a poor state right now, but I feel unjustified. Its true, someone will scold me stupid, why should I oversee the exhibition preparation? I could have shoot as well, earned the same amount. But for me, I had always took upleadership positions natually. Ok fuck it. No one understands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really mind that he has earned more money from the school then I have. After all they had contacting him first. Ok fine. But, for the workshop, we had both intended to try to "friend" an instructor as much as possible. So he can be our mentor. But during the workshop, he took the first strike, as well as another friend of mine from another workshop we attended. FOR ME, I find,  ah fuck it, since they want it so badly, I back out. What? Stupid again? FINE, say I am stupid, I am wadeva, but for me, I have always treated my friends sincerly, I would always have given my friends the opptunity first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? The instructor called him yesterday to ask whether he was free on friday to help him as personal assistant on his shoot. In case you didnt know, that was very important to young photographers to be working with their pro photographer. I am happy and sad when I heard that. What sucks the most is that he asked whether I can take the sch job on friday! I thought we where suppose to shoot it together (before it was decided that I will oversee on fri).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You earned the cash, you have gotten your dream mentor, what is next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it time for me to be more selfish, for myself. I have lost so much. But then again, most of YOU will probably said I didnt grab the chance when I can. Forget it. I dun think writing on my blog here will explain anything. Everyone see me as an idiot, loud and big mouth son-of-a-bitch friend, always fucking here fucking there, hating the world, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of you actually know I care the most for my friends? I treasure friendship almost more then everything else, I will help my friend even if I have to pay it with my life. ANYONE KNOW? ANYONE SAID THANKS? ANYONE CARE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. All I get is simple T H A N K  Y O U, and T H A N K S  A H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Thankyou is not enough??? YEs. I have every right to be selfish. I have every right to believe that what I helped other people has to make me feel wanted, yes wanted, and appreciated. Sometimes a simple thankyou is ok, but at other times, show more appreciation. Yes I helped you in this and that, after that when you have accomplished what you want, you forgot about me. Yes, you, you the dear friends of mine. Because at the end of the day, I am not your best friend, I am not your dear friend, I am not your friend. I am your classmate, your acquintance. Your friend's friend, someone you meet on the street. Crappy, Idiotic, Stupid, Rude, Impolite, Careless, etc etc eTc ETC ETC ETC ETC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my dear friend who are reading this, I feel like ending my life for the umpteenth time. I have so FUCKING ENOUGH of helping people out. I HAD FUCKING ENOUGH YOU READ ME? READ ME??????!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter if you dun understand me, dun care, dunnoe what to do. Do yourself a favour, treasure the people beside you. For a matter of fact, you have lost one here, to learn to treat your other friends, family, girlfriend boyfriend better. Yes...YOU my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesnt matter if I oversee the exhibition preparation tomorrow, or spilting the money for the workshop, getting all the money, or none. Because at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just another person in my dear friend's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114312294367744319?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114312294367744319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114312294367744319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114312294367744319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114312294367744319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-blog-my-imaginary-friend.html' title='Dear blog, my imaginary friend'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114296130535226798</id><published>2006-03-22T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T01:15:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>Long time no update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished shooting home by objectifs. Not the best of works produced. I will upload soon. The main exhibition is held at objectifs this sat, 1730 onwards. Do support me, but I wonder how many people will actually see this and come. Directions can be found at www.objectifs.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought ibook 12".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super shot on cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super busy, with 2 workshops to conduct, Sch's shoot for 12+ clubs for their leaflet, getting the exhibition up, shooting for the reunion show, etc, and training for NS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw my friends posting up pictures of them attending their friend's grad, commissioning parade, ceremonies, birthdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun happen to be invited to such places, and I dont think anyone will come to mine anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like when you know a friend is at some ceremony and you gather your friends to suprise him. Doesnt happen for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should I be whinning here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114296130535226798?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114296130535226798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114296130535226798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114296130535226798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114296130535226798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/03/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114209814390185194</id><published>2006-03-12T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:29:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if I am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114209814390185194?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114209814390185194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114209814390185194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114209814390185194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114209814390185194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-want.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114192023435877564</id><published>2006-03-09T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:08:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it takes to be loved and wanted</title><content type='html'>I went home after work today, it was 2315. While passing the adjacent block to where I lived, I saw a cat. She ( I assumed ) was tagged with a yellow collar. Well, she was the only one cat who didnt run away when I tried to approach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like animals, and she was purring and sitting near the drain when I walked pass. I hesitated, and headed back. She walked slowly towards me, of course purring softly in the progress. Awww, so sweet. I wanted to stroke her, but had a few items on my hands. I sat on a nearby bench and started putting items into my bag. Without hesitation, she jumped right next to me on the bench!! Wahaha. I keep my items in the bag and started scratching her ( sounds weird, but I cant really seem to find the correct word. Groping? Fondling? Eww ). The next moment, she jumped onto the bag infront of me and sat there, laid against my chest. It was such a peaceful moment. And instantly she helped me wash away my foul mood for the day from work. I hated work. I hated the people I saw, I... arg. Hate is a wonderful word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me aware of one point. She didnt care who I was, She didnt care how I look, she didnt care whether I was fat, short, ugly, bad tempered, foul mouth-ed, arrogant, proud, uncivilised, jerk, bastard, poor. To her what I were and who was I really didnt matter. As long as I can give her some scratches on her back, gave her some warmth, she will be happy to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something people cant give. Everything else mattered to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this world. I rather a pet for life then wife and kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114192023435877564?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114192023435877564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114192023435877564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114192023435877564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114192023435877564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-it-takes-to-be-loved-_114192023435877564.html' title='What it takes to be loved and wanted'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114183176885846585</id><published>2006-03-08T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:29:28.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting home</title><content type='html'>I, am, very glad I got into shooting home. Incase you didnt know what is shooting home, visit &lt;a href="http://www.objectifs.com.sg/sh.htm"&gt;http://www.objectifs.com.sg/sh.htm&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad because of a good friend of mine didnt got in. I am scared because of the seriousness of it (working with professionals! if your work sucks, it will reflect badly on yourself, and you will have a bad name carried around the professional world). And now, I am dead tired, considering I have to work for 4 days to earn $400 to pay for the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an anti-climax, the moment I received a call from my friend saying that the confirmation letter has arrived, to now where I have to work. Instead of thinking of coming up projects for the 4 days workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have graduated, I am kinda lost. Where should I go next? A first in my life, and its worth bloggin it down. Really lost. Although I am going to serve national service, its the uncertainty of the future that scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so sad. I open-ed msn messenger, and found no one I can talk to. 120+ contacts. No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I becoming, where am I heading, and how can I materialize my dream? Uncertainties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114183176885846585?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114183176885846585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114183176885846585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114183176885846585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114183176885846585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/03/shooting-home.html' title='Shooting home'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114165297770459638</id><published>2006-03-06T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:49:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lastest pic from my fisheye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/F1130018_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/F1130018_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand, dog, maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to dinner after teaching my dear friend swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114165297770459638?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114165297770459638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114165297770459638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114165297770459638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114165297770459638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/03/lastest-pic-from-my-fisheye.html' title='lastest pic from my fisheye!'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114088581039058391</id><published>2006-02-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:43:30.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You broke my heart but never shattered it completely. And that is the cruelest thing to do to somebody. It broke it into one thousand parts. So that piece by piece it flaked off. Like bad paint off a humid Hong Kong wall. Carrying off fragments of the hopeful, optimistic me that you once knew and cared about."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in every human to yearn to be loved and taken care of, to have a place in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I say I want to be single, even more I have the burning desire to find a great partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the time being, I'll let my dream of being a photojournalist occupy me, and let myself be busy-ed by meeting new people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114088581039058391?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114088581039058391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114088581039058391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114088581039058391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114088581039058391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-broke-my-heart-but-never-shattered.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114053003529246902</id><published>2006-02-21T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:53:55.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An expensive critique session.</title><content type='html'>I didnt know. Perhaps ppl didnt take me seriously. Perhaps ppl view me as immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the photojournalism course at Objectifs seemed like an expensive critique session. $360 to be critiqued by 2 photojournalist. And somehow I got the idea of not been treated seriously. I did learn something nonetheless, and that is to keep shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that workshop I was feeling on top of the world. Now I feel inferior to everyone. z. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I shall keep on shooting, recently got a lomo Fisheye camera. Dont be suprised if I shoved it in your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About valentine's day, I decided not to whine so much. Just let it be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114053003529246902?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114053003529246902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114053003529246902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114053003529246902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114053003529246902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/02/expensive-critique-session.html' title='An expensive critique session.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-114000628242039894</id><published>2006-02-15T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:29:04.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thevdayproject.com 2006</title><content type='html'>Probably you have heard about it. Perhaps you havnt heard about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a last minute thing, and I had planned it with my good sch classmate weichao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the plan, to setup a small location on orchard road on valentines day, to shoot passing by couples and sit down or stand still on some decorations I have provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intent was sort of like making time stand still for both of them, and in the busy orchard road, the crowd behind them is blurred by the fast movement, and at that moment, only the couple is fixed, and in that spilt second, time will stand still for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I forgotten much of wad I want to write. My sister was hogging the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to have lots of friends to come and support and help out. I cldnt have made it without their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a post mortem of my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent over $200++&lt;br /&gt;Some of the photos where blur.&lt;br /&gt;I owe ivy and her cousins a treat&lt;br /&gt;I owe them their pay!&lt;br /&gt;I owe weichao some cash too&lt;br /&gt;I owe webhosting money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pay of $270 and allowance of $100 of 2 wks. I'm left with $20+. For 2 wks.&lt;br /&gt;And btw I think I dont have enough money to print out 20 8R photos for my portfoilo submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call this lousy planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to capture the spirit of valentine's day, like why the day is special to you, how did you celebrated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted my photos to be of inspiration to other couples who arnt doing too well in their romance. And hopefully they can rekindle their love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it was a 3/10 for the event. And at the end of the day, people came in groups/pairs and left in groups and pairs. I, well, went alone home to think what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.thevdayproject.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-114000628242039894?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/114000628242039894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=114000628242039894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114000628242039894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/114000628242039894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/02/thevdayprojectcom-2006_15.html' title='thevdayproject.com 2006'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113949672529188620</id><published>2006-02-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:52:05.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make or Break : Season end</title><content type='html'>ABout 50 views since last post. This shows how much people care for me yah. Ohhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in the ENGLISH premier LEAGUE, or known as EPL or otherwise known as england's top division soccer league or otherwise the show on TV ah peks and ah bengs crowd to watch in kopitiams or the soccer fanatics in pubs or the despo as Singapore Pools betting stations staring into the computer screen for aeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I want to say is, in any season of soccer, there is the make or break period of time for any soccer team. In this short period of time, they play more matches then they usually do, and the fixtures are back to back, playing against other teams the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to skip school to be an photographic assistant to a photographer for a corperate shoot. Those CEOs need their photos yah. It starts from 0800 ends at 1700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2200 I'm going to catch Thaipusam preparations. Its an Indian festival, where the faithful pierce their bodies and in act of faith and carry the heavy props over a distance of 3clicks. Event starts from 0000 all the way to 2200 on Sat. WHOLE DAY OF SHOOTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I have 1 test, 2 projects due, 2 presentation, 1 interview,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NExt week end, finally will the course I have enrolled myself. Photojournalism workshop by Objectifs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And horray. 21st of march is my first exam paper. 4-5 (cant remember) paper due. Which means next wk is for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographic competitions deadline.&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Drug Photographic Competition - 17th Feb&lt;br /&gt;“Tampines – My Home” - 19th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Portfoilo Submission for SHOOTING HOME, Objectifs - 20th Feb&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Youth Commonwealth Photo Competition - 5th March&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Young Photographer Award (SYPA) - 15 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to poorer english, this is a maker or breaker, right here right now.&lt;br /&gt;Its my turn to have some faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113949672529188620?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113949672529188620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113949672529188620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113949672529188620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113949672529188620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/02/make-or-break-season-end.html' title='Make or Break : Season end'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113841507675159864</id><published>2006-01-28T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T10:24:36.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 89. Chinese New year!</title><content type='html'>After watching Jet Li's fearless yesterday. I was set thinking on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, Jet Li wanted to be TianJin's No. 1 in martial arts. (Warning lor. Spoiler LOr. Don't blame me if you haven't watched the show. YOUR WOLS!) He wanted to regain his family's honor, and his make his Huo Jia Quan famous. In his conquest of No.1, he killed Master Chin, his last opponent before he is No.1. Master Chin's stepson wanted revenge, and killed Huo Yuan Jia's (Jet li) mother and daughter. YuanJia wanted to fight Master Chin also to seek revenge over his beating up of one of his students. But, the student was punished because he insulted ( In chinese terms means not verbally, but you know something like molesting or wadeva lah) Master Chin's wife. YuanJia fought for the wrong reason, and his family is killed in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wandered around, living in the painful memory of the death of his mother and daugther. (Not before killing the stepson of course). And blah blah blah, cut the story short, he learnt that fighting isnt for being No.1. Wushu should be to strengthed one's mind, body and soul (?). A fight should be a ground to learn to defeat one's greatest enemy, which is oneself. And I dont quite remeber much, but I think the show was very meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this new year, I reckon I need a new beginning to begain with. I have always wanted to take part in photographic competitions, to be the No.1 young photographer out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong. A competition is a ground to gather all the talented photographers to showcase his works. Its not about competiting, but to see the other wonderful photos out there. Even if I win every competition there is, its meaningless. To improve my photography, I shall setup a website, my personal website, and a short column where people can send in their photos and I can help them improve their picture! (To the best I can). I have this skill, and I should help everyone else improve theirs. Its all about sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's biggest enemy is oneself, and to improve my pics as well I shall review them with thought. Not just happy snapping anymore, and lamenting why people won. The path to self discovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much vengence. Too much hate. I guess my aim for this new year, is to make more friends, more happy faces, and less enemies! And less vulgarities to go with the main dish. Always fuck here fuck there also not good right. But seriously I wonder how long can I not mention fuck, considering I am going into the army soon. But nevermind, I shall make the most of it while it last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to all my friends, close or far. I shall be a good boy (men?) this year! Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113841507675159864?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113841507675159864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113841507675159864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113841507675159864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113841507675159864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/01/post-89-chinese-new-year.html' title='Post 89. Chinese New year!'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113786106190553297</id><published>2006-01-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:31:05.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur as that hogdog</title><content type='html'>Just a short update, with a forecast of this year's event for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying out, 5times a week, to get myself ready for the dreaded napfa test. My chest muscles are aching and they arnt airport anymore!!! ::upzz::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm graduating soon, in 1mnths time.. And for the first time in my life, I know what direction I am heading and what to do. A full time photographer!!!! Perhaps I'm heading to TP to study visual com, major in photography.. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the yearly forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is expected to be a lonely season ahead. Its going to be all stormy on valentine's day, children's day, youth's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect heavy showers on later months like december and august. Thats when the festive season starts..again, and the auspicious 03-08-2006. I'm going to spend it in camp, and perhaps its going to be 0% decline in presents as well! ( F.Y.I, last year was Z.e.r.o. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might occasional sunny days, such as vesak day, labour day, national day, where I can go out and do some photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall outlook for 2006, heavy showers and thunderstorms. Remember to bring an umbrella out to shield from the affections for everyone else around, and raincoat is recommended to provide a sense of mystery and solo aura (wtf is that??!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK tts all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weatherboy out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113786106190553297?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113786106190553297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113786106190553297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113786106190553297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113786106190553297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/01/blur-as-that-hogdog.html' title='Blur as that hogdog'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113725006613365403</id><published>2006-01-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:09:49.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never good enough.</title><content type='html'>Never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never tall enough&lt;br /&gt;Never handsome enough&lt;br /&gt;Never fast enough&lt;br /&gt;Never smart enough&lt;br /&gt;Never intellectual enough&lt;br /&gt;Never nice enough&lt;br /&gt;Never polite enough&lt;br /&gt;Never pleasant enough&lt;br /&gt;Never considerate enough&lt;br /&gt;Never mature enough&lt;br /&gt;Never fit enough&lt;br /&gt;Never rich enough&lt;br /&gt;Never cool enough&lt;br /&gt;Never funny enough&lt;br /&gt;Never romantic enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never good enough in photography, in sports, in studies, in exams, in relationships, in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a mountain higher. I never really tried overcoming one, ah heck wtf I wouldnt give a damn. Perhaps for me, why would I wan to climb that mountain. Maybe at the top, you would have seen someone's flag stuck there, and at the far end there are tons of mountains. Higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been me. I laugh it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, am never good enough for myself, for anyone, for this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113725006613365403?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113725006613365403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113725006613365403&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113725006613365403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113725006613365403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2006/01/never-good-enough.html' title='Never good enough.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113586588945753098</id><published>2005-12-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:33:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New year lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"You know, there is more to life then gaming. There is still so much of the real world to see. It was a frightening moment for me when my friend marcus uttered those words before one of our nightly gaming sessions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time screeched to a halt, like someone pressing the pause button in the middle of a Warcraft III battle. Marcus was a gaming lord among my friends, a man who once decleared that he would happily reject sex with a supermodel for a chance to win the World Cyber Games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He loved games filled ninjas. His stage of enlightenment was such that mundane urges like defecation have been overcome, allowing him countless hours in front of a computer "killing: others like him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why give that up for the real world - a unfathomale place filled with mysterious things like fashion and hygiene? It doesnt have save and reload buttons or even respawn points after getting killed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead, it has concepts that have existed in the mists of prehistoric cyber-universe, back when Bill Gates was merely a multi-millionaire. But, alas, one by one, I've seen my friends fall lemming-like to girlfriends and marketing jobs, lost to us forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And-I fear-I too am lost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing up is one of those ugly things any right-thinking person should do their best to avoid. But it creeps on you. Like gollum. I remember a time when all I needed to feel divine was to walk out of Serene Centre with my ugly beige schoolboy shorts bulging with $20 worth of Magic: The Gathering cards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, not even the Xbox 360 could give me geekdom nirvana, if only because I just have to think how many hours I have to slog at work before I can afford such things. Then there is the whole girlfriend issue. When I was but a little geek, girls were incomprehensible entitles that stimulated an equally unfathomable and unreasonable desire to acquire one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the Holy Grail, the quest involved various seemingly insurmountable difficulties, such as my colossal lack of height and a vocabulary that included only football terms and Conan The Barbarian small talk. One would think the emergence of geek chic would ease one's dating troubles, but all it did was prove that cool people can do geek better then geeks themselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, somehow, I found a girlfriend, along with a job and responsiblity (which should bring hope to everyone). And like anyone who has ever chanced upon the fabled chalice, everything changed. Gaming sessions have become sparse as the clique find themselves spending our nights taming our better halves, working in the office or recovering from just plain tiredness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No longer are my conversations dominated by topics like magical gaming gear (also known as The Swords Of Female Repulsion). Instead, talk is about housing loans, future children, mother-in-laws and income tax. And if you think computer games bad, do you know how difficult it is to explain why one would want to arrange a pen-and-paper-role-playing session to a girlfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not possible to explain to the average woman why a group of grown-up men can sit around a table and pretend to be elves and dwarves and fight monsters for imaginary loot without looking like a total dork. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadly, it is impossible to fight time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As boyhood fades, so must friendship built on nights spent trying to get the Warcraft II multiplayer to work on a 28.8kb modem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality is a bad place for a geek to be cast adrift in."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a long one. And clearly it wasnt written by me.&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not attached&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not working&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm language-ly challenged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I typed it out because I can relate it happening to me soon, about the growing up part and not the girlfriend part. Its a nice article in the newpaper, and I want to share it with you guys. Somehow, it takes a gamer to understand how a fellow gamer feels, esp now my computer has been wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my new year in malaysia. And I hate it. Somehow when I spend new years in a foreign land, away from my motherland and friends, I dont remember to make new year wishes or resolutions. And that year usually get bads. Imagine all the happy new year sms-es at midnight, now turned to the tv in front of me, surrounded by little cousins too young to realise the importance of new year celebrations, watching crappy malaysian channels in the hot living room. Then its of to bed. No MSNs, no SMSes, no CALLS, no happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it i really hate it when we have to go over to that country for relative visits. There's really nothing in the god damn boring days to do but just stare into the laptop hopping for it to be somehow connected to cyberspace. You can imagine its worst even before a laptop was bought. At least my sister has some friends there. I have NONE. My fellow same age cousins are already working and too old to play those hide and seek and running around and get scolded shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I wanted to walk around taking pictures, its much too dangerous to just walk around alone, and even a mode of transportation isnt available except small bicycles intended for primary school kids and worn out bicycle left by my late grandma with punctured tyres and top speed of 2m per minute. I cant even ride the motorcycles yah, 1. no license, 2. my parents think I'm not compitent enough to handle one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it going there at the dead end of the year. But I try to hide the dissapointment in my eyes, as I know my dad would be sad not being able to go back to his hometown to visit his brother and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix. Happy New Year my friends. I'm going to have a sucky year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My previous post poll is still on. Leave a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113586588945753098?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113586588945753098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113586588945753098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113586588945753098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113586588945753098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year-lah.html' title='Happy New year lah.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113577653124481423</id><published>2005-12-28T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:57:21.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah - ahha - haha</title><content type='html'>I have to resort to my sis's laptop now.. Arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In advance, happy new year, hari raya haji, chinese new year, good friday, labour day, vesak day, national day, your bdae, hari raya pussa, christmas day, hari raya haji (again?!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked 12clicks yesterday! What a achievement! From 0830 at macritchie reservoir, all the way to HSBC treetop (I wont recommend anyone trying), then lunch then to bukit timah hill 1800++. AND in addition to the day before I went to bukit timah hill too. Now I can imagine the 72click road march. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your reading this thanks to you for making it possible! Thankyou very much haha..the golf course was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....a poll for all of my dear friends! (dun worry if u dun know if u are one, cos if your reading this your already automatically drafted into the gd friends list. Mind you the list isnt very long you know so be glad! =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I should use my 2 payouts ( around $600+) to&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a gift for a friend (whois desperately in need of it, and yes it cost $600+)&lt;br /&gt;2. Go for 2 objectif courses (&lt;a href="http://www.objectifs.com.sg"&gt;www.objectifs.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; if you dont know. Its the photojournalism and shooting home courses. Its my dream to get in to shooting home!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Go a short travel before enlistment.&lt;br /&gt;4. Or buy a PSP!!!!! ( I just saw a brand new white psp package with 1GB stick for just $499!! sure come in handy in NS LOR!!! Shit man....so gian... =O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you my dear friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113577653124481423?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113577653124481423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113577653124481423&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113577653124481423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113577653124481423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/12/blah-ahha-haha.html' title='Blah - ahha - haha'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113534518363103747</id><published>2005-12-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:39:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>This the season to be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala la la la. La La La La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the festive season again! And the year is going to end on a sour note.. How sad. Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Somehow, the year started on a horrible bang. I was single again! What dang it was.&lt;br /&gt;-Then it was new year, 2005, and I wasnt invited to any party or mahjong or stay overs. (not that I have been usually, but I can remember I was invited to one Last year)&lt;br /&gt;-Then it was chinese new year, and it was record low in the stock markets! I recieved the lowest ever red packets. (not that i'm money face, but somehow it all pieces together to a year of shit)&lt;br /&gt;-Then it was a boring year, I cant seem to recount on anything gd happening to me somehow. My attempt at meeting old friends resulted in meeting only 1, and I got to be a clown for her and her friend!&lt;br /&gt;-I remember for my 19th birthday, I dont recount any presents or party for me. Not even any of my friends even ask me out to celebrate! And I thought bdae was a big deal. Bull-shit.&lt;br /&gt;-And now, for this christmas, No party or anything! OK I was invited to one, but I dont really think it counts because I had to rush there after work, and reaching there almost when they where about to go home isnt the best party. And somehow, going into a living room full of alcohol smell isnt really a turn on. And I also dont really count a party with a 6 guys with a girl. Even LOTR on tv was a much need turn on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense some of you saying what a moron I am. Complaining about not invited to a party and when invited to one, still can critise it. Well, after my explaining above, if you all still can enjoy if u where in my shoes, then jolly gd for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And I doubt there's going to be any new year plan for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;-And as if things couldnt get worst, my graphic card just fizzled out on me, and I cant play my warcraft 3 with crashing my computer!!! Geez fuck.&lt;br /&gt;-And it really turn holy shit when I wanted to install a game via cd, my DVD-CD driver gave up on me as well! Cant even detect the drive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isnt a happy holiday season for nothing! Judging by how things are going, I wouldnt count on a great next year. Going into NS? I'm giving up hope on everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bitch when you hope for the best. zZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas you filty animal. And a happy new year. (From home alone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113534518363103747?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113534518363103747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113534518363103747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113534518363103747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113534518363103747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas!!'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113508995365885064</id><published>2005-12-20T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:45:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg LOW IQ</title><content type='html'>OK. Perhaps 1 main reason why I havnt recieved an army letter is because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it. Low IQ. And I thought someone said (alot of people said) Commandoes all braws no brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps another reason is my high myopia degree. But only 350 both nia. Bo ko leng leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz. My friends all commando or officer. Its hard to expect myself to be a INFANTRY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz. I CANT BELIEVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to spend my 2 years doing shit vocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the honor and glory days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113508995365885064?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113508995365885064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113508995365885064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113508995365885064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113508995365885064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/12/omg-low-iq.html' title='Omg LOW IQ'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113483397206497683</id><published>2005-12-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:39:32.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy(me) Just Dont Get it</title><content type='html'>No matter how hard I try, there are just somethings I cant get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of my friends got chosen for commandos interview seh. And some of them isnt even interested. It just seems that the harder I try ( and say) I wan to get into the commandos, someone up there (or down) just wldnt let me. zZz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why everyone says commandos are a bunch of brawns and no brains? Its like so shit lor for **** sake. No other unit trains as hard (or harder) then them, and isnt on the first on the fronts lines. And all these cant even get some decent respect? zzz/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short update, was working at expo, and I also cant seem to understand why City Harvest (wo0t holy) can attract so much happy goers. And some how, after my some what casual observation, they all seem to have the same aura around them. Its kinda scary. To me, of course, they some how dress alike (same dress sense), and they walk alike, have the errie stare in their eyes, they have the baggy eyes, pale skin. Young and sucked of their essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this just my personal stand point, and I still respect them as a religion, but perhaps my somehow limited knowledge of their operations (saying this to protect myself in any case,) cannot really truly judge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing 30 thousand of them in 3 sessions is really a sight to behold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113483397206497683?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113483397206497683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113483397206497683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113483397206497683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113483397206497683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/12/boyme-just-dont-get-it.html' title='The Boy(me) Just Dont Get it'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113443229245324585</id><published>2005-12-13T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:04:52.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>1. kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate $$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113443229245324585?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113443229245324585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113443229245324585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113443229245324585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113443229245324585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113414197287755117</id><published>2005-12-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:26:12.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d-s-a-e-w-q</title><content type='html'>if only everything like the above is so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things seem so near, but actually its so far. You dream for the best for yourself, however, it was never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again I've wished not to fall into this trap. I am too weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pes A for medical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do your peers think National Service is a waste of time?" - Strongly agree&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think National Service is a waste of time?" - Strongly disagree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing for the commando's letter to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in my 2yrs, I can find honour and glory to occupy my heart. To make it stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather then love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113414197287755117?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113414197287755117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113414197287755117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113414197287755117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113414197287755117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/12/d-s-e-w-q.html' title='d-s-a-e-w-q'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113370729785638160</id><published>2005-12-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:41:37.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>Coming to recall, I have not met anyone who hasnt had the same relationship till now, since the beginning when I know that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weichao, on off 2 yrs, now single.&lt;br /&gt;Yaomin, on off for as long as I know him, currently unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Ck, 2yrs, now single.&lt;br /&gt;Junren, 2yrs +, now single.&lt;br /&gt;Sam, 2yrs +, now attached with another person.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, 2yrs ?, heard on the verge of singlehood.&lt;br /&gt;Pangchune, 1yr, single.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, ???, attached but I knw he changed 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;My female cousin, about the same.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, ???, single (no comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've forgotten some. Even I didnt last out. Whats there to be said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not lonely, I'm enjoying singlehood, and laughing at those who say their in love right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113370729785638160?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113370729785638160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113370729785638160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113370729785638160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113370729785638160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/12/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113344599564146908</id><published>2005-12-01T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:06:35.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Aids Day</title><content type='html'>If you got $38...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go scare yourself. Get an aids test done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting isnt it. You know what you have done before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I didnt..But it turned out positive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it today at your nearest GPs, Polyclinics and hospitals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113344599564146908?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113344599564146908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113344599564146908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113344599564146908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113344599564146908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World Aids Day'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113292764822946514</id><published>2005-11-25T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:07:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s t r e s s</title><content type='html'>@$%!#$!##%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I wasted your time reading this.&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;I've wasted mine already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113292764822946514?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113292764822946514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113292764822946514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113292764822946514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113292764822946514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/11/s-t-r-e-s-s.html' title='s t r e s s'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113236907947405608</id><published>2005-11-19T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T10:57:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Had a dinner with my long lost (not that lost) secondary sch friend. Very insightful, and although kenna suan about my poor language abilities, still it was still fun dinner, with her college jo as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will admit it is a total failure to impress thou. Somehow I just cant stop being a 15yr old at heart, and not that impressive you know, like I'm not quite sure about footing the bill -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things to be reflected on, and regarding the previous post as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that no matter how much I choose to close myself to the world, I cant. All these friends that I have now are friends I have met through much joking and crapping, they're here because of my wacky behaviour. And true to say, being wacky is my nature. A leopard cant change its skin ( in direct translation, laugh all you want! ), so I understood that it would not be right to change my nature, to change me to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps what I will change is my attitude to others. IF you guys havnt know I have the fuck you attitude if I dont quite like you bullshit. This few days I was sick as well, doesnt have much energy to go pissing around for nothing, and I find, being nice sure beats being grumpy ( energy consuming. we need to save energy ). Lets strive for a better world to live in =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about my photos, somehow I cant believe someone will compare me to someone else who isnt a professional and say my photos sucks. Yes I know my photos isnt the best, and I know I a level lower then most photographers out there, but hearing someone saying in your face that your 3rd class really deals a blow. My PHOTOS LACK DIRECTION! Doesnt tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to kick start my career in photography. Better now then never. Never too late to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do volunteer service, hopefully with the association for the blind or some other handicap association. To boost my confidence in taking portraits, improve my skill, and return some good to the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must prove my worth, develop my style, find my identity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113236907947405608?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113236907947405608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113236907947405608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113163338080033716</id><published>2005-11-10T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:40:08.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a chain of events, I have decided that I talk too much for the past 19 yrs, shown too much emotions, fucked (verbally) too much people, made too much enemies, made too few friends, still single at this time, and accomplished nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the cheerful chongyew, the funny chongyew, the crappy chongyew, the dreadful chongyew, the disgusting chongyew, the evil chongyew, the big ego chongyew, the super confident chongyew, the I dun give a fuck about you chongyew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these is to change. From now on no one will remember who is chongyew. His standing in the background when there is group pictures taken. His keeping quiet in the meeting. He never attends any social functions. He never answers any telephone. He never replies on msn. Do you know who's chongyew? No never heard of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to destroy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Becoming transparent in any forms of communication.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be emotionless. Dont smile laugh fret angry.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use of one liners. (if there is a need to converse)&lt;br /&gt;4. Dont talk.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stake out at a place of my own alone when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;6. Minimise contact with people.&lt;br /&gt;7. Refuse gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will make me = cold, selfish, emotionless, ignored, discarded, invisible.&lt;br /&gt;No hate, no love, no friends, no enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me on the streets. I will faint smile and walk on.&lt;br /&gt;You will never know my opinions of you. Whether like or dislike, love or hate, all you get is a winter cold front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me for an opinion, I will say none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, there will be conflicts. There will be opinions. But none will make it out. No one will know. Its all hidden under my expressionless face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will remember who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years, I will emerge when I am ready to make a new world for myself. Perhaps then, all the people I know would have left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong yew as you have know, is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(comments will be removed from now on.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113163338080033716?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113163338080033716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113163338080033716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113163338080033716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113163338080033716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-chain-of-events-i-have-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113146560510635528</id><published>2005-11-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:00:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy old man</title><content type='html'>Hey man. I think I have let the world off leniently for the pats few weeks. There hasnt been much cursing and swearing for quite a while I believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh whats happening to me. Btw I have no dates this weekend, so mei an you get to see my empty spirit at esplanade if your there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short update. My club is in the dumps, I'm devoting more of my time to it to try to rebuild it. Sch's started, much more harder modules, so I'm tied down once again. No shooting planned for weekends to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more month to my long awaited medical. I better start training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stress becomes e=mc² its time to FUCK SOMEBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(grrr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113146560510635528?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113146560510635528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113146560510635528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113146560510635528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113146560510635528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/11/grumpy-old-man.html' title='Grumpy old man'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113126032975590108</id><published>2005-11-06T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:58:49.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would have killed you if I had the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113126032975590108?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113126032975590108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113126032975590108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113126032975590108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113126032975590108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-would-have-killed-you-if-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113111104190935512</id><published>2005-11-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:30:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The guessing game</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Free this wkend? Wanna go catch a movie, we can have dinner, I know this great place for desserts. And if we have time, maybe we can chill at the esplanade roof terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh whoa! K...Tat's something i wld do with my girlfriend in holidays at least once... But from a guy.......             U askin me on a date....is tat wat it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Which ever it is your comfortable with. I guess whats impt is we're comfortable when we're out. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her :&lt;/strong&gt; Very neutral ans... Want to be on e safe side huh? But hey how am i suppose to knw how do u classify it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... Haha for me i guess whats impt is meeting and spending time with you. So yah its a date. c=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her :&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmmok.... Thankx for tellin it upfront.....(rest of the sms is not impt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. There's my date for next wk! I dun like mind games, but you still need use your brain ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113111104190935512?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113111104190935512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113111104190935512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113111104190935512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113111104190935512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/11/guessing-game.html' title='The guessing game'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113063800908669445</id><published>2005-10-30T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T10:06:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4535/376/1600/yew_web.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4535/376/400/yew_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a old picture of me. Haha comically styled hairstyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113063800908669445?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113063800908669445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113063800908669445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113063800908669445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113063800908669445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/10/me.html' title='Me.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113049703147876438</id><published>2005-10-28T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:57:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old values?</title><content type='html'>Old values no longer have a place in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship, loyalthy, love, respect, and so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the new values people live by? Lies and deceit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I to die with them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113049703147876438?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113049703147876438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113049703147876438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113049703147876438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113049703147876438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/10/old-values.html' title='Old values?'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-113022806218175827</id><published>2005-10-25T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:14:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Community Service Trip</title><content type='html'>Here are the updates from my trip! I've chosen to cut it short by just posting pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2762_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 0100..And I'm still packing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only slept at 0200+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2767_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about to depart, team susan lanka @ departure gate 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2771_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very sunny you know. First light in Sri Lanka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2770_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Lankan Airlines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2775_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already in the van...It has been 2hrs since we set off to our destination, Galle town, where we will stay for 2wks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2793_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in the van...Somewhere....Fancy sitting in a chair the size just bigger then your butt in the same position for 6hrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2787_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A welcomed breather! We stopped at this place where 1500 ppl died when the tsunami came. It has since become a tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2784_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2797_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! We have reached...by the way, its a house with a fake door infront. The real door's at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_2800_blog.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First family dinner! Only salty fired rice thou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-113022806218175827?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/113022806218175827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=113022806218175827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113022806218175827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/113022806218175827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/10/community-service-trip.html' title='The Community Service Trip'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112990604804059117</id><published>2005-10-21T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:47:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different clicks</title><content type='html'>I wander further from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group went to zouk today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old class had a class gathering while I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to this. Is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on the grey shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112990604804059117?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112990604804059117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112990604804059117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112990604804059117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112990604804059117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/10/different-clicks.html' title='Different clicks'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112964914454031581</id><published>2005-10-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:25:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey! I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to blog. Slept till 12pm today, need to chill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now processing pics, tml have to chiong to FYP again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hols T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll slowly update sri lanka on my blog. Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad leh I left no one left any well wishes on my blog. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112964914454031581?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112964914454031581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112964914454031581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112964914454031581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112964914454031581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/10/honey-im-backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.html' title='Honey! I&apos;M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112835882422519118</id><published>2005-10-04T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:00:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Srilanka - 4th to 17th</title><content type='html'>bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you all. by hook or by crook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get back in a piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112835882422519118?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112835882422519118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112835882422519118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112835882422519118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112835882422519118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/10/srilanka-4th-to-17th.html' title='Srilanka - 4th to 17th'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112739726606486162</id><published>2005-09-22T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T09:19:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>You start to concentrate casting The wall of silence.&lt;br /&gt;You finish casting The wall of silence on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stays here, until the day I leave for srilanka. Its Oct 3rd btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112739726606486162?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112739726606486162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112739726606486162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112739726606486162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112739726606486162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/09/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112731311731432950</id><published>2005-09-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:31:57.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshit</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam time no time to blog. Here's a short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am beginning to dislike you, not that it matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hate level = 999!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Studying level = God like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Praying level = Lemme ask you smt, when u left 2hrs to study 16wks stuff do you pray??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to get for srilanka :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teva sandals&lt;br /&gt;First aid kit&lt;br /&gt;Oakley Sunglasses ( if can )&lt;br /&gt;2.5" 40gb Hdd&lt;br /&gt;Shorts&lt;br /&gt;$400.&lt;br /&gt;$50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Its FUCKING SIAN and i am FUCKING DISTURBED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112731311731432950?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112731311731432950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112731311731432950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112731311731432950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112731311731432950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/09/bullshit.html' title='bullshit'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112693827819944494</id><published>2005-09-17T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T14:24:38.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain drops keep failing on my head~</title><content type='html'>hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going out soon, and because someone request i'm here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish my test yesterday, wad a panick. I may have failed the test, but passed tt module! Horray! I continue to amuse myself of cramming at last minute to produce results of 2days or cramming. o.0~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this thing about rain, gd or bad ? You decide youself bah&lt;br /&gt;Thursday went to sch (finally) to collect stuff from my friend, hoping to use it for srilanka, only for him to say he wants it back on sunday (well done). Anyway, I went to sch with the intent of sending her home (yupz). So after slacking in club with a long chat with club mates, went to dover to wait for her. Haha didnt wait long, and so easy to identify her from far (was it me only?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap...so went to JE, alighted, she went to takeaway food home. Then when we where about to leave the hawker JUST NICE it rained. Was quite heavy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wow heaven so nice to me suddenly summoned thunderstorm so tt we can share one umbrella...." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you hor it was the first time I was sendin her home k. I mean..how coincidental can it be.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining too this morning. Bout 3am. And sometimes, when its rainy, you'll wish some one was there beside you, wif some warmth and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I think I'm going to lose my regular audience. *grasps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112693827819944494?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112693827819944494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112693827819944494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112693827819944494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112693827819944494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/09/rain-drops-keep-failing-on-my-head.html' title='Rain drops keep failing on my head~'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112674523903128842</id><published>2005-09-15T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:49:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>Havnt been blogging much lately. Havnt had the drive, havnt went to sch, my days were spent holed up at home with my pc and new keyboards n mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been forced to review my purpose in blogging, cos yesterday someone asked me to(blog_), and while I was waiting for this page to load I was flipping thru my mind instantly, why am I doing this? Even my dad ask me why....(he saw the lawsuits on 2 male bloggers posting sensitive racist remarks. Makes me wanna stop talking about that cos you never know when some farky ass little people of the world might just find your blog and give them to viva la authority de singapour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the end of that fullstop(above sentence) I have already know the answer to the question. D a r n myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Pigging(thanks sweetie) at home, there isnt much to hate in the outside world. So thankfuly, NO HATE in this entry(do I hear rejoice.) But sadly, my blog actually revolved around my hate for people around me and the need to release myself in this pathetic cyberspace. Maybe its time for a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.-&gt; to Ada, if your reading this, thanks for visiting my gallery! Your email happen to hit me at an rather unfortunate timing (I was gaming.) So I didnt summon enough zen to reply you hehehe. According to me, you must reach the perfect equilibrium and complete serentity to reply emails. Once sent there isnt anyway your going to get it back. (thou and behold! If you happen to get my emails save it and treasure its one in a 1000000.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to ada-&gt; when are our pay coming along! we need money badly to fund our trip to sri lanka~ and when is our bbq! not that I'm looking forward to that as well. Blah no point talking about old stuff. Pick up the hints along my past entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Ya its true I guess I express myself better with my photos. BnW especially. &lt;em&gt;(opens email to refer to ada's mail cos old man really forgot what to say..) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! No problem to teaching la, wont charge either I'm still novice anyway. I'll be happy to spread the joys of photography around! (Eeyer! so nobel leh....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the part of opening up, perhaps I shall work on it. &lt;strong&gt;Anyone out there can let me open myself and pour my disgusting monkey stomach, slimy intestines, darkened bladder on you?&lt;/strong&gt; Haha I guess there aint much people in the world who can accept the hideous sinister monkey demon. (My sec sch friends used to refer me as monkey god in the folklore Journey To The West. But erm...I old liao and nasty liao and my climbing tree technique also going 0% so demon more like it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that special someone, really sorry didnt acc you yesterdae, I hope you'll give me a 2nd (actually 3rd) chance~ I really pig wor, stuck at home liao really cannot go out!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need motivation, would you be mine =PpP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to 18days to sri lanka. Maybe I can let the tamil tigers kidnap me, I make friends with them, take pictures, and increase my potfoilo! ai seh, my parents will kill me even if the tigers dun ';....;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Waiting for my pay $400.&lt;br /&gt;2.Waiting for my medcial + 4 immunisation japs&lt;br /&gt;3.Waiting for my lens&lt;br /&gt;4.Waiting for 1st Oct (bonding time with my team to sri lanka)&lt;br /&gt;5.Waiting for..you to reply me ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112674523903128842?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112674523903128842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112674523903128842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112674523903128842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112674523903128842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/09/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112645220878123935</id><published>2005-09-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:25:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday=slacking</title><content type='html'>heh.. dunno wad to blog leh..&lt;br /&gt;today slack whole day so sianz~ so relaxing.. i feel tat i am adapting to the pigs lifestyle.. haha~&lt;br /&gt;eat slack, eat slack, wonder when is my turn to be chopped into pieces *just like the orchard case* omg~&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i tink woman wif long wavy black hair is SeXy~ =pPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha very attentive readers will know this isnt written by me, much less my evil twin, so yes if you havnt know THIS (which is the one on top) isnt written by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I say, this mysterious blogger hasnt got long hair, yah long wavy black hair is sexy, but your two tails are much more cute and sexy as well =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something for ü,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first added u on msn, really didnt expected to keep chatting with u! Haha seems like cant stop right now can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This surely beats the testimonal on friendster :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your so fun to talk to, full of surprises haha. And so sporty as well. You probably can beat me in bball as well =x.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to see you online, then all those funny emoticons. Cant wait to msg you, to make your hp bill go kaboom! (ops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this short, cos I dun know you well to say much (unlike those friend on friendster so fake right, just add only never even talk to each other can say tons of crap in testimonal.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan to know you better! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. I'm starting to wonder if people know I am bloggin this. hmm. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112645220878123935?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112645220878123935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112645220878123935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112645220878123935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112645220878123935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/09/sundayslacking.html' title='sunday=slacking'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112614406646570256</id><published>2005-09-08T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:10:16.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what?</title><content type='html'>This is the third time i deleted and retyped the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up flicker minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, all i learn is to STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU say all you wan. Fuck off after that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112614406646570256?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112614406646570256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112614406646570256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112614406646570256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112614406646570256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-know-what.html' title='You know what?'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112596786839957321</id><published>2005-09-06T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T08:51:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little people of the world unite</title><content type='html'>Sorry havnt been posting lately. Was working at the comex show for 4 days, now this week I have a couple more projects due too, I'm pretty busy for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short post here, I'm alright thou and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, regards to the title, there is much explaining to do, but I dun have the effort to type it out here. All you need to know, is that there are pretty much of these guys in singapore, you might just find one beside you as a friend or round the corner, or even better still, just round that thread in a particular forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, doesnt really matter i flame you here on my blog, but YOUR record speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the mind games begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112596786839957321?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112596786839957321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112596786839957321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112596786839957321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112596786839957321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-people-of-world-unite.html' title='Little people of the world unite'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112559279289427549</id><published>2005-09-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:52:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comex once again</title><content type='html'>Its gd to see the old faces, yet the new faces give me a uneasyness (correct speeling?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloogin at this titme is a whore, can be seen by the mistakes i make here, i trinh to tpre properly. tml still habve fyp at 8 am, then work till 2200 houtse ahain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time was so lookinh forward to working with canon. Now all gone liao so sad. Just no motibation. arg wtf i typing now sia. sarbuck hang oer just so powerful man at 0100 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggin with m eyes closed, btw bblind man won the superstar. hoorat at lwast sp no braggin right s liao fags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck la i go slp liao cb lse tml work shit ll print out kns one zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a gaf y is there u n me. it there is god he hates me to plauing this hoke on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts it i cmi it liao qwefdsagfdgha fgreqrgfayjtwjsgfbsfje&lt;br /&gt;afdgeoluirehvfdna dlgkfdamg;kefmad&lt;br /&gt;flunf;doiaghjuqnewjbaFD;GJKNFADG&lt;br /&gt;AIHfuiherjk;aerfijgkj;adfjgndgdgaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112559279289427549?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112559279289427549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112559279289427549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112559279289427549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112559279289427549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/09/comex-once-again.html' title='Comex once again'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112549573780777893</id><published>2005-08-31T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:42:17.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>ok its been 2k viewership must update once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As times goes by I am more certain of my dream. To be a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention this but as I shoot I forget all my sorrows and have no more worries for tml. Its just pure enjoyment to see how my photo turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...Its just a joy to talk to you... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112549573780777893?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112549573780777893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112549573780777893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112549573780777893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112549573780777893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_31.html' title='---'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112498489951113783</id><published>2005-08-25T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:48:19.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh new breath of air</title><content type='html'>Hi.  Anyway people say I always blog the same thing so lets change it shall me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate level = zero today. Its was quite pleasant today. At least I passed my stats test today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday saw a super duper cute girl on sp sports complex! Really can go gaga over her! I shall always remember the soft tone of her voice, waving her petite hands, those bleaming eyes saying to me, &lt;em&gt;"Bye Bye~".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man my jaw was dropping down and I can be like a dog playing and taggin along if wont for her aunt there. I'm sure she will become a great lady someday. All the best for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112498489951113783?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112498489951113783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112498489951113783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112498489951113783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112498489951113783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/fresh-new-breath-of-air.html' title='A fresh new breath of air'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112472162453124803</id><published>2005-08-22T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:41:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No way you know anything about me..</title><content type='html'>If I dont blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just sickening to blog nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112472162453124803?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112472162453124803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112472162453124803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112472162453124803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112472162453124803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-way-you-know-anything-about-me.html' title='No way you know anything about me..'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112455734991830242</id><published>2005-08-21T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:02:29.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gd nite</title><content type='html'>Alright folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more blogs tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 in a day is higher then the recommended dosage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.......nvm. /GOne.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112455734991830242?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112455734991830242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112455734991830242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112455734991830242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112455734991830242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/gd-nite.html' title='Gd nite'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112451049993913200</id><published>2005-08-20T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T12:01:39.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>i think i just shaved my lips. skinless on top man! feel like being in a cold n dry country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go try, its fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112451049993913200?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112451049993913200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112451049993913200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112451049993913200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112451049993913200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112450907281549145</id><published>2005-08-20T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T11:37:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>This post dedicated to a norm yeah. So read carefully if you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My previous post wasnt talking about you yeah. Dun get so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wonder who you are, but if I know its killing all the fun isnt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thanks for staying here and read. I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm actually I only have 4 things to say in the end. So its morning and I havnt had breakfast yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when you say smt, people have the wrong message most of the time. If only I had the skill and level to shoot a picture to express what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112450907281549145?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112450907281549145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112450907281549145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112450907281549145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112450907281549145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112436881974820406</id><published>2005-08-18T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:40:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What fuck?</title><content type='html'>Hi. If you dun want to waste your time dun read. If you are interested to find out what I type here you can always msg me in MSN and I will give you the answer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh I Oright la hor How ar you ah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I swear it is your decision to stay here and read and you can always fucking click that RED CROSS at the TOP RIGHT HAND CORNER if you feel like I am making you boiling with adreline. One last word. FUCK OFF NOW and I FUCKING SAID IT. Nabei I make sound like a disclaimer. IT KNNBCCB IS DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am wasting your fucking time, dun even be a cheebye and switch to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to be public nme no.1 I will. But I think I already am, if not why fucking hell so many people call me son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmd I dun wan to say la hor, cb later tucker come shoot me in my house, but you dun come here and any cb shoot lor. For hell sake you wanna give advice can use a fucking better tone? Use some indian accent if you can. Ops thats not an advice you gave. Its a Fucking wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn dulan leh hor. No la ok la. Its TRUE. I AM bitching. Fucking knnccb Cant I even be a fag in my own blog. Thats why I hate men(all the birds and pussy). They judge too much. They speak too much. Then after I type this, some ccb say ok lor, dun care la let you bloody rot to death. YOu see the stinky dilema? No. Everyone start cursing and swearing man, This gy cy damn fucked up. Dat cb even shoot us! Fuck him man, strip him down and slap his pussy. Throw him in the fuggin cold river and let his nipples freeze and chink them off! Rip his skin from his skin! Oh boy doesnt the hatred exist in you my &lt;em&gt;friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder your pet is your best friend. He doesnt talk back, all he do is listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya enough lah. Damn fucking sian man. Here's something till the next long time I'm going to lj blog. Dunnoe why, I deleted what I type, cos its going to be so fucking obvious to that person. Then he/she will come shoot me yyet again. So I change to something to summarise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just remembered tucker use the word puny. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am weak minded fool. Too easy get cheated sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats it for a long time. I think I'm off finding another medium to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya forget the hate level. Now is multiple target liao right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000009 = current level. Fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112436881974820406?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112436881974820406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112436881974820406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112436881974820406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112436881974820406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-fuck.html' title='What fuck?'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112428968289235125</id><published>2005-08-17T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:08:28.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ppl win and Ppl Lose And I hate people.</title><content type='html'>Today superstar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blind guy didnt win. You can SEE the dissapointment in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nus guy won. You can see his "Yes I did it" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i have mixed feelings. That blind guy cant dance, how can he be superstar? I dont like that nus guy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABout my previous entry, it just hit me on my way home. Emotions = weak. That is where you be gunned down. Let my heart be as cold as ice, as solid as stone. Be merciless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf did I learnt this from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry double post today. I am a bitch, and I feel like one today.&lt;br /&gt;Olright, after viewing my friends blog, I really should envy her for all her friends to wish her HBD. Just look at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Human = not a singlarity. We cannot exist alone. There is a need to feed our emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just pathetic. After reading another blog (female btw), I feel like, I'm non existent on this world! OMFG. Ok thats it. I'm so fucking done here. Why do I feel like I sound like a whinning kid! OMFG. Must be the panadol. Lemme go get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, its just me and my camera. No more no less. I really hate humans, the interpersonal feel, the world, and if there is god, Hi. I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112428968289235125?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112428968289235125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112428968289235125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112428968289235125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112428968289235125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/ppl-win-and-ppl-lose-and-i-hate-people.html' title='Ppl win and Ppl Lose And I hate people.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112403117817392273</id><published>2005-08-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:52:58.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will I do in the event</title><content type='html'>The day will come when she has a new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day will come when it means the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day will come when...I shld let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day will come, and what action will I take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I wished it will never happen, but its not up to me isnt it. I read something elsewhere, where those ppl who moved on are the ones who are better off. But eh, the problem is I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up eh. You know, its &lt;em&gt;everyday. &lt;/em&gt;Not once per week or the next time I see her. ITS everyday. Woah. I wonder will anyone consider me a pyshco or smt. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I never wished for anything on my bdae. Nor did I recieve anything, presents or stuff. I had to fucking threat myself, aint that pathetic leh. I wonder how many more lonely "special" days to come about. Till, 30? 40?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I dont get mushy or anything. But I am really long for the time that was spent. You probably heard this a million times, but HOw I wish I could turn back time, a second chance. But I wldnt think I would have the slightest possibility. Maybe she already has negative comments about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last words, My heart is going .&lt;br /&gt;                                                     .&lt;br /&gt;                                                     .&lt;br /&gt;                                                     .&lt;br /&gt;                                                     .&lt;br /&gt;                                                     .&lt;br /&gt;                                                     down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112403117817392273?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112403117817392273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112403117817392273&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112403117817392273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112403117817392273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-will-i-do-in-event.html' title='What will I do in the event'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112378247508004351</id><published>2005-08-12T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T01:47:55.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Msgs I want to keep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I dun have time for e forum, i am always buzzing with fyp. thats why i always remind you all to keep me update becos i dun wan to be like other alumni that kinda lost contact. Anyway if i got time i will read e forum but i wont comment on the pictures anymore, since none really appreciates my "i like it" praises. Nevermind, Regarding e dinner, its too late, my mum already cooked. So enjoy you all. Happy national day. Happy shooting, Hate level = 0. I am not angry, just a lil disappointed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are things always so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate level = 1. (There is bound to have at least abit of hate. I am an angry youth remember.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112378247508004351?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112378247508004351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112378247508004351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112378247508004351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112378247508004351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/msgs-i-want-to-keep.html' title='Msgs I want to keep.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11612734.post-112342701829268451</id><published>2005-08-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:09:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to BLog.</title><content type='html'>No time to blog! Some of ya must be waiting to see how I described the fugged outing on sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAVE I BECOME XIAXUE? OMG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..Nah its over and I aint pissing no more, editing of photos can release Stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit my gallery, got a couple of new photos like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_1477_web.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot over yesterday, SDSC track n field meet. Featuring disabled wheel chair cyclist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/_MG_1425_web.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot over esplanade, it was an exhibited work. This was the rare time I shot alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyp.sym18.com"&gt;www.cyp.sym18.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11612734-112342701829268451?l=thatblueturtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/112342701829268451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11612734&amp;postID=112342701829268451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112342701829268451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11612734/posts/default/112342701829268451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatblueturtle.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-time-to-blog.html' title='No time to BLog.'/><author><name>the blue turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08525645451199138204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/chongy/blueturtle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
