<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447</id><updated>2009-03-20T19:41:23.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Ranting</title><subtitle type='html'>meaningless words that describes life in general. a place of my own to blow off steam after a dreadful day. or not. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114511611050559399</id><published>2006-04-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:48:30.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok it's been decided. A new blog has been set-up so just ask me for the new blog address when you see me or if you catch me on MSN. Thanks for your support, guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114511611050559399?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114511611050559399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114511611050559399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114511611050559399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114511611050559399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-its-been-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114432299590798770</id><published>2006-04-06T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:29:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;table width="300" border="10" bordercolor="#0066FF" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="300" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="30"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/linkprofile03.php?quizname=060406070651-296294" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Take My Quiz&lt;BR&gt;- on -&lt;BR&gt;QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I do when I'm bored. Thanks to Mel and &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; quiz before this. Keith, I'm expecting you to do this so you don't have to buy me dinner any longer yeah? :P And to anyone else who's interested, even if you don't know me very well. You will after this, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my assignments. Ta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114432299590798770?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114432299590798770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114432299590798770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114432299590798770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114432299590798770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/04/take-my-quiz-on-quizyourfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114400427762700188</id><published>2006-04-03T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:57:57.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past two weeks summed up in a paragraph... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essay on Neo-Confucianism in Korea, presentation the very next week, chapter summary on Interracial Friendships, interviewing Mia Palencia and Paula Malai Ali all on the same day, staying awake for a gruelling 38 hours straight with the most part spent on editing our documentary, Ying's puppy got hit by a car and died obviously, learning that my dad has given up smoking and drinking, and finally, retail therapy with Mel at the end of an extremely busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be catching up on my sleep but as usual, it doesn't come easily. With all the assignments being dealt with I figured I could have a good night's sleep tonight but unfortunately, something had to happen so I'm here blogging and letting you guys know I'm still alive. Also, I'm having a constant battle with my inner demons and considering alot of things right now so bear with me for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be blogging till I've got everything settled and finalized but who knows? This might actually be the very last post. I'm actually thinking of moving on to a new site but don't worry I'll inform those that matter if and when that happens. This site has served its purpose and I just don't feel comfortable showing the vulnerable side of me anymore. There're so many things going on in my life now that I'm just very hesitant to let it all out like I used to. Friends that I keep in touch with via this blog are mostly back in KL and to those that are still away, don't worry. This won't be the last of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to conclude, a picture of my group members and I with Paula Malai Ali after the interview. We actually interviewed her while she was getting her hair done but she still managed to concentrate on the questions we were firing at her. She's really such a remarkable woman. And Mia Palencia's a sweetheart. We actually took a picture with her as well but somehow it didn't appear in the camera.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/103_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/103_0857.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114400427762700188?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114400427762700188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114400427762700188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114400427762700188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114400427762700188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/04/past-two-weeks-summed-up-in-paragraph.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114293872358749936</id><published>2006-03-21T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:58:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This guy scared the daylights out of me just now. I was alone, as usual, walking towards my car when I sensed someone following me. I didn't dare turn my head to look neither did I dare run so I quickly took out my keys so I could at least be prepared to poke him in the eye in the event that he did grab me. Only when I unlocked my car did I notice him, and he was fast approaching. I nearly screamed but I controlled myself and locked the doors once I got into the car. And the idiot had the nerve to come right up to my car and place his face right by my window. Of course in his hand was a watch which he was banging on the window with trying to convince me to at least take a look. I drove off as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time I had such an encounter. The first time was in Ikea's parking lot and I had just placed my purchases in the boot. Thank God there were people nearby that time so he walked away after I declined. This afternoon, I was all alone and no one was entering or leaving the parking lot. And I felt violated somehow but I couldn't do anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All precautions had already been taken and it was just a matter of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one he approached today in that parking lot so a word of advice, girls. Be extra cautious of your surroundings at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114293872358749936?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114293872358749936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114293872358749936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114293872358749936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114293872358749936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-guy-scared-daylights-out-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114291324598805142</id><published>2006-03-21T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:54:06.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to a certain someone, I now have wireless access at home. That only means I'll have less human contact since I'm now holed up in my room. I hardly see my brother or my cousin anyway since they're both constantly out having a social life but that's beside the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm so dependant on the Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114291324598805142?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114291324598805142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114291324598805142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114291324598805142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114291324598805142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/03/thanks-to-certain-someone-i-now-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114278217206551022</id><published>2006-03-19T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:52:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiesto spinning for a full 5 hours is worth my RM65 but I was pretty disappointed with the whole setup last night. There was the usual fireworks display and some dragon dance troupe doing God knows what on stage but I just felt very unsatisfied. I guess I just expected more after all that hype in the media.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it was a good night out. Adeline and I were very pleased when this hot guy suddenly appeared in front of us and started doing his thing. I couldn't help but stare at him the entire time, he was that gorgeous. Fortunately for us, we got another glimpse of him as he was at the lok-lok stall after the event ended. Ok, very useless information, I know. :) Pictures then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC010.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd &amp; Tiesto in the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC026.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're getting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC044.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the closest shot we could get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC009.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worthy company definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC047.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last shot of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to admit but I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; last night's rave will be the last one I'll be attending as age is slowly but surely creeping up on me. *sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114278217206551022?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114278217206551022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114278217206551022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114278217206551022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114278217206551022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/03/tiesto-spinning-for-full-5-hours-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114267384632784329</id><published>2006-03-18T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:24:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a taxing week but there shall be no more stress over that presentation or that damn quiz on Monday. Worrying shall come while nursing a hangover tomorrow. Tonight, it's all about fun and games. Tiesto, here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114267384632784329?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114267384632784329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114267384632784329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114267384632784329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114267384632784329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-taxing-week-but-there-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114182576793747226</id><published>2006-03-08T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:50:34.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Won't be blogging till after next weekend as it's back to being a slave to the system once again. Mid semester's always such a drag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114182576793747226?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114182576793747226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114182576793747226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114182576793747226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114182576793747226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/03/wont-be-blogging-till-after-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114161710256857330</id><published>2006-03-06T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:51:42.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday we dreamed of what might be;&lt;br /&gt;Today we validate our love;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow we will cherish the life we have shared as one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Today &amp; Tomorrow - Kit McCallum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, guys? Someone from the class of 2000/17 is about to tie the knot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have already gotten the wonderful news but to those not in the know yet, our dear girl Adlee has just gotten engaged to a wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, a big congratulations to the happy couple, Adlee &amp; Owen!!! May this journey of life bless you with many happy experiences and memories to cherish and share forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114161710256857330?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114161710256857330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114161710256857330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114161710256857330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114161710256857330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-we-dreamed-of-what-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114109723212494820</id><published>2006-02-28T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:34:05.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excerpts from The Star online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's the hottest ride in town. You can now get the chance to experience what an astronaut feels when he is shot into space; with KL Tower's newest attraction, the “G Force X.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For RM60, you can try the “reverse bungy” where you will be strapped into a capsule attached to cables and then catapulted into the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the capsule is shot into the air, it travels up to 120kph in two seconds and a person can experience five times the force of gravity."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/2/26/nation/13509240&amp;sec=nation"target=" blank" target="_top" title=""&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/n_p4tower.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/n_p4tower.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was no time to try it out in Singapore, I'm definitely not missing out on it this time round. I've already got one person who's as excited albeit slightly hesitant about the whole thing as I am but it'd be fun if we all got scared in a group. Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114109723212494820?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114109723212494820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114109723212494820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114109723212494820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114109723212494820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/excerpts-from-star-online_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114101570746213843</id><published>2006-02-27T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:48:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keith and Mel knows me as the type of person who'd tend to cancel out on them at the very last minute. So in trying to prove Keith wrong, I didn't back out after deciding that we'd be spending Sunday morning &lt;a href="http://www.camp-5.com/"target=" blank" target="_top" title=""&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. My arm is aching like a bitch now but the adrenaline I felt when climbing is definitely worth the pain now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy left for LA yesterday as well. Don't know when she'll be back again as she'll begin the process of applying for her PR so she won't be able to leave the country till it's approved. We hardly saw her this trip back home, as usual, but it's ok as I'll be there soon enough. *fingers crossed* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, another week begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114101570746213843?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114101570746213843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114101570746213843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114101570746213843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114101570746213843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/keith-and-mel-knows-me-as-type-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114079561544344663</id><published>2006-02-24T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:50:30.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We ended up getting my dad a Gucci namecard holder to match the wallet A.Serena bought him. Because it was the last piece left, they gave a 5% discount. I really dislike walking into all these branded shops because of the look of disdain on most of the sales staff's faces, like as if I wouldn't be able to afford something from Gucci just because I was in a tee and wearing flip-flops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so different in Singapore where they are polite and helpful even after you tell them you're just browsing. For example, on my recent trip across the border, we went into LV and this gorgeous thing caught my eye. The guy was so helpful and patient with me and Kit eventhough I was holding on to it and gently caressing it for a good 10 minutes. It costs about SGD1800 or somewhere around there, if I remember correctly, and I was so tempted to buy it but I knew my dad would just kill me if I signed for it so I had no choice but to place it back on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/p10882561_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/p10882561_ph_hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be my next splurge when the time comes. Pretty, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114079561544344663?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114079561544344663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114079561544344663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114079561544344663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114079561544344663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-ended-up-getting-my-dad-gucci.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114050603203563018</id><published>2006-02-21T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:13:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh they're finally going to have the Asian version of The Amazing Race. I remember watching it for the first time years ago and thought to myself that I'd so want to send in an application if they ever come out with the Asian version and finally, the opportunity of a lifetime! Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.axn-asia.com/buzzsites/the_amazing_race_asia/"target=" blank" target="_top" title=""&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (Damn it, you've to be able to drive a shift and that I cannot do. Oh well..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114050603203563018?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114050603203563018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114050603203563018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114050603203563018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114050603203563018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/ooh-theyre-finally-going-to-have-asian.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114035824715578497</id><published>2006-02-19T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:10:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The ride back from Ampang proved that silence is golden. We did not speak a word, yet it felt right. I usually find myself struggling to keep the conversation flowing but this time it was the most comfortable silence I ever experienced, without any pressure from either side to make polite small talk. It also helps that we've known each other for so long that it really doesn't matter anymore. I absolutely cherish such moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114035824715578497?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114035824715578497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114035824715578497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114035824715578497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114035824715578497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/ride-back-from-ampang-proved-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114031468343554624</id><published>2006-02-19T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T10:04:43.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As each day passes, I find myself feeling more and more detached from everyone else. I can't seem to say something without someone passing comment or judging me and sometimes all I want is for them to just listen and give me a comforting hug at the end of the day. I used to be able to speak my thoughts without having to worry that I'm hurting someone in the process but now, I just feel stifled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things bothering me yet I can't find the right words to describe it. There are so many people I want to see yet I'm hesitant because I know they will not understand. I can't blog about it and let it out like I used to because I know that those who read this entry will then enquire about it and the whole process of "..tell you when I see you.." will start and I know that by the time we &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; meet up, it'll all be water under the bridge. So you know what guys? Don't ask what's up with me, just give me a hug because at times like these, that's all I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114031468343554624?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114031468343554624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114031468343554624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114031468343554624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114031468343554624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-each-day-passes-i-find-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-114010550308534667</id><published>2006-02-16T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:58:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/collage16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/collage16.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without much planning, I seem to end up at Chili's every 14th of February. This year was no different and the only thing that made this year's Valentine even more memorable was that I was able to spend it with Vel &amp; Vic as well. We originally weren't planning anything but after meeting up for tea in the afternoon, we then decided to have dinner together and that led to drinks at Hard Rock. A night just like any other night, except for that distinct feeling of love in the air, with a horde of people by the roadsides selling flowers and balloons. (Like we need anymore reminders of this overhyped, commercialized festival?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday is another day to look forward to as my favorite man celebrates his 53rd and I still have no idea what to get him. Maybe this year I'll do something wacky and give him a big wet kiss on the cheek. It's considered wacky because I cannot remember the last time I was affectionate with him. No hugs or kisses goodbye or goodnight for the longest time so I bet he'll be caught off guard. :) Ok ok repeat of American Idol's starting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-114010550308534667?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/114010550308534667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=114010550308534667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114010550308534667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/114010550308534667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/without-much-planning-i-seem-to-end-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-113989225354220134</id><published>2006-02-14T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:44:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy's home!!! She came back on Sunday, the very last day of CNY, and it was only at night when I got to see her. We didn't have the chance to catch up because everyone else was doing just that during dinner so I continued filling her cup of tea, made sure her plate was always filled with the yummy food, and interrupting only when necessary. It's now Tuesday and I haven't seen her since then. Well, not counting that few minutes yesterday when she came home with a suitcase full of presents for everyone then promptly left thereafter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's Valentine's Day yet again. What joy. No, I'm not going to go all lovey-dovey and proclaim my eternal love for a certain someone neither am I going to be all emo and blame the world for my constant bad luck in relationships. Instead, I shall sit back and relax, with episodes of Project Runway to keep me entertained. Happy Valentine's Day to you and you and you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-113989225354220134?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/113989225354220134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=113989225354220134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113989225354220134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113989225354220134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/mummys-home-she-came-back-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-113951037520688888</id><published>2006-02-10T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:39:35.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; planning on going into great detail about Wednesday night but I've been restricted by a few people NOT to disclose too much information. So instead, I'll just say it started off with a delicious yet very affordable CNY dinner and the night ended with a gambling session that did not involve money but something else. *winks* Lots of catching up and laughter included as well. Some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/PIC%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/PIC%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/PIC%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/PIC%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/PIC%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/PIC%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/PIC%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/PIC%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/PIC%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/PIC%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-113951037520688888?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/113951037520688888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=113951037520688888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113951037520688888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113951037520688888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-planning-on-going-into-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-113928979864787337</id><published>2006-02-07T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:23:18.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It finally rained last night. A downpour more like it. After a week long heatwave, it was welcomed with open arms but just like many other things, it didn't last very long and pretty soon, we were back to relying on the air conditioning for some relief. It's always so freaking hot during CNY, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of CNY, I didn't get to catch any of the lion dance troupes in action this year. Heard the drums, saw the empty lorry parked by the roadside, but no prancing lion was seen doing any acrobatic act. When my brother and I were little, we would get all excited and force my dad to follow the troupe from behind so we'd get to witness it more than once. Now, the beating of the drums, the colorful way in which the lion's decorated, not even the stunts it sometimes perform excite us anymore. Just a phase? Yeah, definitely, as is with alot of things in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-113928979864787337?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/113928979864787337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=113928979864787337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113928979864787337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113928979864787337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-finally-rained-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-113882727076726515</id><published>2006-02-02T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T04:54:30.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After visiting all my relatives on the first day of Chinese New Year, I headed to Esmond's aunt's place at night for some gambling and that was when Kit called asking us to head down to S'pore for a few days. After promising them we'd go since last year, we decided it was now or never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived about 8ish and headed to Holland Village for dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC006.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC001.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit then announced that they were taking us to Zouk because there was a guest DJ spinning. She said she didn't know who the DJ was that night but at about 10, Leon had calls coming in that there was already a long queue outside Zouk so we hurriedly rushed home to change. The amount of people that greeted us was scary. I've never seen Zouk KL or any club in KL that swarmed with people ever. So we waited and waited somemore and after an hour, I asked Leon whether he knew who was spinning. He checked the SMS he received from his friend and promptly told me, "It's someone from Germany called PVD." I knew there and then we weren't going to make it in and sure enough, they announced that tickets had been sold out. (It's Paul van Dyk, by the way, but no worries because he'll be at Zouk KL on Friday)!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC012.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC007.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People weren't leaving so we decided to head over to Ministry of Sound but everyone who couldn't get into Zouk had the same idea as us so we ended up at Attica instead. We had about 2 jugs each of Vodka Lime and Bourbon Coke and a few bottles of beer and the night turned out very nicely in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC019.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC015.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC048.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we woke up to 4kgs worth of steaming hot crabs just waiting to be devoured, prepared by Leon's mum. Because we had such a heavy lunch, what else could we do except walk it off at Orchard. Kit then suggested going for dessert at Coffee Club and recommended the Mud Pie which was heavenly. After having dinner at Marche we then spent our last night chilling out at this really cool place called Balcony, located just outside Heeren. The upstairs has a jacuzzi in the middle of the room and according to Kit, she's seen bikini-clad girls sipping away on their drinks while in the jacuzzi. The seats downstairs are like swings, the ambience very laid-back. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC055.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC057.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC059.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC060.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC073.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC065.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our final day in S'pore, Leon took us to The Altivo Bar. It's a romantic place situated on top of Mt. Faber where we shared a fantastic view of the harbour. I'd be really pleased if I was brought there on a first date. Hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC088.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC086.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC087.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a33/sulien/PIC092.jpg"height=300/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-113882727076726515?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/113882727076726515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=113882727076726515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113882727076726515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113882727076726515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-visiting-all-my-relatives-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-113844175293847744</id><published>2006-01-28T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T03:26:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're going agaisnt tradition this year and won't be having reunion dinner with my grandparents. No, not because we've decided to become rebels or anything like that but because my grandmother didn't want a reunion dinner due to her ill health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I had nothing else better to do on a Saturday with almost everyone else being busy preparing for reunion dinner tonight, I drove to Ampang to pay Ying a visit. Well, mainly because she just got a new puppy so I was quite eager to go play with it. The little cutie must be really confused because everyone keeps calling him different names such as Lucky, Cappuccino, Baby, Brownie and Nicky to name a few. While playing with it, I was just wondering whether Hermes will welcome the little puppy if I were to bring it home oneday. Now, let's all swoon over the little cutie-pie. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/1600/collage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3368/191/320/collage15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-113844175293847744?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/113844175293847744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=113844175293847744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113844175293847744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113844175293847744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/01/were-going-agaisnt-tradition-this-year_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-113828815939376422</id><published>2006-01-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:09:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember that curfew I have? The one where I have to be home from 9-10pm just so I'll be able to answer the phone when my dad calls? That same one where I'd usually wait for another half an hour before finally going out again if I do have plans? Well, things didn't go according to plan tonight. Mel and I were already looking for a parking spot when my dad called. Again. After he had bid me a good night 45 minutes ago. So I had no other choice but to send Mel home then rush back home to call him with my house phone because I had told him I was just out picking up bread.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought the night was going to end perfectly with some good bitching and catching up, here I am sitting at home blogging and waiting for the repeat of American Idol. How wonderful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-113828815939376422?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/113828815939376422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=113828815939376422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113828815939376422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113828815939376422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/01/remember-that-curfew-i-have-one-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-113812078027954249</id><published>2006-01-25T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:41:56.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite having shopped like there's no tomorrow in US, I'm still racking my brain trying to figure out a suitable outfit for the first day of CNY. Somehow nothing seems appropriate enough for a visit to my grandparent's house. Everything else has been been taken care of such as the spring-cleaning and the preparation of the new year munchies and the last thing on the list is choosing that first day outfit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm making a big deal out of nothing but hey, anything for an excuse to shop right? The only thing keeping me away from the malls is guilt and so, to stick with at least one new year's resolution which is to shop less, I'm just going to rummage through my closet one more time and hope something bright and appropriate catches my eye. It's times like these I wish I was born a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-113812078027954249?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/113812078027954249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=113812078027954249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113812078027954249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113812078027954249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/01/despite-having-shopped-like-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-113798862866832053</id><published>2006-01-23T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:48:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has just been pure bliss these past few weeks. There's been nothing to gripe about neither has there been anything dramatic happening that kept me tossing and turning in bed. We've had that highly anticipated steamboat dinner, many home-cooked meals, a high dosage of girl-talk and that much needed 'me' time. The best part of it all would be receiving two very unexpected but very much appreciated gifts from a certain someone who claims it's my Valentine's Day present so I shouldn't be expecting anything from him that day. That gesture has kept a smile plastered on my face for a few days now. *thank you thank you thank you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's this little something that has been swimming around at the far regions of my brain, making me sometimes wonder if life will suddenly throw me a curveball. I've never been this happy for such a long period of time that I'm suspecting something or someone will just deliver me some bad news one of these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? To hell with constantly living in uncertainty. Today's such a glorious day and that's how I should be living it. Life is good, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-113798862866832053?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/113798862866832053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=113798862866832053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113798862866832053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113798862866832053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-has-just-been-pure-bliss-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685447.post-113729093043782058</id><published>2006-01-15T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:08:50.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've recently rediscovered the benefits of retiring to bed early and rising even before it reaches the mid-morning mark. The day appears to be much longer hence a more productive day, I've longer attention span in class, and that throbbing on the side of my head has yet to make its comeback. Now, if only this will carry on once  I'm off my medication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6685447-113729093043782058?l=endless-ranting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/feeds/113729093043782058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6685447&amp;postID=113729093043782058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113729093043782058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6685447/posts/default/113729093043782058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endless-ranting.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-recently-rediscovered-benefits-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Su</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01041510503055806701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>