<?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-6350342270825439893</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:24:30.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-715114609076161789</id><published>2009-05-25T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:32:05.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've switched to oriconjp.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-715114609076161789?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/715114609076161789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=715114609076161789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/715114609076161789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/715114609076161789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-switched-to-oriconjp.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-8267885893762077991</id><published>2009-05-20T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:56:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLAH, I HATE BLOGSPOT. I TYPED A SUPER LONG ENTRY AND IT WASN"T SAVED. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS SUCH, YOU'RE ONLY GONNA GET TO READ A SUPER SHORT SUMMARISED POST CAUSE I'M TOO PISSED TO TYPE EVERYTHING AGAIN HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENTING + KL WAS HAPPENING AND FUN. I WANNA GO BACK TO KL AGAIN CAUSE THE SHOPPING ROCKS MY SOCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07228-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07228-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07235-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07235-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, THOSE THINGS ON THE SCREEN ARE DEAD FLIES WHO BANGED THE BUS ON THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07166-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07166-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT HELIPAD WITH SOME OF THE CG MEMBERS AND I GOT A KEWL PHOTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=page-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/page-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST GOT BACK WITH THE ARMY BOYS. WENT ORCHARD &gt; SUNTEC &gt; BUGIS &gt;DHOBY GHAUT. ATE SAKAE SUSHI AND PLAYED POOL. BOUGHT WILSON'S PRESENT TOO. A LAVA LAMP AND A WATCH CAUSE THERE'S 8 PEOPLE SHARING MUHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JQ'S BDAE AND WILSON'S BDAE THIS WEEK. MANY MORE BDAES TO COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONNA JOIN THE TANGSHOOTERS FOR PHOTOSHOOT NEXT SUNDAY. THEME IS GLASS AFFAIR. EXCITED CAUSE I'LL BE MAKING NEW FRIENDS AND BEST OF ALL, WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD TIME AS PHOTOGRAPHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATOM OUTING NEXT WEEK. MAGIC EXTRAVAGANZA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL PISSED AT BLOGSPOT ROAR ROAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-8267885893762077991?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/8267885893762077991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=8267885893762077991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8267885893762077991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8267885893762077991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-i-hate-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-3069317240989619992</id><published>2009-05-14T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:44:11.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overseas trip round 2 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm taking the night coach bus there! Was feeling quite fearful due to the bus leaving at night, dunno if it's safe driving at night to malaysia or not. But I hope that everything will turn out all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I've changed enough money to spend at KL. I'm really really spending alot on these 2 trips already, Im going to have to resort performing at Orchard road to earn some cash. Or if you're feeling rich and kind you can donate to my fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't packed, not goonna bring tons of stuff like I did previously. I wanna be a light packer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm enjoying this travelling thing, it's so fun to like travel around with friends and exploring new sights and sounds. There's always this unexpectancy of things that makes thing thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I get to travel to other countries during my next holiday, like maybe pakistan, ok that's a joke. I wanna go japan still! That's still my dream country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-3069317240989619992?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/3069317240989619992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=3069317240989619992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3069317240989619992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3069317240989619992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/05/overseas-trip-round-2-today-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4623147174934233818</id><published>2009-05-11T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:49:30.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a boring post lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all just the usual outings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going malaysia again this fri to mon, genting once again, but with KL too! hope it's going to be fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go shopping with the army boys for props for wil's 21st when I come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster hunter gatherings too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope to play mahjong soon =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't jammed in a damn long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuzzie's outing have to wait till manda's back from TW T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have ECP/cycling this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4623147174934233818?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4623147174934233818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4623147174934233818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4623147174934233818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4623147174934233818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-gonna-be-boring-post-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-578835249942751365</id><published>2009-05-07T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:36:55.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all, I'm back from malaysia, Genting highlands to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a fun fun fun trip even though there's nothing much to do at Genting but it's the company that matters. No words can really express how much I enjoyed their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey began on Monday morning 5am when I prepared to leave the house to meet up with the east siders to go to boonlay MRT station. Everything almost went the wrong way, cause I had an aching feeling in my stomach, and the sky was crimson red, threatening to rain. Thank God the rain only started when I reached the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was like amazing race all the way man, supposed to reach boonlay shopping center (WTH IS THAT) by 7.30am but things didn't go as planned haha. We were late to reach the MRT, and it was raining heavily so it was difficult to get a cab, and the buses were like full to the max!! It was really panic moment for us because we only have like 15 min to reach the place with all these messed up conditions. And the west siders aren't having it easy too, they were all stuck in a highway jam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things managed to work out la, and everyone was on board haha. The journey there was long and tiring. 7 hrs on the bus. Nothing exciting happened though, just endless camwhoring haha. I'm just gonna skip to what we did on the 3 days la haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the place, had to wait for a while before our turn to get our rooms. We camwhored outside first. This is the first time I'm at Genting so I'm very awed by the clouds!! I thought it would be stuffy and thick but the air is very fresh and light! And the view is AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07005-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07005-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel's interior was quite nice, even for a 3 star hotel. The only bad thing is that they don't provide slippers, and I didn't bring any. Anyway, we put down our stuffs and went to explore the shopping center. Ate Marrybrown for brunch and then just continued walking. Sammie brought us to this hidden place that is very cold!! We took loads of photos there. Then we continued exploring the place before going to the cable car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07024-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07024-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable car experience was one of the best! Although the view was boring, just fake giant flowers and animals but the height of it is really amazing, I really salute the people building and maintaining it. It was very worth too! just 5 bucks for a 2 way ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07047-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07047-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to explore somemore before deciding to try out archery and bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07069-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07069-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go to the haunted house. THAT WAS ONE OF THE MOST SCARY MOMENTS OF MY LIFE. I seriously threw my face for showing my fears haha. I dun like the feeling of being shocked or scared suddenly, and that's what the entire thing is about. Luckily there are people in front of us and back but it turned out to be the worst position because the ghosts only scared the people at the front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme park day. I was quite scared to sit many of the rides cause I got the fear of heights LOL. But then I managed to conquer some of them la. The first scary ride I took was the cyclone. It was just a normal rollercoaster that's not that high but the drops were scary to the max!! But one of the scariest rides was the space shot. It's the tallest ride of the entire theme park and also the scariest. I did not dare to sit that and I don't think I'm going to during my next trip either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07092-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07092-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to substitute that the unbrave ones took the ferris wheel LOL. I thought it would be not that high like the one in Taiwan or it won't be scary but I WAS WRONG. It was damn high la, it doesn't look that high on ground but once u're up there, it's nightmare for those who are scared of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07099-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07099-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool view from up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07095-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC07095-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around after the theme park closed. Dissapointed in the shopping!! Hope it gets better in KL next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm surprised that the movie cinemas in msia have OSIM CHAIRS. LOL. IT was so funny, and it costs just 8 sing. Bought tickets for the 1.30am show for Wolverine and if u're going to try that in the future, please be warned not to spam the massage programmes or else u're gonna end up with a backache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do since we have to check out by 12 so we just went to eat breakfast and wander around after checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking whether should I get gums for friends back in sg but I decided not to as I was worried that I'll be checked and the gums would get confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long trip back to SG but played silly games on the bus. Reached home and SLEEEEEEEp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright that's abt all. Many happening things happened there but I'm lazy to blog about everything so there. Even my fingers are tired now hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-578835249942751365?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/578835249942751365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=578835249942751365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/578835249942751365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/578835249942751365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-all-im-back-from-malaysia-genting.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-1092568394432904720</id><published>2009-05-03T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:34:22.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVER!. Nuff said. Freedom has come but I am running short of moolah, any donations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated the end of exams with some of da clique at Manhattan. Not as good as I heard it would be, fish and co tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics not with me so I'm not gonna post pics of the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at tcc before joining my sec sch buds for wings at Hooters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the wings! they're damn good can. And quickly wiped out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00061-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC00061-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00068-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/DSC00068-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close times in GM High. lol. HX joined us ALOT later -___-. Might have clubbing trip with them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Van's bdae too! Credits belong fully to sher for planning this whole thing despite exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0138-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0138-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at this place, called roma deli. The atmosphere was kinda like pastamania and the food wasn't that great as it was revered by other people. Nonetheless, bitched the only way the 3 of us can bitch haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0178-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0178-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look old. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to wake up in like 4 hrs time to go genting but I can't sleep! I'm gonna read the cool mags dearest sean got for me in TW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-1092568394432904720?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/1092568394432904720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=1092568394432904720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1092568394432904720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1092568394432904720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-2508267281197842029</id><published>2009-04-29T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:07:53.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=035-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/035-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECKS or in the west they call it PLAIDS ARE IN! I do own a few plaid/checked shirts but somehow they seem to fit during the dressing room audition but they seem to have put on weight on the way home or when they're bathing such that the next time I wear them, they seem to be bigger than what they used to be hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS THE CURSE OF RETAIL THERAPY!?!? *shakes head in despair* Recently I've been trying to find new ways of wearing clothes that I would rather look at dogs mating than to lay sight on those clothes but so far it's not been successful. I wonder what went through my mind when I bought those clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS are gonna be over in 3 more days! WOOHO!! Can't wait to be released from the pressure of having multitudes of topics to cover just for 1 subject and party the holidays away. That said, might be meeting up with old friends on sat nite for drinks and on sunday there'll be something on for me too, then it's genting for 3D2N the first week of holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be BROKEback pauper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-2508267281197842029?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/2508267281197842029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=2508267281197842029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2508267281197842029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2508267281197842029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/04/checks-or-in-west-they-call-it-plaids.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-2404784740745917839</id><published>2009-04-26T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:49:43.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy all. wat's up with everyone lately? I'm still dying under the immense stress of studying for my exams haha. I'm studying so much until I'm so sick of singpost and i'm sure the staff at coffee bean is sick of seeing my face there haha. Studying with the usual study clique definitely helps me to cope with the exam stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least accounting is done for! no more headaches over balancing figures and coming up with budgets hahaha. Dumb thing was, the paper's on saturday. Went to PS for lunch after that with a few mates and I think I'm seriously blur on that day. I got tricked into thinking that a mac screen is touchscreen LOL. There I was, touching the screen trying to see things move while everyone's laughing at me in the back. But I only slept 3 hrs before the paper! cannot blame me hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers to go. Trying to cram as much theory into my head abt OB. Hope to really score straight distinctions for my papers so I can graduate with a distinction. Then maybe I shall join a cca group to enrich my uni life, thing is, SIM doesn't have lots of cca and most of them are not very active =/ I might be singing up with the dance cca AHAHA or join irv's overseas voluntary work cca, sounds meaningful right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, just been reflecting on my life and there's alot of things that I wanna do. Like I wanna learn the voilin or cello so that I can join a symphony. Joining a symphony is one of the greatest desires of my heart but because I'm a pianist, and there's not much opportunities for pianists to join a symphony due to very limited space and hardly any contribution, I can only sit back and dream. But I'm seriously going to think up of a plan man, I just need to learn an instrument, any other musical related stuff, I think I already got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just been thinking abt my future job and I guess I really want to get into the music or fashion industry, it'll be cool if I can get a job overseas as a music journalist or scout or even a manager, or maybe even a producer or arranger. I guess I"m not the kind that can be confined into an office space working systematic hours unless I enjoy the job and I have happening colleagues haha. But I really think I want a job that involves fashion and music. Sad thing is, Singapore has a very small or non-existent market for this industry so I guess I have to look for opportunities overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, latest scans from the Men's Non-no magazine are here to inspire myself once again to dress better hahaha. Incase you're wondering what magazine is that, it's a japanese fashion magazine for men and after reading through various other fashion magazines, I have to say this is one of the better magazines. Too bad I can't read perfect Jap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=027c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/027c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the look of having big tops over slim bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=028c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/028c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Singapore's too hot to wear trenchcoats. Love the very 'british' look that trench coats have with paired skinnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=030c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/030c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda more like vintage chic, with ankle cut bottoms paired with cool shoes haha. Love the orange colour man, cause i"m a colour person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=031c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/031c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool look that is hard to incorporate in singapore haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-2404784740745917839?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/2404784740745917839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=2404784740745917839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2404784740745917839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2404784740745917839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/04/howdy-all.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4431819796850378476</id><published>2009-04-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:46:31.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some styles to inspire myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=043-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/043-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the clean and smart look on these 2 'twins'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=297-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/297-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful shoes, want to get one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=209-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/209-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROll up pants are all the fashion now haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=200-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/200-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boots are cooooool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=168-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/168-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can totally see myself wearing like that, now just hope that uniqlo still sells that green pants haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4431819796850378476?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4431819796850378476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4431819796850378476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4431819796850378476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4431819796850378476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-some-styles-to-inspire-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-5994793916673637377</id><published>2009-04-21T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:18:27.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's settled for my double malaysia trip in May. Can't wait. Oishii definitely have some crazy ideas for the trip man, we bought identical tees for everyone to wear on the second day, I think people at genting might mistake us for campaigning sia haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent so much money just this month alone I dare not check my ibanking cause I'm afraid of seeing the financial damage I dealt to my poor bank account haha. Oh yah, singpost needs to start installing male toilets!!! I'm so irritated because there's only a female toilet on the ground floor, and an additional handicapped toilet next to it. Since when guys don't need to use the toilet on the ground floor one ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's really gonna come liao, I know I have been saying that many times before but this time I'm really feeling the FEAR. Can't blame me also, I have not been a student for 3 years so it's totally ok for me to feel this way haha. But I'm scared I did not study enough for the subjects, don't want to enter the hall forgetting everything I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLRIGHT. Manpaku tommorow. Can't wait to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-5994793916673637377?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/5994793916673637377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=5994793916673637377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5994793916673637377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5994793916673637377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/04/everythings-settled-for-my-double.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-2657006040863410955</id><published>2009-04-17T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:19:27.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 204px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIQLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess by now everyone in Singapore probably known about the existence of the uniqlo branch that opened shop at the latest mall to invade the heartland known as Tampines. Now why is there a brand new mall big enough to rival Vivocity doing at a place that has already an abundance of shopping malls known as TM and CS doing there? That's a question for another blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really very interested in this brand because I'm a graphic kind of guy and uniqlo is more of a basic brand. But the good marketing usage of terms like Japan and No. 1 definitely caused the 'kiasu' spirit in most singaporeans to throng the path outside the uniqlo store. Was out with some of the genting people to settle our trip at grassland, whose instructions to find the store was so amazing race worthy we got lost LOL. Again, another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we somehow ended up at Tamp one and I wanted to check out the uniqlo to check out all the hype. Amazingly, the queue was still there even after 4 days of opening and things are flying off the shelf faster than a hurricane could. The genting people decided to queue up and I kinda had no choice but to follow. We finally got in and I went to the men's section. Nothing interesting, just polo tees in the colour of the rainbow and tee shirts that probably 50% of singaporeans will wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the jean's section and I'm immediately enchanted by the beautiful jeans that lay naked on the table. The colour was too beautiful to ignore and I decided to get 2 pairs, one in black and blue. Thing is, I didnt' try the jeans because the queue was as long as the great wall of china so I just thought that getting my size would be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, when I got home to try, I could not fit! I'm not sure whether I gained weight, which is highly impossible, or that their sizing is different, but regardless of both reasons, I felt sad because it made me look fat haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this problem made me go back to uniqlo in the morning hoping that there wont' be any queue but it was the total opposite. The queues were longer, even the payment queue stretched to the entrace OMG. I hurriedly get my jeans exchanged and went out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was my uniqlo experience. I did not enjoy the queueing, neither did I enjoy the fitting room, because they employed a strange policy of removing footwear before entering, which makes those who are wearing shoes very inconvenienced. It's probably one of the worst shopping trips I've had so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into hx and dan too, joined them for sushi and I'm really quite irritated at the way japanese food is served in Singapore. If I'm a japanese eating in sakae sushi or any sushi bar, I'll probably commit the samurai way of commiting suicide in front of everyone. The sushi variety is obviously a sign of trying to maximise profit through cheap products. How can one enjoy eating sushi if the entire conveyor belt is 95% made up of green bean sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, just blogging about it makes me giddy. Ben arrived just as we left and settled for cafe cartel lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also tried to join lookbook but alas, they are invitation only and must even write compo to request acceptance. So dissapointing because before that I tried to took some lookbook worthy pictures showing off my new jeans!! ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I do not have the fate to post on lookbook, I shall do it on my trusty blog haha. Hope you see potential in my modelling career =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4485-1copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_4485-1copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4512-1copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_4512-1copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4525-1copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_4525-1copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4528-1copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_4528-1copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-2657006040863410955?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/2657006040863410955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=2657006040863410955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2657006040863410955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2657006040863410955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/04/uniqlo.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4939955124693268489</id><published>2009-04-13T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:17:50.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>howdy everyone, I'm here to blog once again whether you like it or not hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's coming in 2 weeks time!!!!!! NOOOO!!!! GOD!!! I NEED MORE TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidence level to score high distinctions for all 3 subjects is slowly fading bit by bit over time as I revised my subjects....gosh, there's so many things that's not taught in the lecture but why is it in the damn textbook!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Other than that, been watching One Piece haha, I know I chose the 'perfect' time to start watching a new anime but hey, I need to destress man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till the exam's over man, so many activities planned already, haha, even before exams started. Let's see....I'm going msia during the first and 3rd week of may with ma cool cliques, gonna attend my first Final Fantasy distant tour in my life with the slash wristers, meet ups with the cuzzies and birthday celebrations!! I hope there's more things for me to do in the holidays so I won't get bored =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on One piece episode 23! 300 more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4939955124693268489?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4939955124693268489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4939955124693268489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4939955124693268489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4939955124693268489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/04/howdy-everyone-im-here-to-blog-once.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-3243652828697684602</id><published>2009-04-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:27:58.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's easter once again this year. Time really flies, it was just not long ago that we celebrated easter in 2008, and here we're celebrating easter 2009. Well, this year's easter is definitely better because I managed to bring a friend to church, it's my long lost primary school friend who wants to be known by his new name lloyd, cause according to him he's a changed man, for the better haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama this year once again focuses on modern science, it's interesting to know that the scriptwriters try to make the drama as revelant to society, rather than sticking to traditional storylines, I guess it really piques people's interest and gives a whole new look on the story of Jesus. However, I feel that this year's drama is somewhat lacklustre, there's no dance section or the usual funny song segment, which definitely draw smiles from the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I did enjoy myself through the service and when it came to the point where the pharisees wanted to crucify Jesus, an interesting point came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that God knew us before he created us and allowed us to be born to the earth and that he loves every single person that he created. Inferring from that statement, it's natural to assume that he also loves the souls of the pharisees and scribes just like you and me. However, the Bible says that God have to sent his only Son to earth to die for our sins, and the death means shall be by crucifixion. So naturally, Jesus can't just be cutting wood one day and mysteriously end up on the cross the next, a course of event must happen for Jesus to wind up on the cross, and that event would be the pharisees's plotting to crucify Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That led me to think, no matter what, there must be a bunch of people that will somehow be 'sacrificed' so that Jesus can die on the cross. People may argue that the pharisees wanted to crucify Jesus out of their own will, but what if they are destined to be the 'scapegoats' to bring about Jesus's death? But doesn't God love everyone? and gives everyone a chance to choose to believe in him or not? So why must there be a group of people that doesn't have to chance to choose to believe in Jesus and end up having to play the bad guys, and therefore go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a play, whereby in a cast, there must be someone who have to take on the role of the villian, but that doesn't mean that person is naturally bad, or have an evil heart. So likewise, what if God already planned that in order for Jesus to be sacrificed, a bunch of people have to be made the villians. But doesn't God love everyone? doesn't God also loves those pharisees? Why does it seems like they have no choice to believe in God and end up playing the villians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing with Judas, out of all the 12 disciples, there must be someone who have to take the role of the betrayer, and unfortunately it's Judas. Imagine you are Judas, can you imagine how cruel it is to know that no matter what, your purpose of being born on this earth is to betray the son of man and to end up in hell no matter what you do because God already predestined that you play the role of the betrayer? Does it makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you might think that people do things out of their own will, but have you thought that it might be predetermined that you will do what you did? It's like maybe tommorow you will commit a lustful sin, to you it might be that it's ur nature to commit it, but what if God purposely arrange that you will commit that sin tommorow? God knows what will happen in the future, so he would definitely know that Judas would betray Jesus, or the pharisees would crucify him, so why didn't he do something about it? Why would he allow these people, whom he is suppose to love just like everyone else, to be the scapegoats of our salvation? Isn't it abit unfair for them not being able to choose to follow Jesus? Like it's their predetermined destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts just kept flooding my mind while watching the drama and it really made me think. And I would like to have answers, I do not know how or when, but it's definitely interesting to see someone rebutt my theories haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-3243652828697684602?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/3243652828697684602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=3243652828697684602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3243652828697684602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3243652828697684602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-easter-once-again-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4718082821555035785</id><published>2009-04-10T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:16:22.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to update once more. It's been a long time since I experienced exam fever considering the last time I sat for an exam was 3 years ago when I was taking my last paper for my TP final semester. But it's the same feeling right now, and I have been mugging for the past few days or weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been reading David's gan blog and he's really living the high life right now. Seeing him buy hermes birkins like collecting plastic bags from pasar malam kind of makes me aspire to achieve that status one day. I used to think that spending 20k on a bag or a bracelet is dumb and wasteful. But thinking about it, I realised that if I'm earning the same amount as David Gan, or even more, why would I want to spend 20 bucks on a bag from bugis street instead of a 20k bag? If I'm earning 100,000 a week, 20k to me is probably not a big deal, but that's if you're earning that amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If let's say I have the financial capability to go for the best things in life? Why would you want to settle for 2nd best? If I'm rich, I would have no hesitation paying 100 bucks for a trim at Passion salon instead of settling for a 3 bucks haircut along the streets of Tampines or Bedok. Thus saying that, I realised that alot of our thinking and beliefs stem from the circumstances that we are in and also from the things that are in constant interaction with our senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also recently irritated by some people who like to tell me how good or happening their life is. I'm fine if you want to share with me good news and stuff, but the tone that you use in your voice or the way you say it makes me feel like you are showing off otherwise, especially when we are in the middle of a good conversation, and I believe it only shows that you're insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecure people have this nudging need to visually or verbally show other people the things that they are most insecure about. Something like if I feel very insecure about my looks, I will find the need to constantly tell people that I'm goodlooking or show that I am goodlooking through actions. Likewise, I think people who feels that other people thinks lowly of the area that they are insecure in also tends to want to prove to the others otherwise. If I feel that people think I'm poor and have no money, I will want to purposely buy branded goods and flaunt in front of other people just to boost my security regarding that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, I feel that these people are insecure because I used to do the same thing. One of the first few reasons of setting up a blog is because I feel that other people think lowly of me or that I'm someone who's inferior to them, and thus I want to show it to those people that I'm not what I think they think of me. Of course, that's no longer the reason why I'm bloggin right now because that was the old me, and the old me is gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel secure about the things that I have in life right now, I don't see the need to tell other people abt it, or show it to them. It's something like a quiet confidence, rather than a confidence that feeds on the seeing the jealous or envious looks of other people's faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if this blog has kinda become like a rant blog, haha, but I kind help it but to express how I feel, like they say, it's not good to keep all your feelings inside, lest u explode haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, I'll be back to blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4718082821555035785?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4718082821555035785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4718082821555035785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4718082821555035785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4718082821555035785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-to-update-once-more.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-8945275371942002315</id><published>2009-04-03T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:16:25.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never been so irritated by anybody in my life for quite a long while. I've encountered some irritants while I was in the army and I thought that I won't meet such people in my life anymore. But sadly, God sometimes like to send such people into my life to I dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident happened when I was asked last minute to replace the keyboardist for ben's graduation performance. Being the ever nice guy, I obliged and I went for the first practice session. So apparently I was introduced to the vocalist, who's an indian and my impression of that guy is quite okie, even though the moment me saw me he commented on my tote, giving that sarcastic look while saying "NICE BAG". I was thinking what's his problem, but I just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impression got even worse when we entered the studio, where he started opening and ending every sentence with the F word and the CB word. Seriously. I can take it if u scold vulgarities like once in a while, but every 2 seconds while u're talking? It's very grating on your nerves. I can tell that everyone else was also quite irritated. NVM, that day was not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got worse when I bumped into him in Lasalle while walking out of the school. He starting making fun of my bag as usual and there was this part where he's behind me and he was like trying to whisper to ben something but I can kinda hear it and so he was saying that he didn't know bugis had alot of gays. I was quite offended already when I overheard it but I still kept my guanyin personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became even ruder when we were at the traffic light when this bunch of ladies walked past us and he immediately told me that one of the girls was staring at me. I can sense another arrow coming and when I went to look at the girl, he immediately asked whether do I like girls in the first place or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last straw. I didn't blow up because I do not know him well, just know that he's ben's friend and I did not want to stoop to his level of making fun of people, especially people that I DO NOT KNOW WELL. Still can tell me that he's worried for me and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S THE DEAL. WHAT'S WRONG WITH GUYS CARRYING TOTES.&lt;br /&gt;DOES CARRYING A TOTE=GAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously a homophobic gay with a brain the size of a atom saying stereotypical things with absolutely no manners at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, first of all, I carry the bag in a tote style because the sling has already broken and I have no choice as I have no other bags. Secondly, I carry it in that way because it's easy for me to take out my belongings such as wallet and handphone and also I can listen to my ipod. I simply find it troublesome to listen to my ipod if I sling my bag as the wire tends to get tangled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if I carry it without all these reasons, doesn't mean that he can just judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he say that carrying a tote equals gay, then he's kind of insulting all the luxury brands in the world. Because I've been to these luxuries stores looking for bags and I can tell you that all these shops DON'T SELL CHEAP LOSER LOOKING BAGS LIKE HE'S CARRYING. They carry only totes and sling bags. So does that mean that Gucci, LV, Prada, Burberry etc are gay brands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus, he can't even dress well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really quite offended because he said all these things in public, if it's within closed door nvm, but in public? that's plain rude. But lucky there wasn't alot of people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to say this kinda things like making fun or what, do it at least with friends or people you are close to, not with people you barely know? I find it to be very cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of reminds me of incidents where strangers or people comment or make fun on how feminine I can get sometimes with my gestures or the way I speak. I used to be very sensitive to these comments and try to act in a way that will avoid instigating these comments, but this is who I am, God made me like that. You either accept me or just get out of my life. I can't change the way I talk or what. ANd just because I have these quirks doesn't mean that people can just stereotype me. I'm not going to act macho or what. Cause it's not me and ultimately I'm just bluffing myself and the people around me. So i'm just gonna carry on behaving the way I behave whether people like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.....just thinking about makes my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been looking for a new bag and a shoe. And after hunting for many months, this is what I got today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo357-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo357-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo358-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo358-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total damage: $220.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-8945275371942002315?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/8945275371942002315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=8945275371942002315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8945275371942002315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8945275371942002315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-never-been-so-irritated-by.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-8862909171412707410</id><published>2009-03-27T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:20:56.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so loving this week cause I get to see my lovely peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day with the guys at Waraku. It was seriously enjoyable and I had fun with them. We had a private room for us because we are such a big group and we can just shout and scream and do whatever we want inside and no one will give us death stares or whatever bull they can give us haha. And the service is damn good may I say, they kept offering to take pictures of us!, even when we are already leaving the restaurant and are just waiting for everyone at the entrance. Pics are already uploaded on facebook so I'm just gonna link the group pic we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2751-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_2751-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my favourite school which is TP. Omg, can't remember when's the last time I stepped into TP la. Really missed the crazy times I had at TP, KBOX after lesson, pool sessions during lunch breaks, late night movies and supper at simpang bedok and changi village, it's a chapter in my life where I gave a lot of my first times like singing K, playing pool, drinking alcohol, playing dota, hanging out late etc HAHA. Thanks to all the people who made my life so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the point, I went back to do my project. Thank God it's the school holidays now for TP so the school's quite empty. Wanted to go design school for lunch but ended up at Mensa cause it's closed dang. Well, was racking my brains on where to do our project and I thought of the library project rooms LOL. Spent alot of time trying to 'hack' into the system as they don't allow me to book the room with my old matric number. Seriously, I feel damn old la cause my matric number starts with 03 and all the matric numbers starts with 06 or even 08 onwards LOL. I'm like the alumni of the alumni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to book the room finally but damn no internet, it's so damn hard to connect la, not like MAC or what. Dunno why they must have network name and still can't connect! Give up in the end and just concentrated on our work. Haha, we broke the rules by smuggling food into the room, and almost got locked in the library cause we didn't know they were closing so early and we didn't hear the announcement cause we're having so much fun crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to eat ice monster for the first time in my life haha. Heard mixed reviews about it so I'm quite excited to try it since I did not get to try the famous mango shaved ice in Taiwan. And it's realllly GOOD. OMG, the moment I tasted the durian, I could have died and gone to heaven straight. Loitered around bugis area after our fulfilling dessert cause it's hard to find a place to settle down for the 10 of us, especially when we're a crazy bunch of people haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo349.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo349.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out with the delicious people today at Vivo. Seriously, I think time flies damn fast with this group of people cause we can really crap the phonebook. Our karma level is so high until it have already reached the core of the sun haha. Caught the movie 12 rounds too. Had no idea what it was initially but it was a really action packed show, until it made me giddy. Dinner was at marche and I had a rosti since God knows when. Camwhored there with many unglam pics and even more unglam 'confessions' in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo350.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun begins because we all turned into models and started posing at the open space area outside like Heroes or America's next top model haha. Anyway everyone said that I am the most modelesque in terms of poses, I think I really threw all my face away cause passerbys are laughing at us, thinking that we are crazy. Slacked the rest of the day at coffee bean and played fun games in chinese lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I'm really glad that God had placed all these wonderful people into my life. If I had not become a christian, I'm very sure that I would still be the old me, introverted, anti-social, and idiotic. I would not get to enjoy the life that I'm living now and would in turn be a very miserable person. I'm glad that God changed my character and personality and made me realised that life can be more colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish that this week can be on repeat mode, where I get to see my friends every week routinely, like going for service and cell group. But of course things don't work out like we wished they could. I'm really thankful for the old friends that I have because I believe that strong friendships can withstand the test of time, and it did just that for me. I'm saying that because it's the easiest to hang out with people who are in the same phase as you, like your classmates in school or your army friends in your unit, but once everyone have got out of that phase, they will all take different paths and thus, have different schedules and that makes meeting up difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to really still be in close touch with old friends, I feel really blessed, even though there are times where I envy people who seem to be more socially active or have a larger social circle than me. But I'm just reminded that life is unfair, God doesn't give everybody the same amount of friends and the same type of friends, he gives us what he feels is the right amount for us. So I should really count my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course life is not all rosy for me, I do have friends and cliques that I've drifted away during the past few years but I'm happy overall because I know that I've stuck with the right groups of people, and I believed that God had a hand in this. I wouldn't know what would happen if I stuck with the wrong group, and to suffer the consequences now. Besides, I do not have any form of control over this kinda thing so I just have to take things in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enuff of my theories. I recently just chanced upon a korean shopping site and the things there are really DAMN NICE. I am falling in love with the things there already and I'm on impulse to clear my bank account to acquire those beauties. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's ok to shop now cause I only have two pair of shoes now, compared to other people who have like 5 or more. So I think my reasons are justified. Besides, the bag I'm using now belongs to my sis actually and it's causing my shoulders to be deformed by the weight of it when I carry my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that Ben's not going to china anymore. YAY, means more chilling out with the gang like late night pool sessions at east coast muhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-8862909171412707410?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/8862909171412707410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=8862909171412707410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8862909171412707410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8862909171412707410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-loving-this-week-cause-i-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-2595453176856093330</id><published>2009-03-22T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:51:55.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've eaten so much macdonalds this week, to be exact, I've eaten macdonald 7 days in a row, so much until I can win the honorary macdonald customer award and sign up for the mcCARD membership liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel a bad sorethroat coming. Better make a visit to the cooling tea shop if not I will sound like 50 cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of the delicious peeps are currently dying under the widespread infection of project mania and yours truly is not spared from the massacre of innocent brain cells either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, at least I get to meet some of my lovely friends from the animal farm today! AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I SAW THE JAPANESE BACKSIDE CLEANING TOILET! I'm not sure that's the real and actual name though hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt resist and whipped out my PHONE(not the other '*****' that you perverted minds are thinking) and started taking a few pics to share with you guys the coolest toilet technology my eyeballs have ever lay sight upon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD THE BEAUTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo340-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo340-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you cannot be ever more frustrated that your shit cannot come out, what's worse is that you have to read and understand the following instructions pasted on the wall, which is going to make u so irritated that you probably suck back all the shit that almost reached immigration point and onto a better world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo342-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo342-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought this is for people to put their babies in, but then I remember that this is the men's toilet, so not possible hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo343-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo343-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is omu rice, if you're wondering from shokudo, and it's not bad, although the rice is too small for a hungry man like me and the chicken is quite tasteless and charred haha. I never get to eat my omelette!!! ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo345-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo345-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, meow meow passed me this kinder surprise, so old school can, dunno when's the last time I ate this jewel, must be so long ago like maybe during the Japanese invasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of that jewel it birthed forth another jewel......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo344-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo344-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa!!! I haven give it a name yet so it's called nameless for now hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-2595453176856093330?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/2595453176856093330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=2595453176856093330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2595453176856093330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2595453176856093330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-eaten-so-much-macdonalds-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-9061266059206521387</id><published>2009-03-18T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:25:39.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOOO I just cleared another milestone in my life, and that is to taste the juiciest prawn I've ever eaten and also the nicest chocolate fondue I've tasted haha. It's seriously good, maybe there's better ones out there but it'll cost more I'm sure. And I paid a huge sum of money for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2330-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_2330-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2295-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_2295-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2266-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_2266-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist the view of the hotel so I took some pics, hope it'll look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2366-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_2366-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2393-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_2393-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2386-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_2386-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly it's me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-9061266059206521387?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/9061266059206521387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=9061266059206521387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/9061266059206521387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/9061266059206521387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/03/ooooo-i-just-cleared-another-milestone.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-5329022938903326953</id><published>2009-03-11T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:38:17.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOAH, looks like I've neglected this poor blog for a week. Well, reasons are because I'm busy having fun and also with assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about assignments, I'm soooo sian, like a dead fish u know? that I didn't score High Distinction for my OB assignment. It's like when the teacher is flashing names on the screen for reason he did not state but everyone kinda knew, I was hoping that my name would appear HAHAHA, but it didn't. The feeling is so heavy I felt that titanic was above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, besides rushing for project deadlines, I also had fun, think I mentioned it above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMBRE with COOL people. It was just plain fun with these peeps. Camwhored alot and also shared our musicality alot too. Drink Drank and Drunk ok, not true for the drunk part but it's really nice, although the weather really poured cold water on us, pun intended, as it was raining and being the ALWAYS NICE JIANRONG LOOOL, I stood at the corner absorbing the rain water that attacked me like I was pizza to them or something, I couldn't even sit down cause the seats are overflowing with water. BUT, the company made everything dissapear ahhaa. Glenn and Erika even performed with Sara wee OK. Not everyone gets that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1050-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_1050-6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1023-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_1023-6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1014-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_1014-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had self-indulgent fun at the SAIL at Marina bay. It's also another night of alcohol for me. I've been drinking and drinking I think my liver is going to go on strike for me. It was definitely sinful in terms of beverages and food. Like Pizza hut, KFC and Baileys. What a potent combination. haha, made a new friend too, and soon to be my BEST FRIEND I HOPE LOL, then we can go shopping at hilton hotel club 21 and buy our gucci shoes and bags HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one not a very nice experience. I have once again displayed the beautiful and lost art of getting lost in Singapore, this time with the help of bus 23. Ok, story is, I was supposed to meet my friends at boon keng, I got dropped off at some place which is supposedly near boon keng but after looking around for clues, I realised it's damn near my house LOl. But in the end I decided to take bus 23 because it's the only bus at that bus stop and it goes to the stop that I assumed was where I'm supposed to alight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the journey begin and I'm familiar with some of the buildings.....until I ended up at Boon keng. Now the horror begins. I was quite confident that the bus stop that stopped at Boon keng wasn't the one that I got off the other time, so I did not get off the bus, and alas, to my horror, the bus continue to drive to macpherson and on to the expressway and back to the place where I boarded the bus, just the opposite side, and went all the way to tampines interchange without stopping. GGGGGGGGG YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really amazed at my directional skills. I can get lost anywhere, even in a 4 x4 square. I've gotten lost in my own neighbourhood, in pasir ris, in clark quay and many other areas. I deserve a Nobel prize award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught push yesterday and it was quite dissapointing to me. The storyline was draggy and not exciting, and there were many loose ends. Even dakota fanning looked like Golum's daughter to me. I think Joanne's going to kill me for saying this abt the movie cause Chris Evan's in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at airport today to discuss project but once again we ended up crapping with our favourite WHAT IF hyposthesis haha....we are damn good at digressing can...we can link girlfriend problems to horror ghost stories to holidays to childhood cartoons etc..we also played the word linking game in Chinese and I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to catch The Watchmen later with colin they all but the plan got cancelled last minute. Looks like I'm not fated to watch that show, maybe the movie gods are helping me to save money as I heard the reviews for this show is quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least there's American Idol tonight! Can't wait to see what my faves Allison and Adam will sing tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-5329022938903326953?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/5329022938903326953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=5329022938903326953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5329022938903326953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5329022938903326953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/03/woah-looks-like-ive-neglected-this-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-5928947769216909341</id><published>2009-03-03T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:18:08.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an undying love with dim sum. Whoever thought of creating the siew mai or xiao long bao is a genius with the wisdom of confucious and buddha indeed. The joys of savouring the rich explosive taste of dim sum in your mouth, with each bite you can feel the luscious soft feel of the meat and the crunchy zestyness of the fried skin, oh my love for you dim sum have grown to unmountable heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy this craving, I went to Chinatown Yumcha restaurant with the oishiis to indulge in this delightful moment. It's definitely worth the buck that you are paying for, considering that it cost me 10 bucks just to eat siew mai, har gao, chee cheong fun, some melon stick and char siew bao and I still have to share. But for this buffet, I only pay for 20 bucks and I ate like 5 times more than what I ate at wen dao shi. I would definitely go there again one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can one do when at a dim sum restaurant other than to vorage through the food like a vulture who has not seen food in a millenium, ok, I'm exaggerating LOL. But seriously, I ate alot of food I sincerely felt my chair sunk at one point of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0442-4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0442-4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just some of the dim sums that fell victim to us. The food was quite good, the standard is not bad, and worth it somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0481-22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0481-22.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The xiao long bao was as good as dian xiao er, and alot of cheaper than the price they charge at crystal jade or dian xiao er, who thinks they have gold in their baos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0472-20-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0472-20-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one dish that made me went briefly to heaven was the double boiled soup with bamboo. OMG that dish is orgasmic I tell you, the stock is so rich with the flavour of the bamboo, and the chicken meat so succulent and fully absorbed by the soup, I can just die there haha. If only my maid can cook this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0469-18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0469-18.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dish that really made me go wow is this fried roll with juicy prawn meat and rich mango cubes. The combination really worked and it tasted really really good. Writing this now made me want to go back to eat that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fulfilling meal, we decided to go for a walk around Chinatown and I decide to take this chance to take some nice photos. Instantly fell in love with the vintage shophouses sprawled along the tight street and instantly put my camera to work. Here are some shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0656-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0656-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0653-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0653-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0674-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0674-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0682-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0682-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked past this place that has a corner that's completely blue and everyone was straight away drawn to that place for camwhoring. I was asked to pose against the background because my tee shirt colour was very similar as you can see in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0693-7-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0693-7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked somemore and I took some interesting shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0719-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0719-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0720-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0720-9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0728-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0728-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0730-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0730-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this pig look sad? or does it look like a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0733-13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0733-13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very vintage coins dating all the way back from 1902 or earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we decided to go sing ktv at partyworld, but we went scouting at Kbox and the 10 dollar ktv before deciding to stick to partyworld. 4 hours of LAUGHTER, FUN AND UNGLAM MOMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came out with a hoarse voice before slacking at mac and catching the last train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decaydance the day away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-5928947769216909341?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/5928947769216909341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=5928947769216909341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5928947769216909341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5928947769216909341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-undying-love-with-dim-sum.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-2203643983344849215</id><published>2009-02-28T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:08:49.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allright, my blog had a little big of hiccups in terms of the skin, well, what happened was that I tried to edit the template of my new skin but something went horribly wrong and what you saw previously if you visited my blog was the result of a horrible html massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to resurrect this blog with this neat tidy blogskin which I hope shall stay forever but I know I will once again fall victim to future blogskins that will catch my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To update this week, I finally went past the hurdle of the mid term for my first semester, all the tests and project assignments are over, after 2 years in the army, I wasn't prepared for the lifestyle of a student who had to last minute edit his work and check for mistakes, I'm glad I managed to submit it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to celebrate this wonderful time of temporary relaxation, At0M had our first photoshoot where everyone can make it this time! The first time was just some test shots with Al but this time was the whole gang. We chose Supreme court for our destination because the place is quite vintage and had a very mysterious authoritarian feel to it, just right for our magician theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was personally quite excited for the shoot because from all the previous times I take photographs, my pictures turned out very dark when at night, which caused me to hate taking night pictures. But after a friend helped me to figure out a mode to take pics at night, I was excited to test the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photoshoot took abt 4 hrs to complete. It was definitely tedious work. WE didnt't just took photos, but also recorded some videos of the gang performing magic. WE even saw this girl having her own photoshoot with her photographers, their equipment is like totally top grade and their extra equipment is like bigger than my dslr already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was like so funny, there u have us doing magic tricks at the center, the girl having her photoshoot, and the other corner there was a bunch of malays playing guitar and singing songs LOL, it was like 3 different groups doing 3 different stuffs at the same time but at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I took like 255 pics in total, and I thought I took 400 pics. But I shall post some of the pics here for u guys to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0161-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0161-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you ATOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0071-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0071-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0097-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0097-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0326-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_0326-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture was when we started to get bored and decided to burn flash paper, we like burned two black spots la, but it was fun, the paper took really long to burn and you won't know when the paper will ignite and burn by itself, so it was really time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped the shoot at 10.30 and I went to citylink Starbucks to find the rest, who were celebrating the end of our OB assignment submission. Everyone was like DEAD when I got there, cause everyone of us was like chionging our project haha. Stayed for a while before leaving to play left4dead at paradiz. This time I did not die hahahaha, managed to escape all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NAFA area to find sean who was there eating and took the nightrider home. Long day and tired, but I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next photoshoot with Alternative Press! It's going to be cool man, better enjoy before the stress of the group project for OB starts to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-2203643983344849215?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/2203643983344849215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=2203643983344849215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2203643983344849215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2203643983344849215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/02/allright-my-blog-had-little-big-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-1593890328168007031</id><published>2009-02-23T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:59:54.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been 4 days since I last gave this blog a kick so let's blog. OB is like slaughtering everyone in school right now, everyone's rushing out their assignments, including yours truely. And there's business stats to revise through, I'm beginning to catch no ball already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a gamer you would know that left4dead is hooking everyone up, or mainly guys, into addiction. Lan shops are praising the gaming Gods for granting them another chance to earn more money with this new game. The game borrows the same mechanics and engine as counterstrike, but with a scary soundtrack and pulsating action, it's bound to be a hit, and it did. I played that game like 3 times in 1 week?? LOL, where I'm supposed to be a hardworking mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oishiians celebrated irv's and kl's birthday too on monday, there was no signs of monday blues, at least for the celebration. But I guess birthday surprises are always hard to coordinate, there were a few incidents that kinda gave the clue, like the card with the name dropped onto the floor during the lecture, the cake being visible from a certain position, the sudden dissapearance of everyone after lecture, but I guess they are still caught off guard, we had many crazy ideas during lunch too, I'm still hoping that the clubbing plans on sat is still on, provided that sam is able to get back to Singapore in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to post pics now, u can go see them on facebook, I'm being tagged like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for the next 2 weeks too!, first up is the ATOM photoshoot. It's been hard on al to get the rest of the crew to be available to take pictures as they have army and work commitments so this is a good chance to finally take their pics! Going to new places now to take some pics, haven't really taught of the theme but I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe next potential photoshoot is Alternative Press! I just love taking photos, especially artistic ones hahaha, and this being a band theme, I'm not really sure of any cool places to take pics. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-1593890328168007031?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/1593890328168007031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=1593890328168007031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1593890328168007031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1593890328168007031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-4-days-since-i-last-gave-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4250623949194856615</id><published>2009-02-20T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:44:35.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE WEEKENDS ARE HERE!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is a cause for celebration because I just downed my business statistics test and accounting test. Now all that's left is my OB assignment that's still half-done and not touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accounting test was held at the grand hall at 7pm. Yes, you did not read wrong. It's really held at 7pm. First time having a test so late into the night, but I'm glad to say that I'm confident that I can score a high distinction for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us delicious peeps went to Holland V to have dinner after the grueling test. Went to coldrock to chill. Omg, the ice cream there is like so overpriced. Imagine paying 10 bucks for a small cup of ice cream. Lucky I had the intuition and ended up with a banana split, but it's equally expensive la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere wasn't so good to chill so we shifted to Starbucks haha. Poor lah, cannot afford to go all the high class bars like wala wala. had LOADS of laughter there. And there's lik 2 person occupying this huge area with lots of sofas while the group of us have to squeeze onto combines tables and stolen chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I think I got high or something. I said Lion as Lao Hu in chinese and mistook pisces for the crab looking zodiac sign. I even got the order of the zodiac animals wrong la. I became the joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone dispersed I went to wen dao shi at geylang area near my house to have some dim sum, of course I'm not alone. Nice food over there, everyone should go there to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, ran out of topics to blog, maybe whoever's reading this can help me decide whether should I spend 188 bucks to go to coldplay's concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4250623949194856615?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4250623949194856615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4250623949194856615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4250623949194856615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4250623949194856615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekends-are-here-woohoo-ok-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-8760544292000977631</id><published>2009-02-17T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:18:06.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live N Loaded was the blast. I never thought that the skills of local bands can be as good as overseas, but I'm proven wrong haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage was hot, with adrenaline pumped music and worked up crowd, it made the experience enjoyable, thanks to Glenn for inviting me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met barn and aaron before going to mediacorp. Man, the spiralling slope uphill took forever and our legs were breaking halfway through. And the people living there are uber rich, like you walk for 10 minutes and you only cover like 1 house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some of glenn's friends before going into the studio, was afraid that I could not bring in my dslr but I'm glad they allowed us to bring in, but cannot use flash, duh, lucky got macson help me to set the settings, if not I can't imagine how my pics would turn out seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show had many bands performing and glenn and erika's band, alternative press, was the 2nd last band to perform, they even have a board for support! I think I'm boring with just words, the pics shall do the talking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr9deBmywI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JdOvO7SYobM/s1600-h/IMG_9336-3-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr9deBmywI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JdOvO7SYobM/s400/IMG_9336-3-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303830193900014338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr9aNVw_wI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gnT_BBySu3M/s1600-h/IMG_9334-2-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr9aNVw_wI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gnT_BBySu3M/s400/IMG_9334-2-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303830137881558786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr9ZbAGc1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0aAchEZuUuI/s1600-h/IMG_9333-1-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr-3H2APjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nllp2N_PtzM/s400/IMG_9453-35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831734133997106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr-2whJ-pI/AAAAAAAAAHk/saPzfah6nmk/s1600-h/IMG_9448-32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr-2whJ-pI/AAAAAAAAAHk/saPzfah6nmk/s400/IMG_9448-32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831727872539282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr-2xHm95I/AAAAAAAAAHc/uv7Ilh2qvOc/s1600-h/IMG_9412-22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr-2xHm95I/AAAAAAAAAHc/uv7Ilh2qvOc/s400/IMG_9412-22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831728033822610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr-2n9i2wI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Tw0CI4JEGrU/s1600-h/IMG_9362-9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr-2n9i2wI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Tw0CI4JEGrU/s400/IMG_9362-9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831725575691010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesomeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-8760544292000977631?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/8760544292000977631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=8760544292000977631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8760544292000977631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8760544292000977631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-n-loaded-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SZr9deBmywI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JdOvO7SYobM/s72-c/IMG_9336-3-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-7098857814905770653</id><published>2009-02-15T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:23:06.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess alot of people must have blogged about how they spent their valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, how did I spend my valentine's day? I didn't really spent it on the actual day itself but rather on Friday, but before u misunderstand, I spent it with FRIENDS, not LOVERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a FUN night watching slumdog millionaire with the usuals and like what wilson said, I got more than what I've bargained for. It was indeed a 'sensory' treat LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go home after that but found out that my friends are gonna chill the night away so I joined them at TCC at raffles. I think God took pity on this poor lonely soul because the bill did not include my raspberry chocolate frappe, which btw I think tasted not to my liking haha, was never a fan of TCC anyway, I even left that place before after settling in on their cushions minutes after LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started talking about their ideal partner and mine would be japanese, no princess attitude, no smoking, must be filial to parents, must love MUSIC, have good fashion sense, be honest etc....and we sort of made a pact to come back every valentine's day to commemorate our single's integrity LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a tour around town seriously, from TCC to macdonalds to asian civilisation museum to the bridges to esplanade and clifford pier, and eventually back to boat quay, loads of laughter and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 4.30am and slept like a pig till sat muhahaha, love this kinda lifestyle, cherish whenever such opportunity to sleep as long as I want all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of updates, it's time to blog abt something else, and since it's valentine's day, I'm going to blog about LOVE. HAHHAA, Ok, before u laugh, I know it's ironic that I, a self-proclaimed fashionable modern day monk, will blog about something that I swear I will not enter into even with a ten foot pole, but well, what I said will be from observations and stuff, not from my personal experiences haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've always been a person who doesn't believe in true love, probably the only person with true love is GOD, but as humans, I believe that it's virtually impossible to love one another till the day we die. I've seen many couples who are my friends who had relationships lasting for many many years but ultimately no matter how sweet or strong the love is, the couple still breaks up in the end, bringing hurt and pain that will last for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that supposed 'love' is only an infatuation, or a crush? I think many people might assume that crush to be love, how can say u love someone when the moment u set ur eye on that person u fell in love? You don't even know how that person is, character and such, or what kind of background he has, etc etc. And even if u gradually love someone through constant interaction, how long will that love last? Until you get sick of that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I know that being in love is a very wonderful thing, it seems like all your troubles go away and stuff, and u are willing to spend every moment with ur loved one and sacrificing precious things just for that moments, but is it worth it? Does the opposite side appreciate what you are doing? Or does he/she take it for granted? The things that you sacrifice might not be attainable again once you sacrificed it, but as for a relationship, you can always find a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to me is also a scary thing. There are so many stories of couples committing suicide or even contemplating murder once the relationship goes awry. Or things just get very ugly during a break up, and sometimes I feel that the guy will always be at the losing end, even if it's the girl who initiated it or is at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've also seen people who have loving marriages until old age, I believe that is really rare and cannot be taken for granted. It's like you have succeeded in achieving success in one part of life. I, for one, believe that that part will always remain void, and it's on purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-7098857814905770653?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/7098857814905770653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=7098857814905770653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7098857814905770653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7098857814905770653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-guess-alot-of-people-must-have.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-5730582251367405663</id><published>2009-02-10T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:05:18.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where do you see yourself in 10 year's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that's a question that many people have asked or have been asked. Everytime when I hear that question I will be in a state of blurness. I always thought that I would definitely know the answer to that...but the fact is I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel like that but ever since secondary school I have always been visioning myself as a performer, travelling around the world performing for people to see, and until now I still have that passion to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for the fame or anything. It's just my PASSION. I love to travel, seriously if I have the money I would quit school and just travel all around the world documenting my adventures. The world is so big, why limit my eyes to just HDBs or kopitiams? I want to explore the world, go places that I can never imagine myself going, and doing music at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where I just resign to fate, living in Singapore where life is so black and white, everyone is following the same path until their grave, there is no fun to why they are living. But I wanna live a life doing what I love, which is playing music, but that seems to be very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-5730582251367405663?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/5730582251367405663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=5730582251367405663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5730582251367405663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5730582251367405663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-do-you-see-yourself-in-10-years.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-1263684541997448659</id><published>2009-02-06T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:34:18.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOO, I'm managed to catch THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON~~~~, I had been anticipating it for a very long time since I saw the trailer in January and now it's finally out, I'm so happy I managed to watch it hahaha, was quite worried that tickets will be out cause it's such a popular show but I got good seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Underworld sometime before that too but sadly it wasn't up to my expectations, the whole show was boring and dim and the vampires look like chickens with no powers at all, basically on the same level as humans haha. And the lycans are super buffed up like wolverines in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests and assignment deadlines are coming up so I gotta buck up and start putting in MORE EFFORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, below is some lomofied pictures which I've edited haha, I'm so into lomofying every picture I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3639lomo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_3639lomo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6777lomo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_6777lomo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9226lomo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_9226lomo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofDSC09716lomo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/CopyofDSC09716lomo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7021lomo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_7021lomo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW DID I SAY I'M GOING TO FALL OUT BOY CONCERT!!?!?!?!?!?:?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-1263684541997448659?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/1263684541997448659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=1263684541997448659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1263684541997448659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1263684541997448659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/02/wooooooo-im-managed-to-catch-curious.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-2600368401807698120</id><published>2009-02-01T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:41:46.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I have neglected this little blog for a week! so now it's time to do a looooong update haha. I think it's the most detailed update I've done in a long time so please tolerate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a series of fortunate events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oishii's shopping trip to NTUC to get stuff for our CNY steamboat. Lots of camwhoring as usual which started at the bus stop. I shall let the pics do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbAt_EJI/AAAAAAAAACU/ryPujb8ETAQ/s1600-h/100_0273-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbAt_EJI/AAAAAAAAACU/ryPujb8ETAQ/s320/100_0273-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297877395720573074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbSB5bmI/AAAAAAAAACk/bKzysplNmZE/s1600-h/100_0344-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbSB5bmI/AAAAAAAAACk/bKzysplNmZE/s320/100_0344-45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297877400367492706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbYKNyaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vw1VV6lxvGs/s1600-h/100_0276-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbYKNyaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vw1VV6lxvGs/s320/100_0276-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297877402012993954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Celebrated Ym's birthday too! Sean had this cool idea that we should do a picnic so we ended up at esplanade. Haha, I'm tired now so I'll just post photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbvPJwgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AKEAXhPeafI/s1600-h/100_0353-54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbvPJwgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AKEAXhPeafI/s320/100_0353-54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297877408207716866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbgaDPiI/AAAAAAAAACs/SkmkpPYP9MA/s1600-h/100_0349-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbgaDPiI/AAAAAAAAACs/SkmkpPYP9MA/s320/100_0349-50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297877404226895394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXYjWGzJqI/AAAAAAAAADE/oAOefE-4Lgc/s1600-h/100_0361-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXYjWGzJqI/AAAAAAAAADE/oAOefE-4Lgc/s320/100_0361-62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297878638412375714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXYjQ-D_dI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2t5PuPoP1-k/s1600-h/100_0365-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXYjQ-D_dI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2t5PuPoP1-k/s320/100_0365-66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297878637033553362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXYjjxaz_I/AAAAAAAAADM/fBgEf_tQ9D8/s1600-h/29012009035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXYjjxaz_I/AAAAAAAAADM/fBgEf_tQ9D8/s320/29012009035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297878642080796658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went clubbing at Dbl 0 for the first time after that. Haha, in fact, it's my first time going clubbing. Oh man it's so addictive! The music was good, the crowd wasn't, and the price definetly turned me off haha, but I don't mind going again =D. Left the club at 1.30am before going home on a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We had PINK day too, where everyone in Oishii is to wear pink or red to school! Lesson was interesting but that's not the main point, the main point is that we headed down to Irvin's house for our steamboat. The journey was super long but it was worth it! Took damn lots of photos there, having so much fun and I think I broke my own camwhoring record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZis864xI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IzeGw6Pg1aw/s1600-h/IMG_9084-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZis864xI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IzeGw6Pg1aw/s320/IMG_9084-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297879726876713746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZieKQIyI/AAAAAAAAADs/Nc5Ss0wb8dE/s1600-h/IMG_9226-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZieKQIyI/AAAAAAAAADs/Nc5Ss0wb8dE/s320/IMG_9226-30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297879722906100514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZiB7VaDI/AAAAAAAAADk/OBLMRVaD1Yw/s1600-h/IMG_9279-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZiB7VaDI/AAAAAAAAADk/OBLMRVaD1Yw/s320/IMG_9279-37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297879715327338546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZiDXoIqI/AAAAAAAAADc/0ILTsLaG2h4/s1600-h/IMG_9147-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZiDXoIqI/AAAAAAAAADc/0ILTsLaG2h4/s320/IMG_9147-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297879715714441890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZh0Ez0oI/AAAAAAAAADU/k9g_7Yy9Yxc/s1600-h/IMG_9070-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZh0Ez0oI/AAAAAAAAADU/k9g_7Yy9Yxc/s320/IMG_9070-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297879711608984194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZ4u8gKJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/maVnPSimAX8/s1600-h/IMG_9041-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXZ4u8gKJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/maVnPSimAX8/s320/IMG_9041-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297880105368955026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed till 11 plus only to realised that there's no more train home. Slacked at macdonalds till 2am before we decided to headed home on dear old nightrider while talking ghost stories haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Saturday was animal farm CNY visiting! not everyone managed to go visiting this year though, bummer, including myself, did not managed to visit everyone's house because I had to go for service, took a cab from pasir ris and coincidentally saw joanne on the bus next to me at the red light LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdAH0XcfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8iziPJRfZRk/s1600-h/Photo327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdAH0XcfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8iziPJRfZRk/s320/Photo327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297883530839683570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXc_tB2-nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wirPers6F_c/s1600-h/Photo325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXc_tB2-nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wirPers6F_c/s320/Photo325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297883523648518770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdX7NQgsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RDd9-P743-Q/s1600-h/Photo320-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdX7NQgsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RDd9-P743-Q/s320/Photo320-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297883939771286210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdXyFBheI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9HHKhuoezkM/s1600-h/Photo322-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdXyFBheI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9HHKhuoezkM/s320/Photo322-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297883937320830434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service decided to send sean off to brunei instead of going back to eastpoint for buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXc_XIwg3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iGQy67p0MX8/s1600-h/DSC09962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXc_XIwg3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/iGQy67p0MX8/s320/DSC09962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297883517771875186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXc_M2ptAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6GoPZaqgbhI/s1600-h/DSC09958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXc_M2ptAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6GoPZaqgbhI/s320/DSC09958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297883515011576834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXc_vpBqdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pqaaiIxQ5Cs/s1600-h/DSC09965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXc_vpBqdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pqaaiIxQ5Cs/s320/DSC09965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297883524349667794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. CG steamboat! This year not many people came so it was a bummer as well. But nevetheless those who came to support had lots of fun. Shang helped us set up a free KTV! Sang like nobody's business even though the songs are limited. Didn't join them for MJ though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdw8P5NII/AAAAAAAAAFM/fZVq5W6uATM/s1600-h/100_0377-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdw8P5NII/AAAAAAAAAFM/fZVq5W6uATM/s320/100_0377-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297884369547506818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdwCSja0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JYH8nNx3jBk/s1600-h/100_0381-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdwCSja0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JYH8nNx3jBk/s320/100_0381-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297884353989405506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdvGQ2gXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rpZfjefmNwg/s1600-h/100_0379-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdvGQ2gXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rpZfjefmNwg/s320/100_0379-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297884337876140402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to wilson's house for CNY Steamboat too. I just love his house!! It's so cosy and comfortable. I don't mind being a maid there. Haha, anyway food's great, company's great, what more can I ask for? Can't wait for the next time man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed alot when we are playing 21 in his guest room. Anyway the photos are here again haha, the quality of the pics sucks! Therefore I used an antique function to make it look nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdy69TGlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QCY9aTKc9p0/s1600-h/100_0383-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdy69TGlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QCY9aTKc9p0/s320/100_0383-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297884403560815186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdxn7LiRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MD2q2gZ_chQ/s1600-h/100_0389-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXdxn7LiRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MD2q2gZ_chQ/s320/100_0389-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297884381271787794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXegEhNUsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NNQt2nWywac/s1600-h/100_0413-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXegEhNUsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NNQt2nWywac/s320/100_0413-37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297885179221463746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXef_E_L4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Gzu0IfvPin8/s1600-h/100_0399-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXef_E_L4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Gzu0IfvPin8/s320/100_0399-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297885177760919426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXef-SyqLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lv5hkk_ceWg/s1600-h/100_0391-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXef-SyqLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lv5hkk_ceWg/s320/100_0391-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297885177550383282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXef4X2xCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JUmpsBvGJWU/s1600-h/100_0397-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXef4X2xCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JUmpsBvGJWU/s320/100_0397-22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297885175961011234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright folks, that's all for my CNY celebrations. It's the best so far this year for me. I spent 1 hr doing up this blog entry so please appreciate it!!!!! kthxbai I got class tommorow in da morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-2600368401807698120?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/2600368401807698120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=2600368401807698120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2600368401807698120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2600368401807698120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-i-have-neglected-this-little.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SYXXbAt_EJI/AAAAAAAAACU/ryPujb8ETAQ/s72-c/100_0273-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-1880670708011120723</id><published>2009-01-26T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:09:27.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SX4KI4NNMSI/AAAAAAAAACM/9oS47MNMNqk/s1600-h/Photo308copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SX4KI4NNMSI/AAAAAAAAACM/9oS47MNMNqk/s320/Photo308copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295681359477289250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath after I got home. A gambling den set in the middle of my room! Picture has been edited this way to protect the identities of the invadaaaarrrss. Tommorow's going to be worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-1880670708011120723?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/1880670708011120723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=1880670708011120723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1880670708011120723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1880670708011120723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/01/aftermath-after-i-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SX4KI4NNMSI/AAAAAAAAACM/9oS47MNMNqk/s72-c/Photo308copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4371266317596436777</id><published>2009-01-24T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:57:36.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy CNY everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my first reunion dinner with my paternal side. It was steamboat as usual but this time there's chocolate fondue! Anyway I think I have been gorging myself with loads of unhealthy artery clogging belly growing food nowadays. Like 1 week of consecutive fried western food for lunch and chocolates and chips for midnight snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be the 2nd reunion dinner at my maternal side. I can already predict growing another 2 kg after tommorow cause there's most likely going to be loads of my favourite foods like satay and chicken wings for my consumption haha. My tummy's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week is going to be relaxed! No school cause of Chu 1 to Chu 3 and schools' only on thursday and friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First half of the CNY week will be spent with family visitations and having fun with the usual cuzzies, while the 2nd half of the CNY week will be spent celebrating with friends! I hope I can collect enough ang bao money this coming week to recover all the financial expenses I'm going to spend this week hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't really like it when 2 or more things clash on the same day. It sucks for me because I don't wish to hurt any involved parties by pungsehing them whatsoever but at the same time I can't split my body into many many parts and distribute them to the various parts of Singapore but I guess it's better than having nothing at all. This once again shows me that there are so many things that I wish I could have control over but sadly I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tasted a single bit of that cancer inducing bak kua but I guess it will soon be invading my stomach very soon. I need to run 92873895 times around the Earth to burn all that FAT I've gained during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my OG is having this cool idea if wearing RED together on friday. HAHA, cool or what!? Imagine a group of people wearing RED sitting together in the lecture hall. People confirm think we're attention seeking lowlife creatures HAHA. Btw I'm very glad I have an OG which I can really click with and crap. My body temperature already dropped many degrees celsius below zero just from their lame and cold jokes. And I'm thankful it's not such a super big group like 20 over people because that would be very difficult to bond with every single one of them, which makes the friendship very corporate and general. But all this is because I prayed consistently for the same specific things 2 months before sch starts ok! So prayer actually works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to shuddup now and get my beauty sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4371266317596436777?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4371266317596436777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4371266317596436777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4371266317596436777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4371266317596436777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny-everyone-just-finished-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-7587737781588715578</id><published>2009-01-20T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:39:09.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My neck is aching like mad. Must be I woke up on the wrong side of bed. And now it's getting worse, I feel like my head could drop any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really FLIES. It's already the 3rd week of school and just when I thought all the festivities are over like XMAS and NYE, there's CNY coming up. Another excuse to binge on the fatty bak kua and sinful CNY delicacies like pineapple tarts. And also the happy collection of hopefully big fat red ang baos with loads of 50 dollar notes stuffed inside hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been catching lots of movies since I started school. First movie was on the first day of sch, Ponyo by the sea of the cliff, then it was 7 pounds on wednesday. Then last monday it was Ong bak 2 and just yesterday I watched Red Cliff 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY celebrations are also under planning. Hopefully none of these plans clash but so far so good. My recent visit to Pull and Bear dissapointed me terribly. The clothes have all dissapeared!, leaving all the lousy designs hanging on the rack. What happened to my monster series and my superhero series!?!?!!? To think I wanted to shop for some new tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at ken's hse today with the cuzzies, followed by a sumptuous dinner at Thai Village at cineleisure by tagging aunt along haha. I can't believe the entire dinner costs 300+. Well, there's sharks fin, crab noodles, braised seaweed and all the other expensive stuff.....and there's a huge ass shark's fin the vertical length of a human at the front display! Imagine how long and big is the actual shark.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I blabbered enough rubbish for today. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-7587737781588715578?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/7587737781588715578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=7587737781588715578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7587737781588715578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7587737781588715578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-neck-is-aching-like-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-7942321838234358775</id><published>2009-01-13T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:22:57.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My calculator is my new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently slowly drowning in a pool of numbers and numbers and more numbers. Gosh, how I hate accounting and business statistics haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was the one who chose this course so I got nothing to complain about haha. Anyway, Business stats is actually quite okie, just don't quite understand the probability crap. Gonna go study at singpost this time again!, I guess uni is really different. IN poly you have tutorials whereby your teacher will go through the questions...but in uni, there's only lectures in SIM and the lecturer does not go through any questions at ALL, maybe only 1 or 2. But there's like over 50 questions in the book so if you don't buy the book and do the questions, you will be left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's timetable is also going to be quite slack, no school on tues and wed! Gosh, what a waste of time! I hope the next sem won't be so FREE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-7942321838234358775?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/7942321838234358775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=7942321838234358775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7942321838234358775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7942321838234358775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-calculator-is-my-new-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4368778246185147701</id><published>2009-01-11T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:02:17.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to give this blog an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of school is finally over!!! Woohoo, time really flies man, it's not long ago that I just started my first day of school and now week 1 is already ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons so far are still manageable and even though it's an entirely new field of subjects for me, I need to put in effort to start studying! Or I will see the freshies next year in the same LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course not forgetting my lovely oishiians whom we chop seats for those who are late and seat together during all the lectures. I guess that's the advantage of having a middle-sized group of friends, easier to bond and keep touch, hope we can get to bond more as the rest of the weeks go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year's been good so far fostering new friendships yet maintaining old ones haha. I realised friendship is something very fickle. One year you can be close and the next year you can be like strangers. I have people walk in to my life making me think that they are going to be friends for life only to realise after a while, we have unconciously drifted apart, and it's a sad process to go through but it's part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I'm glad I have a staple group of people that is still 'trapped' in my life haha so thank God for these sweet people. Ok, I have no idea why the direction suddenly become so EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have NO SCHOOL for the entire week but I'm gonna spend my monday studying with some of the lovely oishians then catching a movie Ong Bak2. Might be studying again on tuesday but it's not confirmed. I need to put in effort into studying!!! That shall be my motto for this 3 years haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4368778246185147701?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4368778246185147701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4368778246185147701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4368778246185147701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4368778246185147701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-give-this-blog-update.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-8223297329966146888</id><published>2009-01-07T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:45:05.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've survived the 3rd day in school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to admit that I have not totally absorbed the school lifestyle yet. It's really different from the working world haha, but much BETTER DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is the first time that I've got class at 8.30 hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business stats was CONFUSING. All the probability crap makes me very confused today. Argh, need to improve on my logic thinking. MUST GET HIGH DISTINCTION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 2.5 hr break. Went to clementi for lunch with Oishiians and omg, I think I just found thee best FISH AND CHIPS!. The fish batter is sweet and crispy on the outside, but the meat is fluffy on the inside. The fries are normal though. Went to some bookstore afterwards to get some books which is sold cheaper than popular. I didn't buy though, cause dearest alvin is lending them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we also had the first lesson for accounting. All the terms sounded familiar to me as I've encountered them in Wrist Far East before but the lecturer was seriously wasting alot of time, to be exact, he wasted 1 hr out of the 3 hr allocated for this lecture to do what? GET TO KNOW YOUR NEIGHBOURS MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the oishiians went down to cineleisure thereafter to meet up with joanne first to buy tickets for our movie, 7 POUNDS. Headed to BBQ korean restaurant for dinner, where zhicao and vincent came to join us. Everyone was divided into families ahha, cause we splitted up to buy the family meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOADS OF LAUGHTER AND FUN ensued. WE can crap from how the name RED HILL AND QUEENSTOWN originated to people jumping down from buildings haha. Camwhored there too. We had so much fun crapping we forgot abt the movie timing LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the theatre late and the movie 7 POUNDS already started. Gosh, I caught no balls in the beginning because we missed the begiining. The pace of the movie was very slow and draggy, and somewhat boring. You'll be TOTALLY LOST if you don't understand what happened at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even slept through the movie halfway haha, but the thought of not wanting to waste the 6 bucks I've spent on the ticket jolted me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at Gloria Jeans cafe where more lame and cold jokes followed. It's SOOO COOL to be a student I tell you. Everywhere there's like student discount and promotions and I only paid 3 bucks for my drink. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the peeps decided to head home while some of us decided to go drinking. We ended up at Kion's regular pub and it was like the other pubs that I've frequented, just that the sound system is TOO LOUD, my eardrums almost burst listening to the people sing like they are opening a concert or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the place changed quite alot, there's alot of girls waiting outside the various pubs beckoning people to go in to drink, it wasn't like that last time, so I felt quite uneasy there. Anyway, I learnt a new game, playing BLUFF using DICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sucked at it so much but I was damn heng haha, everytime kena caught but I fulfilled the requirements so I didn't have to drink, but even then, I already have been drinking non stop even before we started playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had loads of fun with the Oishiians today. They were saying they want to go escape theme park next haha, we shall see =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I realised there's closet clubbers in my og. Like people you think is totally guai but they go clubbing every week that kind? so FUN. ok, I don't like to club, but I might get influenced by them since I'm already high playing with all the synthesizer sounds haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will probably be tagged in facebook so just go there to see if you wanna see pictures HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class is at 12 tml! SHIOK! Nites peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-8223297329966146888?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/8223297329966146888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=8223297329966146888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8223297329966146888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8223297329966146888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-survived-3rd-day-in-school-ok-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-2821475835419161782</id><published>2009-01-05T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:57:45.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. I got so many things I want to say first but I can't decide what to put first so I decided to combine everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed 1 hrs of LITTLE NONYA/SCHOOL IS SLACCCCCCK/SUAYNESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll start with the suayness. I dunno if it's the excitement of going to school or not because I don't remember being nervous at all, but I woke up with a bad tummy ache, not the kind that makes you want to teleport to the toilet immediately but the kind that is more like wind? The feeling is damn irritating because you can't do anything about it (I tried 3 times!) so I just gotta go to school if not I'll be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately I'm still late la, cause the pain was really excruciating by the time I got to Dover MRT so yea...what a start to school right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 2nd thing is I realised that I'm not as busy in school as I thought I would be! Cause the timetable shows all the modules but you only have to go to the ones that you're involved in so GUESS WHAT? I'M REALISED I'M DAMN FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like no school for next week and subsequent weeks only 2 days? And each lesson is only 3 hrs!?!?!? OMG LA, pay so much for WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, today's lesson was not bad, quite different from poly in terms of what I studied as I jumped field from IT to business....still can catch balls, must work hard! After school followed the oishiians around school to explore haha, everywhere we go there's FOOD!!! Feel so tempted to grab them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to library to walk walk also. After that left the oishiians to go PS TO catch PONYO. OMG I'm quite dissapointed with studio ghibli this time. I was fascinated with Spirited Away and Howl's moving castle but PONYO was just plaing boring. I almost slept many times throughout the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm supposed to be revising notes for today and tml's lecture but I'm taking a break to blog HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-2821475835419161782?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/2821475835419161782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=2821475835419161782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2821475835419161782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2821475835419161782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-1878469656717237461</id><published>2009-01-03T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:33:53.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time really flies. It's been not long ago that the year was 2008 and now it's 2009 and not only that, it's already the 4th day of the new year!?!? and the most exciting thing is that school is starting in 1 day's time!?!?!? I'm super not prepared la! I'm so going to go to school empty handed with a empty bag and an empty brain hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to the show I survived a Japanese Gameshow ahha. Must be inspired to watch that after orientation. Too bad it's only 7 episode long but it only bolsters my desire to go Japan for a holiday!!!! ARGH, I need to go there now like how u need to go to the toilet to shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what do I need for schoool....hmm. I need  new stationery, I need new foolscap paper, I need new clothes....what else? Can't think of any liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything to blog liao haha. MENTAL BLOG. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-1878469656717237461?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/1878469656717237461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=1878469656717237461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1878469656717237461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1878469656717237461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-really-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-3373069848359739559</id><published>2009-01-01T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:03:14.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR! to whoever is reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had FUN ushering in the new year. This time the venue is at vince's house. OMG I tell you his house is like a rehab center! It's full of entertainment stuff like wii, pool table that can be converted into a table tennis table, massage chair somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wii is so addictive! I adore the tennis game, the fitness game and all the other games!! And I played table tennis while ushering in the new year la, totally forgot when the clock struck 12. That's about it, festivities doesn't really make a difference to me, it's just another normal day, not that the sky is going to change colour or what, just that it's another excuse for me to party the night away~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, time for reflections of 2008. I swear I'm never going to make any more new year resolutions because I forever never get to keep them. Anyway, this year is pretty boring for me because the first half of the year was spent in the army, and the second half of the year is spent working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I know that's like uber sian way of spending the year but nevetheless I still had great fun with great company throughout this year, it made my life more colourful =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also grew a year older and that made me feel kinda sad, because it means I'm one more step closer to step into the working world and that's where all the fun in life ends. Although I still have 3 years in UNI but that's like my last chance to enjoy student life, which makes me feel envious of friends who are younger than me who like still have many opportunities ahead of them to make new friends and enjoy the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still want to thank the people who have stepped into my life this year, mainly the closer peeps from the army. Strangely, I'm not close to them when I'm in the unit due to the political environment I guess but after ORD, I seem to grow closer to them haha. Really thankful to God for blessing me with these new friends because in the army, it's not really easy to make friends because of the political nature when everyone just want to push away work and slack, or want to be excused from physical exercises which will irritate other people who have to go through the exercises etc etc. Let's take these friendships to another level shall we? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also want to thank the CG this year for their company. Ever since I came to church I seem to take the CG for granted, in terms of personal relationships. That's because I believe that the common mentality that people have is that since I get to see the CG every weekend, why should I choose to hang around the CG when at the same time I have the chance to hang around with other friends whom I don't have the opportunity to see every weekend? But this year I chose to take on a different mentality and decided to spend more time with the cg, thus I want to thank those people whom I've grew closer with this year I'm not going to name them cause I'm lazy haha but really my heartfelt appreciation for all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years of friendship and still counting. Yup, it's my poly friends. It's amazing how well we can click and all the lame jokes and stuff, and to keep that going for 5 years? I tell you it's just plain AMAZING. Haha. I don't really have to say anything here because there's really nothing much to say about these wonderful peeps. Everything's telephatically understoood man. Looking ahead for more great fun with these great peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now on to the more personal friendships I've made...in no order of preference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX: I'm known you since like seconday school! haha, strangely, we were never in the same class but we clicked so well, like a real brother. Thanks for all the concern you showed me when I was down and sorry for the times where I didn't behave like a good friend to you. I really appreciate your effort into keeping this friendship alive and I will do my part too! so Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanxian: Another bugger from seconday school I know, actually this one dates even more backwards, like primary school haha. This one I also dunno what to say HAHAHAHA, sometimes make me angry sometimes make me irritated hahahaha. How come nothing good one ah? NO la, in fact he's a nice person la, and I also never behave as a good friend to HAHA, but I think he rather someone else treat him as a good friend hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHER: Haha, I also didn't expect to grow closer to you as a friend. I guess cause we are both emo freaks and we have to see each other everyday while during our working days. But frankly I dunno why but I feel that I can share with you my problems and emo issues unlike other people whom I've known longer. Perhaps because we are kinda in the same boat in terms of our thinking hahahaha. I realised that we have alot in common too! like alternative music and tennis. Thanks for introducing to me the job and do you want a treat for that? hahahaha, also for making my life in WRIST alot more enjoyable then it would have been!. Cheers to our friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALVIN: Hahah, another good friend I've made this year. Strangely enough, I never thought that I would be close to him. I was quite shocked when he first game to church, cause in poly he was like antichrist behaviour so I thought he was definietly not potential to be a christian. BUt after knowing him more, he's actually a very nice person! Haha, we can talk about almost anything under the sky and thanks for offering advice to me when I asked haha. You are like my consultant but that's good because I always felt that you are a wise and streetsmart person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAN: OMG I GOT ALOT OF CENSORED STUFF I WANT TO SAY TO YOU BUT I CAN'T CAUSE THIS BLOG IS PUBLIC!. Ok, what to say leh, u are my shopping + gossip + fashion + bitching + MANY MORE SLUTTY ACTS sidekick. Haha, we can bitch about anyting from the toilet seat to tissue paper even to how the rich tai tais in church strut around in their chanel! HAHA. You are damn fun and please dun er hem too much hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my msn is damn disoragnised now adding all the peeps from OISHII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going to start in 5 days and I'm looking FOOOOORWARD!!!! OISHII!!! let's meet up for school man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-3373069848359739559?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/3373069848359739559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=3373069848359739559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3373069848359739559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3373069848359739559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-to-whoever-is-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-8646869845098742445</id><published>2008-12-30T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:58:47.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived the SIM-RMIT GAMESHOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, actually I was REALLY dreading the day of orientation because I'm naturally an introvert so I don't really go for this kind of social events or whatever you want to classify this under but I still went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached at 8.30 but the whole thing only started at 9.30 due to delays and whatnot for everyone to settle down. Listened to some talks and after that is ice breaking games and getting to know my OG better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can u believe it? 2 of the peeps in my OG resembles 2 of my friends REALLY WELL. It's like 99.99% similar in terms of facial features, body shape etc etc. Kion looks like MAX. I thought that he's really max because everything is the same! except for the hair colour. Xue ling looked alot like michelle and I actually thought michelle changed school haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played alot of funny games during icebreaking and I remained abit low profile as usual haha, can't change my introverted nature la. Unfortunately due to my carelessness I made a mistake in one of the games and I got to do a forfeit with the rest of the people who also made mistakes. We had to spell out the name of our OG. Oh yah, forgot to say that but my OG name is OISHII!!&lt;br /&gt;It stands for delicious in Japanese and I forgot who thought of it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was next then everyone went for the briefing of the games that we are going to play. 10 stations in total and I was really afraid of all those touchy feely games and was praying that there will be none of that. Got horrified to see water bombs being prepared too. But nevertheless, we had no choice HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to blog about all the 10 games but the highlight was that during one of the games, I have to eat a banana that's been molested by everyone in the OG because we have to transfer the banana using only our limbs, and the banana was like mushy and really soft and looked really disgusting. Luckily I didn't throw up haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talentime was the last segment of the day and because we had to act out a britney spears song, it was kinda given that a guy should be playing britney. Was very very afraid that I will kena britney because I totally cannot do it! It's just NOT me haha. Luckily Kion was the lucky guy who kena and everyone had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I had REALLY GOOD FUN in the end despite my fears and made really nice friends in my OG too. OISHII!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank samantha, esther, xueling, jiaqi, mavis, sermin, josephine, kokliong, irvin, yonghui, kion, zhi cao and joanna for making this day so FUUUUUUUN! Can't wait to see you guys in schoooooooooool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, I'm totally like not prepared to go to school la. Haven even bought any books or printed any notes. OMG I'm like super unprepared for School!. Gotta buck up. It's going to be like that for 3 years haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a new years post when the day is over after I come back from DTE due to countdown and I really hope I can see fireworks! I'll try to support GLENN and FRIENDS for the gig at braddel too, hopefully I can rush down in time! SEE YA! IN 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-8646869845098742445?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/8646869845098742445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=8646869845098742445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8646869845098742445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8646869845098742445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-survived-sim-rmit-gameshow-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-6427968536735094702</id><published>2008-12-27T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:25:15.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was another usual day for me, nothing special, cause I lead a very normal and sometimes boring life haha! Well, I was in a dilemna to attend service or to go for alvin's event but I chose to go for service because in my heart I just felt that I have to go in that direction. Sorry alvin and I owe u a proper apology! will make it up to u one day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was normal haha, or at least it was interesting. Not the usual service though, the entier service was about SUN, or rather an interview with SUN. I really find that alot of my views and opinions are very much in line with hers, and that she's a very capable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over the bedok interchange with some of the cellies and I love the wonton mee there! I was afraid the ketchup might be too strong for my liking but in the end it was a nice combination. The Chinchow drink was suuuper big la. It was like gigantic compared to the rest of the cups. Val's stories about her trip to the US was also very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone decided to go home after that so I decided to join the guys over at ECP for a game of snooker. I have always preferred to play pool because the table is much smaller and the balls are much easier to hit into the various pockets as compared to snooker, where the table is much bigger, the pockets are much smaller and the cue is also thinner, which increased the difficulty by ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that I had not played snooker for a loong time, my skills naturally proved to be one of the worst in Singapore. I was like donating points to the rest where my points kept going down the negative scale. As time goes by my concentration also followed until they decided to play poker snooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_0eSRR5I/AAAAAAAAABk/CnVTrEsQ-mk/s1600-h/Photo252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_0eSRR5I/AAAAAAAAABk/CnVTrEsQ-mk/s320/Photo252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284551752225474450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my pathetic score. 1 POINT out of endless tries of trying to get the @*%#(* ball in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a game whereby you choose 7 cards from a deck of cards and whatever number you have, you have to hit that exact same number on the table using pool balls. Jack would be 11, Queen 12 and king 13. That was one of the funniest games I played because I kept fouling, and had to redraw cards. I was like collecting cards instead of discarding them and I can seriously make a makeshift fan with all that cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_0ybdC4I/AAAAAAAAABs/MsAxauwoezI/s1600-h/Photo254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_0ybdC4I/AAAAAAAAABs/MsAxauwoezI/s320/Photo254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284551757632703362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to disappoint my photography fans! This is a very cool shot I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_1eu5k9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KkoYvRn6u4o/s1600-h/Photo257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_1eu5k9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KkoYvRn6u4o/s320/Photo257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284551769525425106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the pictures used for cigarette boxes are getting more and more freaky. The flash is too bright to see the horrible pics of abortion, but it's enough to deter me from smoking man, although I'll die alot faster from breathing in all that second hand smoke haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew and before I knew it, it was already 1am+. Was hungry so we decided to head down to some place in bedok and to a stall called chai chee minced meat noodle. Ordered the bar chor mee there and it was niceeee. I like the soup especially, cause I personally feel that soups taste best when drunk hot, but not that hot until it will scald your tongue, which I do quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_18R7D7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mZv41K6jcSc/s1600-h/Photo258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_18R7D7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mZv41K6jcSc/s320/Photo258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284551777456951218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the store entrance. Was trying to decide if the shop name should be read from the left to right or right to left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_2QYZSFI/AAAAAAAAACE/fSHwFrxvKn8/s1600-h/Photo259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_2QYZSFI/AAAAAAAAACE/fSHwFrxvKn8/s320/Photo259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284551782852806738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The delicious Bar Chor Mee!! really LOVE da SOUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do a year end post and it's going to be all about my thoughts for this year and I'm just going to jot down what I really feel about the things that has been on my mind throughout this year. So STAY TUNED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-6427968536735094702?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/6427968536735094702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=6427968536735094702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/6427968536735094702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/6427968536735094702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-another-usual-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVZ_0eSRR5I/AAAAAAAAABk/CnVTrEsQ-mk/s72-c/Photo252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4304946745442538440</id><published>2008-12-26T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:45:06.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know today is boxing day. Anyway had a great day out with the swcers. Everyone was present except alvin, who was stuck in camp cause he failed his driving test. Heard he failed because he was playing PSP while driving (is that even possible?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the story. I assumed everyone was late considering I received 2 messages from ange and yonghao stating they will be late when I just got changed and ready to leave to reach city hall at 12pm. Therefore I took my own sweet time and reached at 12.30, only to realise that the others have already reached at 12pm muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to marina square for lunch...couldn't decide between azabu sabo or MOF but the food must definitely be JAPANESE. We settled for MOF in the end and everyone ordered different things. The main courses was fine and due to recession, me and ange decided to share a hotpot together with 2 bowls of white rice LOL! reason is because we wanted to have dessert, which I heard is much better then the main course.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics~ (I just love taking pictures of food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3jpJpgQI/AAAAAAAAABM/TCtGsuoXWhQ/s1600-h/Photo244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3jpJpgQI/AAAAAAAAABM/TCtGsuoXWhQ/s320/Photo244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284120454526238978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I ordered. It's called Macha Imo and apparently they joked that it was inspired by me cause I love to EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3jD1fwHI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y87Pc0LeaQA/s1600-h/Photo243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3jD1fwHI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y87Pc0LeaQA/s320/Photo243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284120444509601906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some stuff with peanut powder lol, I can't remember sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3ifzDKLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/63_XSMvd9dQ/s1600-h/Photo242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3ifzDKLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/63_XSMvd9dQ/s320/Photo242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284120434835663026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is premium red bean paste with japanese dumpling and a scoop of ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3iIvtrVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/klBM6TEzrFY/s1600-h/Photo241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3iIvtrVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/klBM6TEzrFY/s320/Photo241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284120428647656786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is black sesame soft serve haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3h750b9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7chRwdV0Rls/s1600-h/Photo240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3h750b9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7chRwdV0Rls/s320/Photo240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284120425200381906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the strawberry soft serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desserts definitely lived up to it's hype, but I find it a tad too sweet for my liking. But nevertheless it's still very good and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and his friend left shortly while the rest of us went to book a lane for our bowling session. Ange left before we get to play bowling!! Anyway the rest of us decided to continue and hit our target of 150 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mic was doing very well....we even had 2 strikes consecutively....hoped for a turkey but all we got was multiple pins left standing instead....ROAR. First round hit 133 and second round hit 125...but I think I played alot better then my previous attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to liang court to get some stuff and guess who I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT5plEBbTI/AAAAAAAAABc/vNfEjODMkAI/s1600-h/Photo250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT5plEBbTI/AAAAAAAAABc/vNfEjODMkAI/s320/Photo250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284122755531369778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Obama!!! even the Japanese adore him to feature him in a comic magazine..we then headed to mezamasu(or whatever) cafe to eat crepes. It's very delicious I tell you, and definitely worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT5pNIO3WI/AAAAAAAAABU/ebZWE67-Tm4/s1600-h/Photo251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT5pNIO3WI/AAAAAAAAABU/ebZWE67-Tm4/s320/Photo251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284122749106576738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the peach caramel gelato with chocolate ice cream and it's really chockful with peach slices and served with a generous scooop of chocolate ice cream that tastes rich and flavourful! The only bad thing is that the ice cream melts very quickly so you cannot really enjoy the dessert slowly haha. But there's other fillings such as cheesecake or brownies instead of ice creams so everyone should go try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tht's all for today. hope I didn't make u hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yes, and I want to thank everyone who sent their well wishes for xmas as well as the lovely presents that I received. Thank you all!!!! And I'm lazy to blog about the xmas celebration with the animal farm yest, sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4304946745442538440?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4304946745442538440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4304946745442538440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4304946745442538440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4304946745442538440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-didnt-know-today-is-boxing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVT3jpJpgQI/AAAAAAAAABM/TCtGsuoXWhQ/s72-c/Photo244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-3893266548514741303</id><published>2008-12-24T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:34:56.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Xmas Everyone! HAha, I bet I'm wishing the 4 spaces of this computer screen since no one reads this blog anyway. But that's not the main point, since I just want to pen down my thoughts haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year is totally weird for me ok? like I totally don't have the mood to celebrate. Maybe cause I'm still bogged down by my emotional baggage, or simply because I really dun have the mood haha, what made things worse was that it rained the entire day for xmas eve. what a dampener haha. But things are still fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at Marina Square and saw Joanne Peh! coincidentally that same night she got raped on TV la, but she looked more refined in real life then on TV. Went to chill at ECP after that. It was raining even more happily there, got no choice but to go upstairs and play pool. I'm glad my pool skills didn't deprove! or maybe all the way it was just bad la haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on went to service. The drama this year wasn't that bad, but I think previous years' are better. Didn't really get to celebrate xmas with the cellies cause everyone went for different services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, I"m just gonna slack and head down to airport later for dinner with the animal farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-3893266548514741303?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/3893266548514741303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=3893266548514741303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3893266548514741303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3893266548514741303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-xmas-everyone-haha-i-bet-im.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-2778391337310902647</id><published>2008-12-22T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:16:43.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282848291442502162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVByiAW1qhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xv82HPhcug0/s320/zackandmiri_galleryposter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught this show. Always wanted to watch it. BUT, somehow it doesn't really live up to my expectations. HOWEVER, there was lots of porn in there. Imagine watching a public porn movie with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;There's even shit involved. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks the end of my 6 month holiday stint at Tuas chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I be happy? Or should I be sad? hmmm....Ok, no emo stuff today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still remember the day where I really felt lost. REALLY LOST, but not those kind of lost in the streets or something, even though I do have a degree for getting lost in the public, but it's where I totally have no idea what to do with my life at that point. You know what I mean? But it ain't anyone's fault but myself, who ask me so kay kiang never make back up plan haha. I guess I'm those kind that just chiong and consider the consequences later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened was that upon ORDing from army, I wanted to study music in Lasalle, even though the prospects of making it big in Singapore is as tiny as a grain of sand, but it's my passion and I want my life to revolve around it. BUT sadly, due to poor planning and research, I got my information wrong and I didn't even make a back up plan of registering for a course in SIM as backup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up I was told I had to pay $70k for the school fees and the audition requirements is like 100 times more extensive then I've thought. God doesnt have to close that door for me, I can do it myself haha. And that day was also the day where the deadline for SIM is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Double Whammy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I really want to take sher and GOD for helping me to get this job. At first it was only 2 weeks, then it kept extending by my sincere prayers and the grace of God till today. I think I will treat sher to a meal for her help (I am a GRATEFUL PERSON ONE OK?!) haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A whole new life awaits for me in SIM come January 2009. I really want to excel there and be the head and not the tail, and not repeat the same mistake of wasting time in Poly. I'M OLD ALREADY. Even suffered from mid=life crisis way before I'm supposed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blog again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-2778391337310902647?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/2778391337310902647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=2778391337310902647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2778391337310902647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2778391337310902647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/caught-this-show.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SVByiAW1qhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Xv82HPhcug0/s72-c/zackandmiri_galleryposter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-3378498913433219722</id><published>2008-12-21T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:10:24.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SU8tfmEi59I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZRdQYrhbXQo/s1600-h/2903269777_7f67f6735a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282490908747687890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SU8tfmEi59I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZRdQYrhbXQo/s320/2903269777_7f67f6735a_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SU8tfn6RDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTmszSjfrN0/s1600-h/2903269401_8d8d636f74_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282490909241445906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SU8tfn6RDhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZTmszSjfrN0/s320/2903269401_8d8d636f74_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG, this is to DIEEEEE FORRRRRRRRRR. I'm willing to clean the house, wash the dishes, iron the clothes, cut the toenails, massage the head, trim the garden, exterminate the pests for the person who can find the above shoes and jeans for mEEEEEEE!!!! Argh, they are sinful to my eyes!!!! I will even help to clean ur ear wax and dig ur nose for U!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shoes are to die for, the jeans are to die for, the look is to die for. I really hope there's a genie that will appear in front of me for once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I tell myself that my financial income to about to come to a standstill which will result in a catastrophic wall street meltdown on my bank account, I have to set my eyes on these sinful items. ARGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.I need to resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;__________________________&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANNOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-3378498913433219722?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/3378498913433219722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=3378498913433219722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3378498913433219722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3378498913433219722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/omgomgomgomgomgomgomg-this-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OXj5d2qxNCo/SU8tfmEi59I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZRdQYrhbXQo/s72-c/2903269777_7f67f6735a_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-327196384502487339</id><published>2008-12-21T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:04:31.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>It's time for another update I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is quite interesting. I really didn't expect that I would be so involved in the xmas cg this week but I'm glad I made it through! Well, what I did was I had to sing carols during the cg as well as having a lead solo, and also to play for 2 songs haha. At first I was not interested and quite unwilling because I'm kinda a shy person and I don't like to be in the limelight, but everything went well in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was pondering whether to go for service after that but decided to stay back to gobble up the good food cooked by some of the peeps. The food was really nice and I'm surprised haha, and also appreciative of the people who took the time and effort to make those food, it must have been quite a lot of hard work, though I didn't eat alot. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around and played saboteur and a new game I learnt citadel. Everyone was raving about how fun the game is and I decided to give it a try and it was truly an amusing game haha. Time flew during that period and before I knew it, it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish that time can just stop there because these are times that I really cherish, the time where I can just relax and bond with friends and just have a good time. But reality bites and sadly, life has to go on and I hate it when that happens haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm feeling emo all of a sudden, it could be that I'm getting older and it seems like my life is going to come to a standstill, where everything is going to be mundane and boring and there's nothing to look forward to. I just feel that life could be so much more. I want to travel around the world, meet different kinds of people and just absorb every fibre that this planet has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I dunno what to blog already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-327196384502487339?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/327196384502487339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=327196384502487339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/327196384502487339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/327196384502487339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-3806509512031941886</id><published>2008-12-18T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:47:10.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now it's my lunch break so here I am blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much thoughts that I wanna pen down here but then again, I'll probably be pressing the backspace button way more then I press my toilet flush button =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 MORE DAYS to END OF WORK!!!! I dunno if I should celebrate in joy or wallow in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the joy part I dun have to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up before the sun wakes up at 6.30am!&lt;br /&gt;2. Squeeze with inconsiderate 'foreign talent' in the train&lt;br /&gt;3. Plan what to do after work everyday.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat sometimes crappy sometimes delicious catered food&lt;br /&gt;5. Do boring mundane jobs on repeat mode!&lt;br /&gt;6. Drink coffee everyday to keep my eyelids from shutting down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the despair part:&lt;br /&gt;1. No more delicious cash in my account anymore&lt;br /&gt;2. Become more free (I want to be busy)&lt;br /&gt;3. Settle my own lunch everyday!&lt;br /&gt;4. STUDY&lt;br /&gt;5. PROJECTS&lt;br /&gt;6. EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;7. TESTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going to start and I'm kinda apprehensive yet excited for it. I wonder what kind of student life will I be having. What kind of people will I meet there. What kind of politics will there be. This is kinda my last shot at studying life so I want to make it the best that I can! Orientation day is coming and I'm still scared! I'm afraid of standing out in the limelight. I'm afraid of being put around strangers, just makes me want to run away =X. God help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas is coming and everyone is busy buying presents for their loved ones. And what am I doing here in the office haha. I don't really have the habit of buying presents for people or during festivities so it kinda feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the year end gig will be successful. I will be there to support and hopefully simon cowell will hear the angelic noise created and fly straight down to see! wahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-3806509512031941886?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/3806509512031941886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=3806509512031941886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3806509512031941886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/3806509512031941886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-now-its-my-lunch-break-so-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4172139333556873831</id><published>2008-12-17T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:50:57.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happeningness</title><content type='html'>OK, I apologise for the lack of updates this few days! been quite lazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just a SHORT update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Heroes at Yishun. Wilson's house is fantabulously fantastic! Cool zen-nish design, love the atmosphere there!, only bad thing is that it's kinda out of the way if you don't have a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me tempted to want to get an xbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played too much till we forgot to eat the cake we bought for bobo and szetho's birthday celebration!&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have another one soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB'ed today. It was an interesting experience. Researched on JB the night before and read alot of horror stories abt that place. Snatch theft, daylight robbery, car hijacked etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it was fun today. AND there was GOOD BARGAINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I would buy a DVD for 20 ringgit, or a belt for 30 bucks sing, and a soft toy even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOOD IS THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEAP AND GOOD. OMG, I CAN TOTALLY LIVE THERE HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went City square to eat sushi king. CHEAP JAPANESE FOOD MAKES ME HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked around. Ate the fried ice cream? was goooood as well. Totemo oishii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best was at JALAN kris. Ate like nobody's business haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the taxis aren't that good. was fearful throughout the taxi ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE BEST PART OF ALL IS THEY DON'T PROVIDE MASSAGE SERVICES TO THE 'THIRD LEG' WAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=page-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/page-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4172139333556873831?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4172139333556873831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4172139333556873831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4172139333556873831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4172139333556873831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/happeningness.html' title='Happeningness'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-1137031481962514593</id><published>2008-12-11T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:52:35.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt so nervous in school before.&lt;br /&gt;Not even during the orientation in TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still the introverted FREAK that resides within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for orientation today too. GOSH what am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to melt from shyness on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamming was not bad, sang for Vertigo and Heaven, both songs that require high tenor notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHy do I feel like my life's in a mid-life crisis?&lt;br /&gt;is it caused by this particular someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the leaf falling down from the tree&lt;br /&gt;and wondered if that's my fate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on the tree which represents my hope and my comfort zone, and falling off on it, landing on the cold rough concrete slab, with no hope of getting back to the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask the leaf if it's allright, does it feel pain? does it feel sadness?&lt;br /&gt;when it's colour fades, does all the unhappy memories fade together too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, being a dog or a pet is much better than being a human I feel.&lt;br /&gt;cause all you need to worry is whether u have food for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to wait for things to settle in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-1137031481962514593?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/1137031481962514593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=1137031481962514593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1137031481962514593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/1137031481962514593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-never-felt-so-nervous-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4462761818641889663</id><published>2008-12-10T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:16.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught Bolt @ Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to post up the movie poster but u can just head over to GV to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline is AWESOME! I'm not sure if I can even compare it to Pixar but it's definitely worth the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to catch the 3D version but guess what? tickets got sold out for the whole day. Argh...really wanted to wear the 3D glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled at Macdonald's thereafter for sundae...generous serving of chocolate syrup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas is coming and I am like sooooo booked during that week, with outings and such. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4462761818641889663?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4462761818641889663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4462761818641889663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4462761818641889663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4462761818641889663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/caught-bolt-cathay.html' title=''/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-7647448316292456633</id><published>2008-12-08T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:49:30.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GASTRIC</title><content type='html'>OK, I seriously need to eat something already. Is something wrong with me? I haven't eaten anything since the previous day's breakfast. Not sure why too, but just doesn't have that feeling of being hungry or whatso. I guess I'm getting old, no need to eat so much to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, if you're wondering what the heck am I blogging at this ungodly hour of 7.44am, first time ever in my blogging history, it's because my good friend GASTRIC have come to visit me for an early christmas gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up at 6.30am, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WASHED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at 6.40am, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOT DRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by 6.45am, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STYLED MY HAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at 6.50am, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEFT THE HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at 7am, just to have this crap happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I already woke up with the queasy feeling in my stomach, but it happened many multiple times before that I felt it's just one of those morning pains that will go away once I'm on the way outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT today my stomach really PMS-ed to me, I could not bear the pain once I've reached Kallang MRT and I have to detour back to Aljunied. There goes my wages for the day. And probably even more if I decided to go see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least there's KTV tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-7647448316292456633?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/7647448316292456633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=7647448316292456633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7647448316292456633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7647448316292456633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/gastric.html' title='GASTRIC'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4040294736413740538</id><published>2008-12-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:04:38.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOFK</title><content type='html'>Detriot Metal City, the current manga that I'm loving. Ultra-vulgar, ultra-funny, ultra-sick, ultra-degrading etc,,,,,,,,,, I think life is making a joke out of me. Or rather, my mind is screwing me up. If God is willing to give me a chance to drill open my skull and reboot it, I would do it in a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEARTBEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything. I really hope that time is faithful to that statement. I wish I could be emotionless, totally void of any emotions that a human being would have. You can say I'm emo. But all I'm asking for is just to be happy. But where exactly is that happiness? How do you actually grasp it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, happiness is having a great family, to others, it's just the grateful feeling of having a shelter, to others, it's having someone you love. So which is my happines? It's not something that can be bought like a car, or results which you can improve on by just studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really have to wait for this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHITTY&lt;/span&gt; feeling to go away from me. Life' aint perfect for everyone, but there are some people's life which I believe is perfect. Perfect situations, perfect environement, perfect opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really irritating when something bothers you and you can't do anything to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of this emo shit. Moving on to brighter things, school is starting and I hope that by then, this crappy feeling that I'm suffering from now will dissapear, just like before this whole shit started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who reads this, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt; if I've spoilt your day. Just that I need a place to vent my frustrations, and I don't want to bother anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one reads this emo crap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT to those who does care, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;A BIG THANK YOU FOR MAKING A DIFFERENCE IN MY LIFE =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4040294736413740538?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4040294736413740538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4040294736413740538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4040294736413740538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4040294736413740538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/emofk.html' title='EMOFK'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-5684279668395174651</id><published>2008-12-06T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:42:49.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAN SPITTING!</title><content type='html'>I confess that if I get 1 dollar every time I see someone spitting right in front of my innocent eyes I would earn more money than Beyonce shaking her bom bom in a concert. I really can't stand people who spit like as if they are spitting into the basic or into the toilet bowl right in front of the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with my eyes I suspect, it seems to have this auto-zoom in magnetic attraction to people who spit, even to people who are into the spitting position but haven't really spit out the pleghm/saliva/whatever, my eyes are already fixated onto them waiting for the GOLDEN MOMENT. It's like you can place me in the middle of orchard road and if someone spit 100000 miles away at the angle of 289384785.237 degrees, I WILL HAPPEN TO BE LOOKING IN THAT DIRECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 25% of my visual memory is filled with people from all walks of life spitting, from young to old from fat to skinny to handsome to ugly, I've seen it all. WHyyyyyyy must all these horrible images keep replaying in my head, I need a brain reset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below is a picture consisting of a new friend in class today. And guess what? I've found  the STRONGEST tissue in the world. Look at the picture to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=haha.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/haha.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging at 4.30am right now. Went to chill at coffee club with the usual people after dinner at bedok interchange and I had looooooooooooaaaaaaddddds of fun. Reminicsing abt all the sec sch photos of the gm people, and checking out hot babes on facebook. I really had fun =D.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with the ambience is the non-stop drilling sound of the construction workers which sounded like Rambo is fighting in the background. And the incessant sound of 'tseng' cars racing down the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had this kind of late nights before in a VEERRRYYYYYYYYYY long time, ever since I started working, which once again reminds me that working life SUCKS! But chilling was shiok haha. I felt like I've gotten back some of the life that work took away. I would totally do it again if I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, need to go sleep liao, tommorow still got to act as Barney for my precious korean student. And probably juggle a few balls and play the donkey for him to ride me around the room, and I need all the ENERGY I can gather from my surroundings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-5684279668395174651?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/5684279668395174651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=5684279668395174651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5684279668395174651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5684279668395174651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/ban-spitting.html' title='BAN SPITTING!'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-4293395079846542963</id><published>2008-12-01T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:30:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_x7BSC2IU80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_x7BSC2IU80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with this song right now. It's translated as March 9 in Japanese and there's meaning in it. March 9 is the date where majority of schools held their graduation ceremony for graduating students. I find it really sad when times of departure happen, where you know you have to move on to a new phase of life and leave all the wonderful memories behind, the nostalgia just moves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this song even more meaningful is that it's used for a Jdrama called 1 litres of tears, it's probably one of the most touching and depressing drama I've ever seen. The story is about a girl who's diagnosed with a degenerative diseases which will make the person slowly lose control and mobility of his/her body, but it doesn't affect the mind, therefore it's very hard to endure the pain of having to know you're going to die. This girl, after learning of this disease that she had, displayed a touching attitude of not giving up on her life, but instead living her life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken from a true story of a girl who contracted the disease at the age of 15 and died at the age of 25. At the advice of her doctor she began to keep a daily diary of her life, depicting the happy and sad things that happen. When she died, the book is published in memory of her. She lived her life to the fullest and had no regrets. It was sad to die that way but I find it very courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing her to the kind of lives that most of us have, disease-free, whose problems probably consists of only our exams, what clothes to buy, which restaurant to celebrate our friend's birthday in, all these just seems so minute compared to the struggles people like Aya (the girl in the show and also the real name of the girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that graduation and this disease probably have no relation but the thing that links these two together is the music. Just a touching and heart-warming melody unites people from different languages together, where they understand the same language. Just watching that video makes me want to be there to soak in that nostalgic moment. Which even bolsters my ambition to become a musician, I want to write music like that, and perform for people who will probably be blessed just hearing it, even if it comes from someone whom they have not met before or know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-4293395079846542963?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/4293395079846542963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=4293395079846542963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4293395079846542963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/4293395079846542963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/12/march-9.html' title='March 9'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-6337697262961421376</id><published>2008-11-30T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:17:55.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW THINGS</title><content type='html'>My dad bought for me this ultra super COOL condensed big mic for me to record my songs. So far I have embarked into an recording craze of recording myself singing various songs. It's soooo fun I tell you, you can be the rockstar that you've always dreamed of or the soulful RnB singer that you admired, at the comfort of your own home and no one is going to criticize you for your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have recorded songs by Remimoren, I'm seriously falling in love with the March 9 song. It's totally my kind of song. I also tried Augustana Twenty years which I believe Glenn and Sijie had already listened to my demo, feedback was kinda good so I'm going to try harder. But I won't be reaching Beyonce level yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I realised that Ange is also another closet singer! This is so fun, we are going to collaborate on songs like Hate That I Love You and No Air. So cool!, hope we can really pull this off. We can do jpop too. Stay tuned to this blog to listen to our demos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to slack at Shang's house to play cranium. It was a time of fun and laughter because a lot of funny things happened. Thanks Shang for opening your house.. after that went to Taka to celebrate Joyce's birthday! As usual the nonsense started once everyone have arrived and we ate alot. I'll let the pics do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=page-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/page-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=page1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/page1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=page2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/page2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-6337697262961421376?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/6337697262961421376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=6337697262961421376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/6337697262961421376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/6337697262961421376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-things.html' title='NEW THINGS'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-976580773809907199</id><published>2008-11-28T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:41:11.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY NIGHT CHILLS</title><content type='html'>Man, I've been so active on blogging nowadays I dunno what happened to me. Anyway, the night was spent with my army buddies, it wasn't full strength though but I still had a fun time chilling with them at Hong Kong cafe. I ordered the chicken curry rice and it really deserved every cent I paid for it. The curry was rich in flavour and chockful with chicken and potato bits. Talked alot of nonsense and gossiping about the joke characters in our ex unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Yamaha cause szetho wanted to look at guitars and I have no idea how did we drift to the piano section and I was coerced into performing a few pieces with much sweat on my back despite the huge do not practice on the piano sign plastered on the front. Haha, well, it was fun tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next destination was starbucks, ordered Java chip. I'm seriously thinking that when I go to starbucks again, I'm going to order Java chip only. Saw alot of my ex unit people. Looked like PS tonight is popular with 24SA huh haha. Slacked again for close to 2.5 hours before our eyes started to have tell tale signs that it's time to go home. Didn't manage to take a christmas tree photo for the 5 of us, damn, oh well but there's always other chances of course with the rest of the group that couldn't join us today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till the next time I see them again, and that's when I will finally lay my hands on wilson's guitar hero world tour! I shall conquer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=page.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/page.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-976580773809907199?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/976580773809907199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=976580773809907199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/976580773809907199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/976580773809907199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-night-chills.html' title='FRIDAY NIGHT CHILLS'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-7713282343719513309</id><published>2008-11-26T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:40:31.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Tennis</title><content type='html'>I'm back to blog for today. I realised that my blog is slowly turning into a 16 year old princess's diary. It's getting more and more wordy!! I seriously need to pick up butt up and go out and take more shots of Singapore's scenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to play tennis today. After such a long time of hiatus my skills have definitely dropped lower than sub zero. Was wearing the wrong shoes too, felt difficult to run and due to the uncountable holes in my shoe, water seeped in and I felt disgusted, reminded me of army. Slacked and ate dinner, had a CALORIE-FILLED dinner can. Imagine Chicken Cutlet and Chicken Wings.&lt;br /&gt;I need to run around the world to burn off all that fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking about the lee cooper shoes that I saw on tuesday. ARGH, it's calling out to mee................................and it's on 30% sale. I might get it on Sunday. Gosh, I'm going to splurge so much on shopping this season. But it's neccesary spending I guess. My shoes really got alot of holes until it looked like an army of termites ravaged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to stop it from being a wordy blog, as it's created to be a photog blog, here's an artistic pic of the tennis court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo096copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo096copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-7713282343719513309?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/7713282343719513309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=7713282343719513309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7713282343719513309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/7713282343719513309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/11/prince-of-tennis.html' title='Prince of Tennis'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-5779726480826859809</id><published>2008-11-24T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:15:19.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LOOK.</title><content type='html'>Looks like I have changed my blog skin for the umpteenth times ever since I started on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;OH bytheway I'm blogging all this from work right now as I have more or less finished all the work that I'm supposed to do and I'm still 2 hours away from getting out of the office. Speaking of which I'm really going to get out of this office permanently come this december. Going to start a brand new course in SIM and I just really cannot wait to get back to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which I really have to thank Sher for introducing me to this job, without her help I probably be fanning my backside at home with my grandma's vintage straw fan for half a year. Time really flies and I realised that I've worked at this office for almost going to half a year. Initially the job was supposed to last only for 2 weeks but I consistently prayed to God that he will let me stay here till my school starts and God answered my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, working in this office have brought many funny memories to me, most of them are from my colleagues, who are majority mothers. It was here that the amount of water I drink here is a 100 times more than the amount that I drank for the past 22 years. I think I have also reached the highest level of enlightenment in terms of eating catered food. I ate 2 years of catered food in the army and now I've endured another 5 months. I think even decomposed food look like a delicious plate of fried chicken to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also here that I fell sick the most. The invoices I dealt with was so dirty it looked like someone went to war with it and was the only survivor. And I have to touch it with my bare hands and probably unknowingly touch my face with it, thus falling ill. The irritating phone also pushed my tolerance level to a new high due to it being the 2nd receptionist phoneline so in any case the receptionist could not answer another call, it will be directed to me and I really felt like I was receptionist instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the highlight over here was the fights. It's like watching Sex in the city battle royale version, it should probably be remained Fights in the city. And unfortunately I'm stuck in the middle cubicle but thankfully I'm not involved in any of the world wars going on. Screaming, Slamming, Eye daggers being thrown, you name it I've seen it all. I felt like barney compared to them when they'er in dragonball release mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to this paragraph I guess you must be either bored or still entertained. Stop here if you're bored and continue if you're interested to continue reading my rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia Conference have just finished not too long ago and I'm happy it's over. OK, not in a bad way but due to work, I have been attending the sessions all by myself until I put Whitney Houston's song "All by myself" as my phone's ringtone for these 5 days. The messages are powerful and the performances great but having to go through that alone is kinda lonely. Especially when you have to barge through the sea of humans when it's time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more random stuff, I bought my first skinny jeans in my life. Actually I have no intention to buy it but I went into one of my favourite shops at Far East and saw this lineup of corduroy skinny jeans going on 70% sale. My eyes immediately lit up like the sun and went to try. I still didn't like the feel of the skinny jeans as it felt like wearing leggings. But I like the skinny jeans look so I just have to suck it up. Hope I can pull this look off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to stop blogging now. It's getting addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-5779726480826859809?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/5779726480826859809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=5779726480826859809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5779726480826859809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5779726480826859809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-look.html' title='NEW LOOK.'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-2759824725450516422</id><published>2008-11-21T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:16:31.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoing once again.</title><content type='html'>well, to whoever still bothers to read my blog, I'm currently in a state of emoing once again.&lt;br /&gt;well, mainly due to the fact that there are some things that I wished could be the way I wanted it to be, but instead it did not turn out that way....and to know that other people have the things and the way that you want it just makes me feel even more sad that why life is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wished that I had the chance to turn back time to the past, back to my secondary school days and even my primary school days and just undo all the things that I've done, remove all the wrong attitudes that I've done and maybe it won't make me so regretful and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jealous of the fact that other people are enjoying the things that I want, just that I'm not satisfied and happy with the current condition of the things that I have now, and as for things, I'm not that comfortable sharing it here on this blog as it's quite public but it's something to do with relationships with people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the painful experience made me realise what I regarded as important....and it enabled me to do things that I won't regret for every future opportunity I have.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-2759824725450516422?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/2759824725450516422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=2759824725450516422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2759824725450516422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/2759824725450516422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/11/emoing-once-again.html' title='Emoing once again.'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-266467874488184982</id><published>2008-11-14T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:07:47.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDITORIALS</title><content type='html'>I have always been a fan of editorial photoshoots and it has always served as an point of inspiration for me because there's so much material you can get out of there. The fierceness of the models, the awkward poses and the powerful hair and makeup really puts together a fine piece of photography art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing editorial photoshoots have always been my dream but I don't have the models and even if I do usually it would be cosplays. So the only source is my fashion conscious friends who probably have to wear Hang ten and Bossini clothes haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are just some of the photos that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=04-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/04-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the splash paint effect at the back and the model's pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CK_MEN_Fall08-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/CK_MEN_Fall08-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a calvin klein ad campaign and I like the clean look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AnjaRubikSeanOpryandJrSanchezforDOH.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/AnjaRubikSeanOpryandJrSanchezforDOH.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anja Rubik is looking hot here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-266467874488184982?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/266467874488184982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=266467874488184982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/266467874488184982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/266467874488184982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/11/editorials.html' title='EDITORIALS'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-8008761633160319882</id><published>2008-11-07T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:23:19.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted</title><content type='html'>These pics are not taken by my DSLR, but by my INNOV8 camera. There's this call negative effect I can do to the cameras so these are some pics I took haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo045copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo045copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy office corridor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo046copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo046copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghostly Toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo053copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo053copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree looks like it's in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo055copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo055copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo051copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/Photo051copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-8008761633160319882?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/8008761633160319882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=8008761633160319882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8008761633160319882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8008761633160319882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/11/haunted.html' title='Haunted'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-9118943397258272572</id><published>2008-11-04T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:08:42.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai.</title><content type='html'>I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PUT AN END THIS STUPID PROBLEM THAT NEVER ENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME TO HEAVEN NOW PLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-9118943397258272572?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/9118943397258272572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=9118943397258272572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/9118943397258272572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/9118943397258272572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/11/hai.html' title='Hai.'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-797744311838352495</id><published>2008-10-28T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:47:24.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu</title><content type='html'>I'm down with a very bad and naughty flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've jinxed everyone in my office now and I'm under pressure to wear a mask as big as a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The christians in my office are throwing their crucifixes and holy water at my cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buddhists in my office are chanting their prayers and burning talisman in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free thinkers are bombarding me with lozenges and tissue paper and panadol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-797744311838352495?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/797744311838352495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=797744311838352495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/797744311838352495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/797744311838352495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/10/flu.html' title='Flu'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-8671067940776476938</id><published>2008-10-22T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:52:11.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomnities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1633copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_1633copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by sis, cool doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1866copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_1866copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, Sadako has a pet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4550copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_4550copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4560copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_4560copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ominous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4567copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_4567copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-8671067940776476938?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/8671067940776476938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=8671067940776476938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8671067940776476938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/8671067940776476938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomnities.html' title='Randomnities'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-5773513230025619817</id><published>2008-10-18T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:08:07.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a break from posting photos this week, as I would like to take outdoor pics but I have yet to get my own dslr so I just got to wait. Still can't decide what to buy as it's Nikon vs Canon.&lt;br /&gt;Digital Life just published today that there's a new Canon dslr that also has the video recording function and the specs are better than the d90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the photography ministry too as well and I hope that I can really learn alot of photography stuff in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going normally in my life, the usual meet ups with friends, chilling and WORKING EXTREMELY HARD at work, kinda makes my life routine, which makes me unable to wait for school to open in Jan, that's if I'm accepted haha. Why? It's a long story, but hope that my academic transcript would be ready for collection by friday if not I'm screwed as my application deadline is on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard people say that working life is no where as good as student life and last time as a student, I always thought that working life is better, cause u get to earn money and there's no exam stress or whatever, and I'm sure alot of people think the same way too. But now that I've experienced working life, I have to agree with all those people who are working as well as my colleagues that student life is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I feel that there are many reasons, like politics in the office, or dissatisfaction towards other colleagues due to unfairness being meted out, or simply just the boring routine stuff that you do at work everyday, as compared to being a student where you get to see your friends everyday, hang out with them after class, basically enjoying every minute of company u have in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I feel so old now, but time really flies. speaking about boring monotonous work, I'm not sure if I've picked the right decision to go into business. Cause, I know that I'm created for music, I wanna be a sound designer, a music producer, a studio recorder, etc etc but being in Singapore, that's a hard market to break into, you only get the chance overseas, but there will be stigma cause you're asian, you're an instant 2nd grade in the eyes of foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll just get a good job first and save money to start my own business, then I'll prove everyone wrong hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-5773513230025619817?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/5773513230025619817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=5773513230025619817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5773513230025619817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5773513230025619817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-5798333045188950126</id><published>2008-10-11T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:04:22.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys had their bad days too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3792copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_3792copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not something u want to see in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3794copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_3794copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David vs Goliath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3800copy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_3800copy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astroboy u're a fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1470copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_1470copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1483copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_1483copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othello Family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-5798333045188950126?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/5798333045188950126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=5798333045188950126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5798333045188950126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/5798333045188950126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/10/toys-had-their-bad-days-too.html' title='Toys had their bad days too'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-6141824401872739965</id><published>2008-10-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:08:09.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spam?</title><content type='html'>This is funny, now my blog is being labelled as a spam blog. Perhaps too many pictures and no words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to the phrase "A picture speaks a thousand words" LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350342270825439893-6141824401872739965?l=breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/feeds/6141824401872739965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350342270825439893&amp;postID=6141824401872739965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/6141824401872739965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350342270825439893/posts/default/6141824401872739965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastwiththecliques.blogspot.com/2008/10/spam.html' title='spam?'/><author><name>bernard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07972594386331885497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350342270825439893.post-1548388752256156409</id><published>2008-10-05T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T05:09:31.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3618copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/Evolution_M/IMG_3618copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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