<?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-8028723</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:33:06.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skss44.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skss44.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>skss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268278253888959761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028723.post-109587250676341083</id><published>2004-09-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T01:01:46.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Girls singing</title><content type='html'>I got this clip from a fren of mine quite sometime back and uintil today i'm addicted to it. It's super funny. Just watched it again today. Hope u guys like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click this--&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pinkystar.com/pds/contents/solo/200401/ttws3.wmv" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.pinkystar.com/pds/contents/solo/200401/ttws3.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028723-109587250676341083?l=skss44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109587250676341083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109587250676341083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skss44.blogspot.com/2004/09/korean-girls-singing.html' title='Korean Girls singing'/><author><name>skss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268278253888959761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028723.post-109578489612354702</id><published>2004-09-22T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:31:55.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My conversation with Peter (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>"I've been thinking of where to go after our exams and i was thinking of going to New York", i said over dinner with Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy ah? So expensive and where got things to see one?", he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok wat? There's museums?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy ah? Spend so much money go museum and see old things. I go home and look at my parents also the same. Some more save so much money."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028723-109578489612354702?l=skss44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109578489612354702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109578489612354702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skss44.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-conversation-with-peter-part-2.html' title='My conversation with Peter (Part 2)'/><author><name>skss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268278253888959761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028723.post-109568100241195530</id><published>2004-09-21T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:53:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My conversation with Peter</title><content type='html'>"Hey u wanna go NATAS travel fair this Sunday? They say got good deal and best bargains", i asked Peter while we were waiting for our bus at the busstop. He replied, " NATAS spelt backwards is SATAN leh. How can believe their words?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter asked, "Hey, u wanna go on Cruise after our exams?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied,"Cruise? Go nowhere and nothing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have la. Got on-board casino on board, nice beautiful ship to look at..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interupted him and said," scarly the cruise ship is a tongkang, and the on-board casino is basically a Lao Ah Peh dealing cards".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied," Aye yah. u so troublesome. Hey, my bus here liao. we next time den discuss la."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028723-109568100241195530?l=skss44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109568100241195530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109568100241195530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skss44.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-conversation-with-peter.html' title='My conversation with Peter'/><author><name>skss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268278253888959761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028723.post-109567665777824373</id><published>2004-09-21T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:51:02.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest WISP lesson ever</title><content type='html'>Today, I was prepared to go class and be bored to death but I was wrong. Today was one of the funniest WISP lesson ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ng, my WISP (World Issues: A Singapore Perspective) tutor told us that there would be games today and she went on to talk about some stuff which I can't remember already (evidence that it was boring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was giving her real life experience in China about 2 years back. She and some other diplomats decided to head to KFC for a meal. After ordering a huge tub of chickens, they realised that they don't provide chilli sauce. A Malaysian diplomat reached into her bag and bring out......sambal blachan!!!! Who in the right mind brings that in their handbag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of social-cultural globalization, she asked us what is essential in a movie to make it a hit worldwide and that everyone around the world can understand. A student answered, "I know. SEX!" The whole class roared with laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028723-109567665777824373?l=skss44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109567665777824373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109567665777824373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skss44.blogspot.com/2004/09/funniest-wisp-lesson-ever.html' title='Funniest WISP lesson ever'/><author><name>skss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268278253888959761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028723.post-109565209945271420</id><published>2004-09-20T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:48:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So little time</title><content type='html'>Projects, projects and more projects. So many things to do with so little time. How I wish a day has 72 hours instead of 24 hours. Sometimes I wish I could stay up the whole night to do my work but instead, I'll fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I read from somewhere that a particular Indian guy only needs to sleep 5 hours a week and by the time he's 18, he gotten his PhD. How I wish I can be like him. If I were to sleep 5 hours a week, there will only be 2 outcome. I'll either have very big and black eyebags with only an O level cert or i'll be dead by 18 with big and black eye bags and a PSLE cert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028723-109565209945271420?l=skss44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109565209945271420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109565209945271420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skss44.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-little-time.html' title='So little time'/><author><name>skss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268278253888959761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028723.post-109553110454948211</id><published>2004-09-19T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:41:36.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing to Marina South</title><content type='html'>I went for an outing to Marina South with the YTFer. I can't remember the exact date though. I went there with the GTFers and we had lots of fun playing games.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to another area to fly kites and that was when i realised that i'm not very good at flying kites. How I wish someone invented those battery operated kites den i can "hao lian" to those good kite flyers I can fly kites better den them.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing for the day was the steamboat dinner. It was extremely good except for the "healthy" soup. I can't really remember what was discussed over dinner but all I can remember was the following sentences that I said throughout the steamboat dinner:&lt;br /&gt;" Daniel, is this cooked?"&lt;br /&gt;" Daniel, is this nice?"&lt;br /&gt;" Damn nice man. Can u pass me some of that?"&lt;br /&gt;" Can i try some of that?"&lt;br /&gt;" Daniel, is this cooked?"&lt;br /&gt;" Daniel, is this nice?" ..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028723-109553110454948211?l=skss44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109553110454948211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028723/posts/default/109553110454948211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skss44.blogspot.com/2004/09/outing-to-marina-south.html' title='Outing to Marina South'/><author><name>skss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268278253888959761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
