<?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-7677193</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:19:25.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT's A lAmb's liFe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677193.post-5710121023395308414</id><published>2007-10-08T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:17:33.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canyon Lake</title><content type='html'>firstly i would like to apologize for not updating my blog for so long. i had a realli busy schedule for the few weeks. but it's all good now bcoz i dun have any more exams from now to the finals le &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*yayz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so here are the posts i saved but didnt get to publish bcoz i did them when i had the time and it wasn't realli complete. so readers out there rejoice!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;randolf asked me on fri if i wanted to hang out on sat wif pastor a'mie and stacey. gyess wat? i agreed immediately bcoz the destination sounded good to me! it is CANYON LAKE! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; though i've never been there but i had a feeling that it will be a cool place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*knock knock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(on my glass window) i jumped out of bed bcoz i know it was. damn it! i overslept again! argh! couldnt turn in last nite but guess i dozed off somewhere btw 4-5am. aniwae i let randolph in while i rushed to freshen up and dress up. i was done in 10 min! (i know i am fast! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hee hee..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Headed out to Stacey's place where we met up with them and we took Stacey's car to Canyon Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a long drive from stacy's place and it turned out to be out in the countryside, which i tot was pretty cool. the roads started to get curvy and topsy-turvy and soon the lake came into view. the glistening sparkles of the lake reflecting the rays of the sun really captured the hearts of each and every one of us. and we started to get even more excited about wats coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;reached the place and we sat down and had some cookies. i hadnt had any breakfast so i was realli glad there was food available. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the cookies tasted great but the coffee was kinda bland! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*ugh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aniwae the initial impression that randolph told me was that it'll be a tour but it turned out to be a presentation (which we spent an hour and a half sitting there) on why we should sign up for membership for the resort. though we did get a short tour of the various apartments, but i still felt it was kind of a waste of time. no wonder they didn't want to let us go for the tour unless we had a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131348770239108306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RzY2hPy9VNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sq-VqsX_Dzk/s320/CIMG1484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;glimpse of the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131349719426880738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RzY3Yfy9VOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wnqr6Q9eECQ/s320/CIMG1487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the quay on the other side of the lake (there were lots of expensive boats and yachts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the apartments were realli nice and cheap too. the plan is simple. just sign up as a member and you could have 10 days/year to spend in their v nice and luxurious resorts. they have many different resorts in different states so there's a wide variety of choice. if not, you can choose from numerous other affliates when you choose to go overseas but you ahve to pay 179 for 6 people for 8days. it realli sounded unbelievable to me (you know the typical skeptical sporean? yea..) aniwae pastor a'mie decided not to sign up and it was realli hilarious to see this so furious (that we didnt sign with them) that he slammed his file shut! best of all is that he didn't even greet us out.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we were so glad that we didnt sign it after that kinda lousy customer service..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131350453866288370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RzY4DPy9VPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZVn-DO-lBOo/s320/CIMG1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;entrance to the apartments&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131351214075499778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RzY4vfy9VQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/c5OMRMskBNc/s320/CIMG1488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a look at the outside of the apartments as we drove past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131352094543795474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RzY5ivy9VRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qPDmtXHrxt8/s320/CIMG1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a look at of the kitchens in the apartment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131352755968759074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RzY6JPy9VSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8eB6BNhV4pE/s320/CIMG1495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a view of canyon lake from one of the "normal" suites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131353490408166706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RzY6z_y9VTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kspnTtF69qw/s320/CIMG1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a view of canyon lake from the "presidential" suite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;had lunch at "asian buffet", which was a lil different from the one i had last time wif my aunt jac at kerrville. after that we went to a linen store, wal mart to grab some dvds and headed back to stacey's house to watch it. we watched the cartoon "flushed away" which their plot and animation sux and their jokes were pretty lame. next up was "remember the giants", which was about how a football coach, on the verge of being fired, reorganize his life to fit God's purposes (i was wif a bunch of christian pple wat do you expect? i feel the same way too..) and the changes in his life that God illicited i.e. his football team won state championship, his debt was cleared, someone gave him a new truck etc. finally, randolph gave me a ride home. i guess today wasn't too bad because i'm getting to see more of san antonio, compared to last sem. i didnt take much photos (as much as i hope i should) on this trip but it's not too bad. till next time when i go back to canyon lake wif aunt jac &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*ciaoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/7677193-5710121023395308414?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/5710121023395308414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=5710121023395308414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/5710121023395308414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/5710121023395308414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/10/canyon-lake.html' title='Canyon Lake'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RzY2hPy9VNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sq-VqsX_Dzk/s72-c/CIMG1484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677193.post-4926592999166853348</id><published>2007-10-01T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T06:55:32.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChEEsEcAkE fActOry</title><content type='html'>randolf asked me if i wanted to join stephanie and him for shopping on friday. wat do you thk? i wld love to!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told him that nobody, with the exception of my aunt jac, has taken me shopping in the US. sad isnt it? i totally agree. but i thk i finally found true friends in randolf and stephanie over here! there are realli cool and funny people to hang out with. their bickering and comments never fail to tickle me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae they were supposed to pick me up at 2. it was 230 and i still didnt see them and i tot they had forgotten bout me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*sobz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it turned out tt traffic along babcock road was realli heavy, an unusual sight for a friday afternoon. they decided to head down to north star mall, making me all excited! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i have read bout it but have not been there b4. so it'll realli be an eye-opener for me this time. turned out that north star mall is pretty much like memorial mall, though not as new and grand. i bought a pair of jeans bcoz i dun have a black pair and they were having a sale. i oso wanted to get this white stripped armani exchange shirt but it was $78! so ex! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*sobz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it looked realli nice on me (i've a pic on it!) and i wanted it so bad! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am hoping i can get it the next time i go to san marcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to grab some cheesecake at the cheesecake factory before heading to randolf's church, but changed our minds to having our dinner there instead. it's realli cool and high class! true enuff, the food is not cheap too. randolf and i ordered &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"bang bang chicken and shrimp"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while steph ordered some chicken pasta. omg! my dish is so damn nice! it has steamed rice surrounded by a sauce made of curry, peanuts, crackers and some paste. it's sweet, spicy and very tasty! it's been a long time since i had such good food. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*salivates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; however, the serving was too large and we were realli full to have cheesecakes. disappointed, we left. but, they say they'll take me here again some day to have it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*yayz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped by his church. met some new frens. listened to a good sermon which i cannot help dozing off bcoz i was so damn tired after thur nite's drunken brawl btw bob and john, whom i was damn pissed with. didnt go out for the rest of the weekend bcoz got 2 tests next week so decided to study for them. i'll leave you with some of the pics i took when we were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118722450082071874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rwla8rz1hUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RT-ZuTcBUSQ/s320/CIMG1443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;randolf posing wif the oakley m frame at the oakley store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118722832334161234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RwlbS7z1hVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yUaPfDASXMY/s320/CIMG1449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me in the armani shirt i like! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118723098622133602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rwlbibz1hWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Xc0UhCnwvPU/s320/CIMG1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;a view of the inside of the cheesecake factory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118723425039648114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rwlb1bz1hXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CZ-TBuxdlGM/s320/CIMG1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;another view of the restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118723772931999106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RwlcJrz1hYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/g1YFAguQ6yM/s320/CIMG1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;these lights are realli cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118723953320625554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RwlcULz1hZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/S2L0EPq_gbk/s320/CIMG1465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this picture was painted on the ceiling! omg..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118726092214339010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RwleQrz1hcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8k36xvIcGVc/s320/CIMG1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;randolf wif "his face" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118726603315447250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rwleubz1hdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qw8MrJSHooM/s320/CIMG1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stef enjoying her raspberry lemonade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118727234675639778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RwlfTLz1heI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eOPq18ujH9I/s320/CIMG1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the 2 glasses of raspberry lemonade (look at the amt of sugar on the rims of the glasses)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118728647719880178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rwlglbz1hfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xx0SNnP-OXo/s320/CIMG1464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my ice lemon tea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118729077216609794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rwlg-bz1hgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hituoTApjiE/s320/CIMG1467.JPG" border="0" /&gt; stef's chicken mushroom pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118729691396933154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RwlhiLz1hiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3ciKMdTHdcU/s320/CIMG1468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my bang bang chicken and shrimp (look at how big the serving is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118730348526929474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RwliIbz1hkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IxWJcld8x-M/s320/CIMG1470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118730979887122018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RwlitLz1hmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i3FhVk6haAI/s320/CIMG1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone enjoying their meals &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-4926592999166853348?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/4926592999166853348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=4926592999166853348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/4926592999166853348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/4926592999166853348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/10/cheesecake-factory.html' title='ChEEsEcAkE fActOry'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rwla8rz1hUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RT-ZuTcBUSQ/s72-c/CIMG1443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677193.post-6349185864558196054</id><published>2007-09-20T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:57:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?! 88?!</title><content type='html'>juz finished checking my history grades on webct. omg! i got an 88!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cannot make it lorz. i was expecting at least a 92. am so pissed off rite now! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bcoz i spent so much time studying and i know that i should have done better! know u guys mite prob think i'm crazy. get 88 still complain. yarz but i'm like that. when i put in effort i wanna see results! and 88 is not the result i want to see! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she's so idiotic! why did she come up with questions that are not in the list of things to study! it's so unfair! its not even a fair test if she tests us outside the class materials, which was not to mention a hell load of it! 3 chapters from textbook, 2 chapters from supplementary book and another 2 articles, altogether comprising of at least 100+ pages! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i had already made a post on the electronic bulletin board. so why do i still get a zero? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dun care next test i must get at least a 94 to make up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got a stupid computer science test tom and now i got no mood to study. firstly bcoz of my hist grades secondly bcoz i dun even noe wat to study and lastly how the test is going to be like. i hope that the test tom juz tests us on the quiz questions and then i'll be happy! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bcoz i dun have the textbooks so i only can rely on the quizzes and the class powerpoint slides (which cannot make it) to study. btw they changed our computer science teacher! i feel that this guy is better than the previous one. at least he answers our questions and not beat around the bush without answering it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i thk he's frm china bcoz of his name and accent. in any case, so long as i understand wat he's teaching and he gives me an "A" i'm satisfied. decided to order the textbooks and expedite it bcoz i found that the quiz is from the textbook and not class material. so.. i mite skip class in future! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the keyword here is "mite".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz found out from my aunt jac yest that they mite be going to Colorado to ski during Thanksgiving! i was like omg! i can't make it! damn it! i so wanna go there. have heard from them tt it's a v beautiful place so i've been longing to see it.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; *haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; much as i want to go wif them i can't bcoz the drive up there will be long and i wont be able to make it back for my test in time on monday. so i guess i juz have to wait till nxt time. hopefully if they go again or if my frens can save enuff money to come here. so u people out there who are reading pls quickly save more money then come here for holiday so i can travel around too. if not it'll be v boring travelling alone. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*sobz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to upload the photos of the zoo trip but i guess i only can do it this weekend when i'm more free. weekdays are relali crazy for me. tts all for now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*ciaoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-6349185864558196054?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/6349185864558196054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=6349185864558196054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/6349185864558196054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/6349185864558196054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/09/wtf-88.html' title='wtf?! 88?!'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-5692024289777969189</id><published>2007-09-14T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T04:55:51.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress stress stress</title><content type='html'>juz when i tot that last sem was tough. it seems like the nightmare has only juz begun. before i returned i already knew that this sem will be the most crucial period of my life yet. i have this 3 tests and 2 quizzes this week. nxt week doesnt seem to be much better, neither does the following week. my ultimate aim: to survive this sem wif a 4.0 gpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i wanted to head down the library to read up a lil on the writing clep that i have nxt mon. but it turned out that i forgot to turn my stove off juz now when i left for school. i was making maize soup, wif carrots, onions and minced meat. in the end i had to abandon plan and head home after texas politics class to turn it off. but i figured the low fire will not burn anything and luckily i was correct. in fact, a great aroma greeted my nostrils when i lifted the cover!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; *lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i've a tv in my room! it's not mine though. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since they only hold their poker games on monday nights. i have the tv to myself for the rest of the week! so i decided to move it to my room. all in all i juz want to finish this sem asap wif fantastic results so that i can drive around and enjoy my winter break in my sports car (hopefully..) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*prays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i have yet to post my pics of the houston zoo trip during the labour day holiday. hopefully i can get them up on the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-5692024289777969189?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/5692024289777969189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=5692024289777969189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/5692024289777969189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/5692024289777969189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/09/stress-stress-stress.html' title='stress stress stress'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-8778166328918025887</id><published>2007-09-06T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:15:07.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonG tiME nO sEE..</title><content type='html'>am riding on the greyhound now as i do this entry. yepz! am heading to houston bcoz mon will be labour day so i'll have a long weekend. i'll most prob skip school on tue so that means i'll be staying over at my aunt jac's place for 4 days and 4 nitez! not to forget great food too! *drips saliva.. have been busy dotaing, catching up with friends and family members and enjoying good food that i've not done an try since i went back to singapore. so here i am with a big sorri to all my loyal readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt realli sad and unwilling when i've to leave singapore this time. was not looking forward to coming back, bcoz there is so much (i use the word 'much' bcoz it is simply uncountable!) things that i will miss. But fortunately everything has turned out much better than i expected, so it remains to be seen. the biggest comfort i can relish is my new apartment. it's much bigger and spacious than chapparral. best thing about it is that it comes with a big kitchen, in which i've whipped up a few mouth-watering dishes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hopefully i'll be able to perfect my art of cooking before i return to spore for good. after all cooking has always been an interest of mine. jon &amp; i missed each other when i arrived in SA. according to him, he said he had reached at 430pm (before i touched down bcoz my flight got delayed). however, i didnt see him at all when i was picking up my luggage. i even left a message in his cellphone saying i'll be waiting where he dropped me off the last time. eventually, i heard his page and the time was 6pm. paid for his parking and dropped by cici's pizza to buy dinner for him, john and alex. didnt unpack bcoz the front office was closed which means i cant check in. so guess where i sleep that night? yea..the couch! (which was surprisingly comfortable) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i guess sleep deprivation for 48hrs caused me to knock out quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something unexpected happened when i returned to SA. the classes that i had registered for fall DISAPPEARED! technically speaking, i do not have any classes at all for this fall! was so shocked when i realised that, and immediately went to the biz building com lab to get them to reset my ASAP password. guess what? they say the ASAP server is down and that they couldn't reset my password for me. worst of all is that they have no idea when the server will be up again! that seriously pissed me off. by the way, this all happened the day before school was set to reopen (since i returned to SA only on mon's evening). as always, i've not been very pleased with the administration over this side of the globe. fortunately, i was able to reset my own password MYSELF! am i an it technician or wat? aniwae i quickly got down to registering for classes which was to start the next day! as you have guessed, a lot of classes i had orginally for were already full. as a result, i planned a new schedule for this fall. the only good thing (so far) that came out of this incident was that i had come up with a better schedule than before. will be taking 7 classes this semester. it's going to be more crazy, rigourous, tough, sleep deprivation and hair pulling this semmester. am taking texas politics, american history: post civil war to present, physiology, anatomy, physiology lab, guitar and computer science. i'm intending to clep chemistry, college algebra and writing classes. if successful, that will mean i've done 10 classes this semester! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*stuns.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here's a bried intro on each of my professors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;history: ms andria crosson. she comes across to me as someone who has great beliefs and determination. however, that doesnt means she forces her views on me but rather through her lessons and herself as an example, she lets me see why see believes certain things. she's definately one of thos profs who are genuinely concerned bout her students. 9/10 (1 mark for speaking too fast in class that i cannot take down all of what she is saying in class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;politics: mr jim startin. his classes is extremely interesting. a big burly man with an excellent sense of humour. i don't think anyone can fall asleep in his class, a total contrast to my history class last semester when i was just snoozing through every class. however, he is the kind of profs who feels that how well a student does is the student's responsiblity. in short, he does his best to teach but doesnt care a hoot bout how you score. 8.5/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;moss: she is both my physiology and anatomy professor. her classes tend to be boring and monotonous. but she gets her job done and makes sure everyone understands what she is saying before moving on. poor hanadwriting worth noting too bcoz i always have so much trouble reading what she is writing. 7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;guitar: mr ritcher reminds me of the sheriffs in those western cowboys movies. tall, lean and specky with a moustache. but in modern times, he is a very good guitarist. nice teacher with a caring attitude. afterall, he didnt rant at me for not having my guitar the past 2 weeks (since i've no strings) but his classes go a lil too slow for my liking. 7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;computer science: mr kwek is a downright boring teacher. from his surname, you'll prob guess he's asian. my guess is china (from his accent) though he does have a sporean look. i consider what he teaches in class to be extremely basic in this day and age. he has been covering the paarts of a computer like mouse and keyboard etc. and what you can do with a computer like how to copy and paste etc. i realli felt like telling him that my 8yr old cousin even knows how to do all these things he is teaching! it doesnt help that he juz speaks to his computer monitor. worst of all, he doesnt answer the point of the question when students ask him a question. a classic example is iasked him what is the laboratory thing on our webct (utsa learning portal). guess what he answered me? he said it's very easy and that i have to do it. DUHZ! what a dumbass! 1/10 yes. it may be harsh but he deserves it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;physiology lab: i've only attended lab once but mr ekbar gives me the impression that he is a very serious person. after all, he was stressing the fact he's a very fair person throughout the lesson. i can see some amount of committment and dedication. 8/10 (extra mark for remembering my name in juz the first lesson) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i came up with an invention that made me very pleased with myself. i tot i my shower curtain was with my stuffs that i left over here for the summer, apparently it's not so i guess i've to come with another solution if not my bathroom floor will be wet after i shower. i saw a pile of wal-mart plastic bags in my apartment and with a stroke of genius i decided to make a shower curtain out of wal-mart plastic bags! here's a look at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106984389070039314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rt-nPm_8KRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JOVUh9CLLgg/s320/CIMG1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106985501466569010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rt-oQW_8KTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/j8CpBuPUiII/s320/CIMG1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first, i tot this will be a temporary shower curtain which i would replace the next time i headed down to wal-mart but as a matter of fact, this self-made shower curtain has worked so surprisingly well that i dont intend to replace it anymore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my aunt jac read this sure shake head. my aunt mabel read this sure say cheapskate. my uncle alan read this sure say miser. am i right?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; *smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but that's not ture lorz..i was making the most of the available resources i had, at the same time ensuring that it was cost efficient and environmentally safe too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow. this is a very long entry. it's to make up for the long absence so enjoy!&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/7677193-8778166328918025887?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/8778166328918025887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=8778166328918025887' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677193.post-2127820271684243124</id><published>2007-05-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:34:16.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sHit wOrk</title><content type='html'>i still can't believe i actualli spent the whole day scrubbing the toilet in my apartment! the toilet bowl, the bath tub, the floors, the walls and anything else that was dirty. tt is why i'm so happy that we'll b getting our PERSONAL toilets when we move next semester, so that i need not scrub other people damn dirty toilet! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been realli busy wif exams lately. woke up at 2am after slping at 8pm. been cleaning the whole apartment since the day before, no thanks to somebody. fortunately, jon is around to help me wif the cleaning. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*yayz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i say i' not pissed wif john i'll be lying. the fact that he didnt even offer to help nor did he even throw a glance to how damn difficult it is to clean the toilet after how badly he messed it up. even his mum exclaimed in disbelief that i was scrubbing the toilet. i so wanted to tell her if not for ur son! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*duhz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i find that john is a spoilt guy. more often than not, he takes things for granted. as in he leaves our trash bags outside people's apartments instead of bringing to the dumpster, he throws things out of our building all over the place, pees on people's bike and many other crazy things. i would attribute all these crazy acts to his age. he's only 19. but the sucky thing is that he expects people to clean up after him. and now that maggie (my neighbour) and him are together, i realli wonder how long they will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maggie is a very sweet and cheerful girl. and as wat i told jon juz now (since he asked bout them), i hope he doesn't hurt her. i feel that they have contrasting characters and differences. gers generally mature earlier than guys. though maggie isn't exactly looking for a stable family guy now but i'm sure it'll b soon. moreover, john is much too wild for her and he can't realli commit. furthermore, the issue of poker will always come between them. though maggie loves john's humour and outgoing-ness, but i feel that that is not enuff to last. in fact, i feel that john is juz a spare tyre for adrian, whom maggie used to love alot (before i came).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae i'll be returning to s'pore soon. so i realli look forward to seeing you guys soon! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*ciaoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid com yest nite got some stupid problem. i can't raise or lower the volume. when i d-click the volume icon, an error message pops up telling me that there are no active mixer device available. the funny thing is that there is still sound when my com starts up or shuts down, or when there is an error message. but when i watch movie or clips.. nothing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried everything i could. device manager, task manager, system restore and even the recovery disc doesn't seem to help bcoz the problem will juz come back after awhile. *haiz.. does anyone have a solution to this damn problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meantime, there's a huge reward for me surviving this week. that is my aunt, uncle, cousin and I will be touring the hill countries of san antonio (as quoted from aunt jac), visit the factory outlets (fashion stores) in san marcos and seaworld! simply cant wait for them to get here now. so am keeping myself occupied while waiting. juz hope that the rain outside will stop soon and we'll have good weather! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-7401797614990210381?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/7401797614990210381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=7401797614990210381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/7401797614990210381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/7401797614990210381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunshine-after-rain.html' title='SunShiNe AftEr rAiN'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-7919221831896190868</id><published>2007-04-10T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:58:42.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hEctiC hEctiC</title><content type='html'>juz came back frm library after spending the past 5 hours there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished my stats homework which is due tom morning and read thru 3/4 of my history text!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's 1.30am and i still have work to do! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the result of going to my aunt jac's place. not that i'm complaining. i love to go there especially the food! but juz that the environment is not conducive for me to do my work due to the lack of my self-discipline. so i gotta rush to finish all these stuffs before school tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of fact, i juz came back frm houston today. reason is that ben decided to stay for one more day over easter so i have no choice but to stay over at her place for one more day too. but that only means i have one less day to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have.. powerpoint slides to do, presentation to practice, biology lab procedures to read, history test to study, air ticket to confirm, psychology notes to finish copying, english quizzes to do and the list goes on... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if i can survive this week. i would have survive the worst of this semester. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*prays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-7919221831896190868?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/7919221831896190868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=7919221831896190868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/7919221831896190868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/7919221831896190868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/04/hectic-hectic.html' title='hEctiC hEctiC'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-2689383133511722855</id><published>2007-04-05T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T07:53:09.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wEAk</title><content type='html'>was on my way to get dinner yest and this tot sudd popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when did i become so weak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*stunned..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weak in the sense of intelligence, awareness, character, mindset, etc etc relative to my age. basically the overall development of the whole package, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tots went back to the times in secondary school. had lesser friends but i was definately much stronger for my age then. i have more friends and a ger i love but somehow i can't help but feel that i've grown weaker. maybe some of you will say that i should quit comparing. but it's not. it's juz wat i ask of myself.. which there probably is no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not complaining bout my present life. i'm probably dissatisfied at myself ba. i feel that the rate of my growth seems to be slowing down. i noe i've real high expectations of myself. i want to be good in everything ranging from studies, to sports, and  to intra- &amp; inter-personal relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help thinking bout those old chinese martial arts films where the man will leave his family or even kill his family just to attain the attain the peak in martial arts. it seems pretty much so since i was very much a loner throughout my secondary school and early jc years, and the growth rate then seemed much higher than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can one realli attain "this peak" when there are no distractions? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-2689383133511722855?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/2689383133511722855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>not that i wanna say him but he is the main culprit for making me sad and disappointed by giving me false hopes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him on tue if they (jie hao,ben &amp; bob) if they are going back to houston anytime soon. he told me that they are actually heading home this weekend. i was like wtf?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANNA GO BACK TOO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i so miss being in houston than over here. it's so &lt;strong&gt;booorrrriiinnnngggg&lt;/strong&gt; over here. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*yawnz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;back there, i got pple whom i can talk wif, play wif, places to go, things to see and most importantly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD FOOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(courtesy of Iron Chef JAC!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae i was so determined to go back that i emailed my prof to request a change in my lab session from sat to thur for this week. fortunately, she replied yes. however, in the process, i have to skip my history class but what is a class in exchange for all the good things in houston? and i was so looking forward to fri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when thur came, i called jie hao to confirm what time they were leaving. he suddenly added the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"MIGHT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i was wtf?! you told me that day that you guys were going back and all of a sudden you say that ben only said he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; head home?! that was not the end. he had to tell me that he was going back &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WITH ANOTHER FREN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and as i had expected.. no space for me! god damn them man! i am extremely pissed that he didnt make things clear. worst of all.. he went back himself! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*zzz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mankind is selfish! &lt;strong&gt;*duhz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been raining for the whole god damn day. probably God is crying for me too.. i had to change my socks today. i had to get my jeans, shoes and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEW SOCKS SOAKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today! there had to thunderstorm warnings all over SA today. there had to be hail falling from the sky.&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; *pelt down hail!*&lt;/span&gt; i had to be left in san antonio today. i had to be bored to death today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a piece of advice, dun ever consider living in SA unless you like peace and quiet places.. and i do mean peace and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; QUIET PLACES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-8596238382012298564?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/8596238382012298564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=8596238382012298564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/8596238382012298564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/8596238382012298564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/stupid-jie-hao.html' title='Stupid jiE hAO!'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-3043924713069531053</id><published>2007-03-30T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:19:26.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fArenhEit 9/11</title><content type='html'>if you guys have 2 hours to spare. watch this. even if you dun have 2 hours, you must still watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.co.uk/videoplay?docid=6387831398516462334"&gt;http://video.google.co.uk/videoplay?docid=6387831398516462334&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a movie i'll highly recommend. it mite make you cry. it made me cry. it talks bout.. all the conspiracies behind the &lt;strong&gt;HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;. the news that dun tell you. the gruesome sights of innocent kids wif their limbs blown off that you dun see. the real reasons why sept 11 happened. the real reason why us invaded iraq. was it &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"liberation"&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; invasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? the abuse of trust of the military by the &lt;strong&gt;HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;. the things that make you question where is humanity. the things that make you question wtf is the &lt;strong&gt;HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt; thinking. the things that make you wonder how much more bullshit is that bush gonna blabber. i wonder what the world is coming to.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*sobz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7677193.post-9065925606445877575</id><published>2007-03-29T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:44:57.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fReelOadErs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KNNBCCB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as i was bout to enter roadrunner cafe juz now, some fucking&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; _____&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;faggot came up to me and wanna freeload off me. he said hey. so i said wassup? he said he wanted me to swipe for him! &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*extra info: students can have their meals stored in their utsa id card so that it's much more convenient than carrying cash around* &lt;/span&gt;i wanted to say fuck off bcoz i was in a bad mood. then i tot suan le juz swipe larz bcoz i didnt wan any trouble. and it seems like the counter ger recognises him that i'm not the only one that he freeloads off! how thick-skinned can these &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_____ &lt;/span&gt;faggots get! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently jonathan moved his tv outside so that we can watch tv or play video games freely. which made the pple on our floor very happy! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*yayz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then we moved our couch and chairs etc outside so that more pple can join the fun.but apparently the cops came on monday night (i was sleeping at that time though bcoz the cops came at 4am) bcoz supposedly we were not allowed to move the furnitures out of the apartment. not only that, john and adrian were hosting a poker game at that time and they got busted for alcohol! (bcoz alcohol is not allowed in our apartments) aniwae all the alcohol in our fridge flew away.. hmmz.. maybe God was punishing them? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-9065925606445877575?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/9065925606445877575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=9065925606445877575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/9065925606445877575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/9065925606445877575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/freeloaders.html' title='fReelOadErs'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-5359824581214510823</id><published>2007-03-27T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:51:15.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it rained kinda heavy today, for the whole of yesterday. one of the heaviest i ever seen since i came here. in fact it hardly rained throughout winter, but as spring approached, occurance of rain seemed more frequent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-5359824581214510823?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/5359824581214510823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=5359824581214510823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/5359824581214510823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/5359824581214510823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-rained-kinda-heavy-today-for-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-2637253353858187465</id><published>2007-03-27T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:10:56.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bRokEn dOwn a.C</title><content type='html'>felt it was kinda warm on sat. didnt noe why but didnt think much bout it. aniwae felt the temperature was nice enuff for me to wear shorts. so i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got up i saw adrian and john at the poker table. then the following conversation pissed me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian: do you find it warm in here?&lt;br /&gt;me : yarz.. do you noe why?&lt;br /&gt;adrian: oh.. that's bcoz the a.c thermostat is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*as i was about to say something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john : if not for somebody who keeps changing the temperature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like WTF?! it's obviously he is putting the blame on me. but does that mean he never change the temperature at all? he always turns the temperature down to a freaking 19 deg Celsius!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; *brr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; despite me wearing long pants and a thick jacket i'm still shivering! then is it wrong of me to turn down the temperature bcoz i'm very cold? i juz feel so wronged. and it's not as if i turn up the a.c till it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BURNING HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAMN THESE PEOPLE MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fucking selfish bastards who juz think bout themselves!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; *zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had better burn in hell..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*muahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz hate to be wronged. that is one thing i hate the most in my whole life! that feeling sux! and it seems like everyone recently is wronging me.. my room mate and even my mother! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; juz feel like dying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-2637253353858187465?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/2637253353858187465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=2637253353858187465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/2637253353858187465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/2637253353858187465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/broken-down-ac.html' title='bRokEn dOwn a.C'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-1818289655573230348</id><published>2007-03-24T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:53:11.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aNt bitEs</title><content type='html'>i have ant bites all over my feet and right hand. at first i tot nthg bout it but they have been irritating me these few days. it's super itchy even after i've squeezed the pus and liquid out. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the way, these are not your typical ant bites that you get in singapore. these bites are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE ANTS' BITES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember i helped my aunt jac weed her  garden during spring break? we discovered a lot of fire ants nests. these fire ants are smaller than the red ants we have in singapore, but their bites are so much more vicious than their bigger counterparts. i was in charge of applying medicine to their colonies so that we can exterminate the queen and the whole group of them. got stung numerous times along the way and now they are itching badly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz hope that they will heal soon. and stop itching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-1818289655573230348?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/1818289655573230348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=1818289655573230348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/1818289655573230348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/1818289655573230348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/ant-bites.html' title='aNt bitEs'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-2198883376000314975</id><published>2007-03-21T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T13:36:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>utSa iD Card</title><content type='html'>realised i lost my utsa id card on my way out from the main building after bio lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to faint le. i didnt noe wat to do.&lt;strong&gt; *turns pale..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed back to lecture room to see if i had accidentally dropped it there. not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a guess that i dropped it on my way into the main building. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*pissed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so xianz le bcoz the utsa id card is 1. the card which gets me my meals 2. the key to my room 3. my free bus pass to downtown 4. holds cash in it like a cashcard for laundry or photocopying services 5. and many other important things like identification etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae gotta report the loss to the card office. guess wat? the guy at the card office told me someone turned my card in. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*yayz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this had to be the saddest and happiest day in utsa so far. and it happened in an hour. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-2198883376000314975?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/2198883376000314975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=2198883376000314975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/2198883376000314975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/2198883376000314975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/utsa-id-card.html' title='utSa iD Card'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-3301824149707785991</id><published>2007-03-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:04:04.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of SpriNg bReAk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*yawnz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got to get up early for school again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring break seems to pass so fast. one week juz whizzes by so quickly. thats the bad news. however, the good news is that the faster time passes the faster i'll be home!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; *rejoices..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good way to start school after spring break is to be commended by your english professor first thing in the morning. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*beams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; english is my first lesson after spring break. considering that it is at 8am on a monday morning. it isnt the best way to start school after spring break. but, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was half a minute late (bcoz there is a clock outside my classroom). my prof was handing back our essays. i got a 92! my highest ever so far. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*yayz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but made some stupid mistakes again so gotta watch out for them the next time round. after she finished handing them out, she started the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREAT SPEECH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she said she was disappointed how most students are still doing badly at this time of the year. that was when she said this, "Matthew and Ivan (another classmate of mine) are international students but yet they are performing much better than all of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked my name was mentioned. as usual i was dreaming in class. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so i tot she wanted to scold me for daydreaming. instead she was commending me! *lol.. suddenly i felt the whole class staring at me. and i felt super uncomfortable. aiyah u noe i very shy de ma. then when amary-cans know that u're doing better than them later they take a gun and shoot me how? or kidnap and gang rape me how? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so i have to be on my guard from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a psychology test at the end of this week too.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; *sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i guess it's all back to the drawing board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-3301824149707785991?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/3301824149707785991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=3301824149707785991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/3301824149707785991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/3301824149707785991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/end-of-spring-break.html' title='End Of SpriNg bReAk'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-2323305163592821717</id><published>2007-03-18T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:08:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galleria</title><content type='html'>juz woke up from my quiet saturday afternoon nap. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*yawnz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guess everyone does get a lil sleepy on the weekends after lunch. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*heez..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to get up at 0715 (when we had to get up at 0700!) for breakfast bcoz joel had piano lessons at downtown today. seems like everyone kinda overslpt and we left house later than usual. reached auntie cerina's (joel's piano teacher) place at 0850. this was my second time here. but i didnt go in the first time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the housing area they lived in resembled one of the motels our family stayed during our NZ trip. 2 storeys long-ish buildings built wif red bricks. aniwae the whole family seemed very pleased to see me. uncle joseph (auntie cerina's husband) asked me a question bout my church and where it was located. told him it was singapore. he asked where. so i said wat do you mean where? he said where was it located? i said south-east asia. then my aunt jac started to say i blur haven wake up. turned out that he was asking where was it located in singapore. i was like duhz! how did i noe that they were singaporeans? in my school i have to deal wif a lot of "where's singapore?" or "wats singapore?" lorz. it's totally a case of bad questioning skills. that created a big joke all right and everyone had a good laugh (at who knows..)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; *zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they have 3 sons and 1 daughter. their 2 sons are still studying in other parts of us while their daughter had already graduated from michigan university and is currently working in md anderson. we chatted awhile before uncle joseph and uncle howe yong joined us. i dunno. but i told aunt jac that uncle joseph doesnt give me a very good feeling. feel that he is a deep person. maybe i'm too sensitive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but you guys know i'm seldom wrong in analysing pple so ... chatted bout a lot of me. prospects in us vs. spore, living standards, austin, sa, houston etc. seriously, i told them i found sa a boring place. realli quiet, peaceful but no forms of entertainment and shopping centres etc. we left after joel was done. i found out later from aunt jac that their daughter had never talked to them despite them being over so many times. so, they were very surprised when they see her chatting wif me. i mean cant help it rite? you guys know wat i mean hor? pple are naturally attracted to good-looking people wat. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then again, it mite be the generation gap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;headed to galleria since my aunt jac need not do any grocery shopping at chinatown. it is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to give you guys in singapore a better idea. i wld say it's at least twice as large as vivocity. mayb even thrice bcoz there were a few buildings and we were only in one of them. this is supposed to be the equivalent of our paragon. and the number of shops around is simply appalling. there were the tai-tai brands like gucci, coach, lv and burberry. there were also kiddy-shops like build-a-bear and walt disney shop. numerous ladies fashion stores like bebe and victoria's secret. they even had a ice skating rink! i bought an ax top! i think this is the first piece of clothing i've bought here. it is a hooded long sleeve sweater which is black and blue. which looked good on me (as always) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we walked around for bout 2 hrs, had lunch before heading home bcoz joel had english tuition at 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i noe you guys have been deprived of my nice photos so here are the pics i took while walking around galleria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043022284076832450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxqDFzHVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JCTfDbjJ0Rw/s320/CIMG0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ice skating rink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043023194609899218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfxq4FzHVtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wjSH6bAQ-_Y/s320/CIMG0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;another view of the skating rink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043023946229176034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfxrj1zHVuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W0qASTPf640/s320/CIMG0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;an aquarium in the center of the walkway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043024586179303154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxsJFzHVvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S-xmGxJFSsA/s320/CIMG0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a closer look at the fishes inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043026531799488290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfxt6VzHVyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9cKXUl6Nvrs/s320/CIMG0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the disney store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043025243309299458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxsvVzHVwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NA8ZIm-FDZQ/s320/CIMG0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt; director donald &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*cut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043025857489622802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxtTFzHVxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NiuPmrZGrdU/s320/CIMG0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;mickey and pluto on a magic carpet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043027236174124850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxujVzHVzI/AAAAAAAAABE/kKL_-6bLcwY/s320/CIMG0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the classic mickey mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043027893304121154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxvJlzHV0I/AAAAAAAAABM/HmdDsm6eT90/s320/CIMG0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the three little pigs and the big bad wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043029168909408082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxwT1zHV1I/AAAAAAAAABU/S-BDr_3kxvg/s320/CIMG0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the genie, jaffar, grumpy, doc and dopey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043029856104175458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfxw71zHV2I/AAAAAAAAABc/KB7v6vye9ng/s320/CIMG0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;minnie mouse, simba and one of the dwarf (whose name i cant rem) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043030672147961714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxxrVzHV3I/AAAAAAAAABk/VE3loJvrGVg/s320/CIMG0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the scourge and his three nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043031578386061186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxygFzHV4I/AAAAAAAAABs/2lNoivoS4Os/s320/CIMG0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;101 dalmatians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043032334300305298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxzMFzHV5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AIqKevKKK3E/s320/CIMG0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;all the princesses (snow white, cinderella, beauty and jasmine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043033399452194722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfx0KFzHV6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DA8TToWUM08/s320/CIMG0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;then came build-a-bear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043035667194927026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfx2OFzHV7I/AAAAAAAAACE/qNo9QIEZDZI/s320/CIMG0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;firstly, you pick your toy's skin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043037080239167426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfx3gVzHV8I/AAAAAAAAACM/wem4FWgGZBM/s320/CIMG0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;secondly, you fluff it up wif ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043038441743800274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfx4vlzHV9I/AAAAAAAAACU/eM2q955i35Q/s320/CIMG0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COTTON !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043039760298760162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfx58VzHV-I/AAAAAAAAACc/rEgk4WQFNJ4/s320/CIMG0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;thirdly, you give it a bath and a scrub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043040730961369074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfx601zHV_I/AAAAAAAAACk/wZV4pCpMLL4/s320/CIMG0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*ta daa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your very own, custom-built toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043041937847179266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/Rfx77FzHWAI/AAAAAAAAACs/aAIoatGhBEk/s320/CIMG0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;finally, the bear promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-2323305163592821717?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/2323305163592821717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=2323305163592821717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/2323305163592821717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/2323305163592821717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/galleria.html' title='Galleria'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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://bp1.blogger.com/_udu77dduTYw/RfxqDFzHVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JCTfDbjJ0Rw/s72-c/CIMG0362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677193.post-424377881812128658</id><published>2007-03-15T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T08:07:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wOrk</title><content type='html'>i guess everyone hates to work. i mean work when u're supposed to be resting. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been procrastinating (on purpose) on my english project. bothered me so much that i decided to juz get it done and over wif. we are supposed to research on our future career paths and merge our information into an informative presentation. as i did my project, i'm further affirmed that my this path that i had chosen is correct. the only bad thing is that i can't wait is for all of these to be over. but i'm living up and trying to enjoy every bit of the experience here. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm seriously considering working here in future. firstly, the prospects here are much better. secondly, i like the living conditions here. thirdly, i dun like the rigidity of the education system back home. but i dunno.. i'm juz thinking. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rained heavily for the whole of today. so didnt get to weed the garden in fact there were warnings of thunderstorms in our area. experienced some loss in satellite signal and electricity. but the rain started to die down in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the halfway mark of spring break. so fast! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but faster the better. can't wait to get home and graduate and head back home! am already missing my bike, my bed at home, my trails, my family members and of cuz.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my WIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-424377881812128658?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/424377881812128658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=424377881812128658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/424377881812128658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/424377881812128658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/work.html' title='wOrk'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-1403850457952454260</id><published>2007-03-14T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:01:42.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wEEdInG tHE GardEn</title><content type='html'>it was my first time ever weeding the garden. guess how it went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was fine today. my aunt jac decided that we should weed the garden today. as a freeloader, i dun think i have much of a choice huh?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; *sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i must say it is a back-breaking and knee-hurting job. even so, i found it fun. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you have to experience it to know hpw tough izzit to be a farmer. and to think that weeding is only 1/5 of the job done. we spent bout an hour out there and managed to only finish 1/5 of the entire patch (whole lot of weeds out there huh?) prob bcoz my aunt jac used to only cut up the weeds using normal scissors! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so i had to make sure that the roots were fully out. had to use a lot of effort to pull them out until my fingers feel kinda numb now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*hmmz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of weeds are already very developed. some of them even have fruits and flowers! ironically, some of the weeds did not look that bad against the grass patch. in fact, i felt a sense of unwillingness having to pull some of them out. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but, an order is an order. so off they went into the plastic bag. i would suppose that we mite have to do more weeding tomolo. which i don't mind. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*grinz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been talking to master zhang these past few days about some stuffs. and i came up with a good business model that i can't wait to implement. if all goes well, it mite be a matter of time before my flight home becomes free! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*jumps up and down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-1403850457952454260?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/1403850457952454260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=1403850457952454260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/1403850457952454260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/1403850457952454260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/weeding-garden.html' title='wEEdInG tHE GardEn'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-8930378912453582717</id><published>2007-03-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:11:07.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gReyhOuNd eXperIeNCe</title><content type='html'>seriously, it was not a very memorable one. in fact, it sux. imagine waiting for a bus for 4 hrs. total waste of time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything juz went wrong yesterday. forgot my calculator for my lab exam. had to dash all the way back to my room and to campus again. was panting and sweating like mad when i entered. not a very good condition to take the exams right? during which, my instructor has almost finished giving the instructions le. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to catch the 1245 greyhound bus. so i had to take the 1056 via bus to downtown. but who was to know that via would change their bus schedules at the last minute?! had to wait for another half hour like a dumb fool.  when the bus came, i asked and the bus driver said it was going downtown. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but, he lied!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i wasted another 1 hr bcoz of his stupid error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see. 94 is a loop service. so no matter what he said he would still be correct. what i meant is if it is on the route to downtown, rather than going in a loop before heading there. on normal days, i wouldn't mind. but there had to be a gigantic traffic jam at fiesta texas (one of the stops in the loop route). i guess it was the first day of their opening yesterday and there was a massive jam that took us 1 hour juz to get out of it. by the time we were on our way, i had missed my greyhound bus le. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*pissed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to take the next bus at 420. i hate to say this, but san antonio's downtown area is pathetic. there are hardly any attractions except the alamo and RIVERrrr..Walk? (as adrian would say it) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i oso realised how hard it is to find food there. imagine ploughing through streets to find restaurants (that were either closed or too expensive). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eventually i juz decided to grab a packet of chocolate chip cookies and minute maid lemonade from walgreens. afterall, chocolate dooes induces serotonin which can probably make me feel better. by the way, that was my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to the station and waited for another 2 hrs. when it was time, they told us the bus was delayed for 45min (but it ended uo being mroe than an hour!)&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*zzz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i was already damn xianz le. juz wanted to quickly hop on this god-damn bus and be on my way to houston. on the way there, i seriously tot bout getting a car bcoz it would save me a lot of a hassle and time. but we'll see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the station at 2105 (when i could have reacheed here at 1630) and my uncle howe yong was there waiting le (much to my relief). had hor fun for dinner cooked specially by my aunt jac. it tasted great! this definately amde me felt a whole lot better. i guess i'll prob cheer up the next few days. afterall it's spring break ain't it? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-8930378912453582717?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/8930378912453582717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=8930378912453582717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/8930378912453582717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/8930378912453582717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/greyhound-experience.html' title='gReyhOuNd eXperIeNCe'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-5085915261846220006</id><published>2007-03-10T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T06:06:25.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pSy. rEsEArCh StUdY</title><content type='html'>I'M SO PISSED OFF!!! i actualli overslept through my psychology research study! damn it! i usu cant be bothered. but this miss results in a 1 hour forfeit! KNNBCCB!!! tt means i did 1 hour of study for nothing! still find it so hard to believe tt i didnt even hear my alarm clock. wat is harder to believe is tt i didnt even remember shutting the clock! damn it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*ARGH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it totally sux! everyone is gg home for spring break today but i still gotta stay till tomolo. even my roomies have left. leaving me all alone in this apartment. why?! bcoz i got a midterm lab exam tomolo!!! which i realli dun feel like taking lorz. make u stay back for 24 hrs for a stupid 2hr examination. and bcoz of tt i've no transportation to houston and would most prob have to take the greyhound? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sux. totally sux. even spring break seems to be laughing at me now.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; *zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-5085915261846220006?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/5085915261846220006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=5085915261846220006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/5085915261846220006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/5085915261846220006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/03/psy-research-study.html' title='pSy. rEsEArCh StUdY'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-3540564434614015640</id><published>2007-02-28T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:46:24.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EnnEAgrAm</title><content type='html'>i remembered doing one 2-3 years ago. can't remember what was my type. checked my email and tot it would be interesting to do it again and see wats my type. didnt expect mine to be humanitarian. but reflecting on it made me realise it's kinda true. here's my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;THE HUMANITARIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth. — Muhammad Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Type 2, The Humanitarian, you can feel strongly that your purpose on earth is to be of service to others and to make a difference in the world. Indeed, it's likely that you have a very clear image of yourself as a helper. Whether you take on responsibility in your family, your community, or on a global level, you may need to feel that you're having a positive impact for your life to feel balanced and right. As a result, you probably get involved in a great variety of projects, sometimes over-extending yourself because you have trouble saying no. You may figure that there's no way you can refuse when there's so much to be done in the world. This kind of caring is an admirable trait. Just make sure that you leave yourself time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you typically spend a great amount of time and energy helping others, people shouldn't mistake you for being totally selfless. On the contrary, you probably know that you're willing to use your influence over other people to get what you want. After all, it may only seem fair that you would be on the receiving end once and a while. However, the best way to get what you need is to be a good guardian of your own inner resources and property. Know that you can be a giving person and still have some things you keep for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone, to some extent your &lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 100%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 0.07em solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/enneagram/paidresult.jsp?#" target="_blank" itxtdid="3264769"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt; has been shaped by past experiences. One reason you may identify with Humanitarians, Enneagram Type 2, is if you were often praised for being a good child. Having a few formative experiences where you got what you wanted by pleasing others may have caused you to continue your people-pleasing ways into adulthood. Another possibility is that during childhood you may have had to raise a parent's spirit by serving as an emotional crutch. If this is true for you, it's not surprising that you developed a need to help out emotionally during hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How your type work for (or against) you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling your best, you probably have faith in the goodness of life, sensing that everyone's needs will be ultimately satisfied by a force greater than yourself. At these times, giving to yourself can be the greatest reward, whether you're treating yourself to a special present or simply taking time out to relax and enjoy your day. By nurturing yourself this way, you create the necessary conditions to reach your full potential. You also store up more energy to help others by taking good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However you aren't likely to be at your best every day. During the times when you're feeling your worst, you can become over invested in being indispensable and having people need you. You probably even feel that you know what others' need more than they know themselves. Strangely enough, when you're experiencing these feelings, you may find yourself disappointing others or becoming unhelpful. This failure to meet others needs can lead you to an even lower opinion of yourself. Know that such a downward spiral is caused by a belief that you cannot be loved without being needed. In possessing this worldview, you can find yourself wholly focused on what other people want while repressing your own needs and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you avoid feeling your worst and start feeling your best? Above all, pay attention to what you need and want out of life. Not only that — but start asking for it. It might be hard at first, but try to be more open to receiving help, advice, and gifts from others. Understand that you are an individual who deserves to be loved and helped without needing to give anything in return. Other people get satisfaction from being able to help too. Start to welcome their assistance. In addition, try to spend time developing your sense of self and your independent interests. Focus on things that have nothing to do with needing to contribute to someone else's well-being or success. It's okay to be centered on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Compatibility in Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Type 2, The Humanitarian, your typical strategy when looking for love likely involves fulfilling others' needs in exchange for love. To do this, you can make continued efforts to anticipate what others want from you and to wow them with special efforts on their behalf. In essence, you try to be indispensable. You want any date of yours to know what a great partner they've discovered. You may attempt to do this by trying to create really memorable experiences for your date — with little concern for your own enjoyment. You may also focus conversation on the person you're dating rather than on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, these methods will &lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 100%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; COLOR: darkgreen; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 0.07em solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/enneagram/paidresult.jsp?#" target="_blank" itxtdid="2955672"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; like a charm. When they don't, you're likely to feel a bit rejected.At times when you feel unloved, you'll probably hold resentment against others for not seeing how valuable and lovable you are to them. In a move toward greater self-acceptance, try to understand that your self-worth doesn't depend on your ability to fulfill the desires of others. Create some space for yourself to appreciate your own identity, aside from caring for others. You can do this by not giving more than is needed, listening to your own needs, and allowing yourself to receive from others. Let yourself feel worthy of love and attention, no matter how much you give, or do not give, to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Compatibility at Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll usually do your best in positions where you get to interact with lots of people. This leverages your ability to draw people out and engage with them. In management positions, you can be a caring and thoughtful leader. You seem to excel in encouraging others to reach their potential and advance within an organization. Fields you're most likely to be suited for include social services, fundraising, and human resources.When you're considering employment with a new company, one of the most important things for you to think about is how well you'll get along with your potential co-workers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-3540564434614015640?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/3540564434614015640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=3540564434614015640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/3540564434614015640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/3540564434614015640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/02/enneagram.html' title='EnnEAgrAm'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-43558903314050702</id><published>2007-02-25T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:29:30.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hIStOrY tEst</title><content type='html'>haven got time to blog this whole week. much as i wanted to. but got an essay to rush assignments that were due. even my psychology notes is behind schedule. gotta work on it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i have a history test next week and i am so not looking foward to it. went to the review for the test last week and did not noe a heck wat they were talking about. and the worst thing is that the guy conducting the review did not even bother to clarify the points. in the end, josh and i decided to bounce. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wat a complete waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. i noe i always fall asleep during history lectures. but it'll be good if he at least had a textbook that i can study. rather than base his lectures on a multimedia presentation of himself! and 70-80% of the test will be on wat he teaches in class. the remaining 20-30% is on a literary text he had written. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this is the only subject that will potentially hurt my perfect GPA score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a bio test this week too. guess this will be the most trying week for me so far. but good news is after which there will be no more tests till after spring break. was thinking of tidying up my room a little after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yarz. though this maybe a lil late but nonetheless i still wanna wish you all a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; May all our wishes and dreams come true in this lunar new year. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-43558903314050702?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/43558903314050702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=43558903314050702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/43558903314050702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/43558903314050702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/02/history-test.html' title='hIStOrY tEst'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-117168590842649917</id><published>2007-02-17T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T12:18:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mEE SiAm</title><content type='html'>i juz had mee siam! i so love the taste of it in my mouth once again. big thanks to my aunt jac for specially making it for me! realli appreciated the thought and effort put into it. oh and btw.. I'M IN HOUSTON for the CHINESE NEW YEAR!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*jumps up and down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was all possible bcoz i manage to change my sat lab class to mon and bcoz my frens gave me a ride down here! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*grinz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week has been good. got back my bio and stats test results. got full marks for both. so far so good. juz had a psychology test today and i want it to be the same. next week seems to be a very tough week as i have an essay and stats homework due. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even gotta work while i'm here &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got another bio test and history test coming up. so maybe it's time to stop oversleeping lectures. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*opps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wif tt kinda history teacher i think i got a whole lot to buck up myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-117168590842649917?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/117168590842649917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=117168590842649917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117168590842649917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117168590842649917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/02/mee-siam.html' title='mEE SiAm'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-117125963415721942</id><published>2007-02-12T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T13:53:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fAirYtAlEs</title><content type='html'>i have loved fairytales all my life. i am sure most people out there likes them too. especially for the happy ending. all's well ends well. i have always loved the joy it brought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, fairytales are an escape from reality which i feel is a good thing. you get to imagine yourself to be who you want to be. you can be Prince Charming, the fire-slaying knight in his shining armour or simply the hero that saves the day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people often think that "fairytale-lovers" are idealistic people who always dream of the perfect scenerio happening to them. i totally agree with that. i am an idealist. i used to spend lots of time thinking away. whether it happened a not, it doesn't matter. bcoz at least i was happy at that time and that is enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even till today, i still believe in fairytales. i have always believed in them and will continue to believe in them. i don't care about what people think. since young i had this thought, "if you truly believe in fairytales, your life might very well be a fairytale." fairytales have been an integral part of my childhood and it will continue to be. the question is.. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;would you like to be part of my fairytale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-117125963415721942?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/117125963415721942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=117125963415721942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117125963415721942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117125963415721942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/02/fairytales.html' title='fAirYtAlEs'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-117098789129542515</id><published>2007-02-09T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:24:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i nEEd gOOd fOOd !!!</title><content type='html'>played a lil soccer b4 i went for dinner juz now. it was damn cold! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*brr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it got better as i ran around. seriously, i didn't play very well juz now. i expected the playing conditions to be different but not that bad. i'm so totally not used to playing over here. the air that you breathe in is so cold that it chills your lungs. your throat becomes very dry and soon starts to hurt. your muscles also take longer to warm up. i guess it's juz my body telling me that i need to exercise more. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! i ate some better food! am so bored of eating the same stuffs over at the roadrunner cafe. it used to be good but now it kinda sux. the only thing that realli taste nice there are the sandwiches and i am beginning to get tired of eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae had a chubby checker cheeseburger over at the John Peace Library. the meal trade included fries (which was very GOOD! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) and a 16 oz. drink. i might consider eating dinner over there for mon to thur (since that is the only time that they operate till..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; *sighz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beginning to miss the food back home in s'pore. juz that day when i was studying for my bio test, i sudd craved for mee rebus and my mum's mee siam. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dun laugh k. it's true! it's bcoz there is a serious lack of variety over here. it's like pasta, pizza, chicken (lots of them!) , rice (that cannot make it), burgers (that sux), fried rice (that is extremely salty!) etc. yea. you noe wat i mean. it's always the same old food everyday. come to think bout it. i am actually ok wif the limited choices i have.. but i need GOOD FOOD!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; *dreamz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-117098789129542515?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/117098789129542515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=117098789129542515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117098789129542515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117098789129542515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-need-good-food.html' title='i nEEd gOOd fOOd !!!'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-117083303810963875</id><published>2007-02-07T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:23:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thE rEal bAttlE bEGIns..</title><content type='html'>people have been complaining that i never update my blog as frequently as i used to. pai sei larz. but i'm not as free as i used to be le ma where i can walk walk here walk walk there, take photo here take photo there etc. much as i wanna update my blog but tests, projects, quizzes and homework are beginning to stream in. it will only be a matter of time b4 it starts flooding in. so do understand that i will try to update my blog as much as possible only if the time permits. the real battle is about to begin.. &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*psyches..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my first test of the semester. bio. not exactly my favourite subject but i like the lecturer. felt the test was a give away. but i decline to comment further till i get my results back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back my stats homework. scored a 100! if i did not see wrongly, only one other person scored a 100 in the class. aniwae good morale booster for thur's stats test. did not study today because wanted to relax after studying hard for the bio test. will start studying for stats tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so good. the week had better stay this way. wish me luck for my stats test.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; *beams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-117083303810963875?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/117083303810963875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=117083303810963875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117083303810963875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117083303810963875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/02/real-battle-begins.html' title='thE rEal bAttlE bEGIns..'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-117053448889481928</id><published>2007-02-04T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:05:38.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bAd wEEk</title><content type='html'>i noe this post is kinda late but have been busy studying and preparing for my tests next week. got 2 tests nxt week. biology and statistics. been quite a stressful week for me with all the assignments and projects due this week. so tts y i can only blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed my lab quiz totally this morn. i'm so pissed! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's like i noe the answers but all the fucking careless mistakes! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hate it when that happens. and quizzes takes up 20% of my overall semester score. so it makes it all the more worse!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; *argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since it's over then juz fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae something unbelieveable happened this week. i overslept through my classes yesterday. when i got up, it was almost the end of my psychology class. damn it. i wasn't so worried bout my psychology class. i was worried bout my comms class because my attendance meant a grade! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i didn't even hear my alarm clock ring! which made me wonder if i even set it. but tt feeling sux. seems like i have a real bad week. better make sure i do well for all the tests and no more screw-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a drinking fest last nite wif john, michael and brian. maggie dropped by later to join us. played lots of drinking card games. had a a crap load of laughter when they started to get a lil drunk and prank calling their frens.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i downed 5 beers last nite. we even tried to build a "beer can pyramid" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; realised tt coors light is quite a good beer. but decided to stop since i had lab today. they continued playing before going to sleep. i muz admit yesterday nite was the only saving grace for this week. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sighz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-117053448889481928?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/117053448889481928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=117053448889481928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117053448889481928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117053448889481928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-week.html' title='bAd wEEk'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-117004126914658251</id><published>2007-01-29T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:27:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiRSt mOnth In US</title><content type='html'>i noe it has been a few days since i last updated my blog. i'll try to write something here today since so many of you guys are demanding that i update it. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*blushes..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a month since i arrived here in the US. two weeks since school had started. one month seemed to have passed quite quickly. expected that the start of school prob helped the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is so far so good. but i've been on my toes after the two screw-up incidents by sgh. the fees thing is still not yet settled. still WAITING for the uni's reply (they nv seem to learn dun they?)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; *zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and until this issue has been settled i won't be at ease bcoz my classes are at risk of being dropped anytime. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room-mates are ok. though a lil rowdy at times. cool and funny people who are helpful to me bcoz i was unfamiliar wif the school online system. helped me wif the registration of my classes online etc. go to wal-mart to shop together and get our groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profs here are all very nice. they are willing to help wif ur doubts (at least they seem so..) and answer your questions. however, one teacher in particular juz puts me to sleep. he is my history lecturer. his lectures are boring and always spends the first one-third of his lect talking bout the cap on his head (which is supposedly related to our studies?) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; recently he dropped a bomb on us. he said his tests qns covers 80% of wat he says during lect and the remaining 20% is from the novels. i was like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he teaches nuts in class so wat he expects us to write? nuts? thk he's prob nuts lorz.. realli feel it's a waste of my time going to his class bcoz he juz blabbers on and on and worst of all no presentation slides. we dun even noe wat to copy! and he juz simply said that no 2 lect he gives are the same so there's no need for slides. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dunno wat to say bout him. i juz pray tt i won't do too badly on this. thankfully, my other profs for psychology, communications, biology, lab and stats are pretty much ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month down and 4 months to go. i'll be back before you know it. somehow it feels like army once again..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; *sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/597737/CIMG0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;beneath the i-10 &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/925401/CIMG0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;sunset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/239884/CIMG0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on my way to sch on a foggy sat morning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*brr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/388910/CIMG0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a flock of birds on their way home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/286628/CIMG0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me waiting for my bus at crossroads&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-117004126914658251?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/117004126914658251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=117004126914658251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117004126914658251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/117004126914658251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-month-in-us.html' title='fiRSt mOnth In US'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116941100028242208</id><published>2007-01-22T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T04:23:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2Nd yEAr AnnIvErsARy</title><content type='html'>it has been 2 great years. lots of ups and downs,&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; quarrels&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; cold wars&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; breaking up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;misunderstandings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; sorrow&lt;/span&gt;, cooling off periods, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; smilez&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;holding hands&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; warmth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hugs&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; kisses&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;words of encouragement&lt;/span&gt;, and most importantly &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;being there for each other&lt;/span&gt;. but all this time is all worth it. as we saw our relatinship grew stronger day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though we may be apart and far far away from one another but as long as our hearts beat as one.. that is enuff. guess wat? i even had a dream last nite bout us getting married. you were bugging me bout when will we get married and i sprang a surprise by bringing you to our church. imagine the shock on your face. i proposed to you there and then and we got married! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; may sound very fairytale-like. but i muz agree that our relationship has indeed been a fairytale.. with a happy ending! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember wat you said? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"we have excellent excellent excellent telepathy, it has been proven!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and i can't help but agree with you more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116941100028242208?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116941100028242208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116941100028242208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116941100028242208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116941100028242208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/2nd-year-anniversary.html' title='2Nd yEAr AnnIvErsARy'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116918280117373085</id><published>2007-01-19T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:02:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nO schOOl !</title><content type='html'>this week is fantastic! i only need to go school for 2 days!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; *lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;monday : martin luther king day&lt;br /&gt;tuesday : utsa closed due to ice&lt;br /&gt;wednesday : utsa closed to ice&lt;br /&gt;thursday : school starts only at 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to like school over here!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; *haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but i'm realli pissed off wif sgh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seems like they didn't do their admin stuffs then send me over le. first was the class. now is the financial side. they told me b4 i came here that utsa will bill them directly. then i went to the financial department today. found out that there is no such thing! guess wat? and i have to settle my bills of 12K b4 25th Jan if not they will drop my classes. guess my horror.. i realli dunno wat to say. if you were me, i think you guys will be equally pissed! i only have 6 more days to settle this bill if not i'm dead!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; *zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it realli makes me doubt the credibility of sgh lorz. ask me where to go find 12k over here? &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sighz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first day of school. supposed to have a bio class at 8 but since school started at 11., so i only had stats and history class. stats class was good but history class is boring and the class size is freaking BIG! think i've to do lots of self-study. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; school was closed for 2 days on tue and wed due to cold weather. major roads were closed and it was freezing! temp was below 0 degrees celsius. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*brr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everything was frozen. unfortunately there was no snow. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i will leave you of some pics i took during these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/738139/CIMG0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the railings outside my room &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/959610/CIMG0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the opposite block&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/649305/CIMG0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the trees in front of my block&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/218600/CIMG0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;frozen shrubs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/832450/CIMG0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;frozen bushes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/802283/CIMG0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the shelters outside the cafe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/707224/CIMG0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;even the dustbin was not spared&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/92808/CIMG0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think this is realli cool! the walkway..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116918280117373085?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116918280117373085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116918280117373085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116918280117373085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116918280117373085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-school.html' title='nO schOOl !'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116888877462491097</id><published>2007-01-16T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T05:11:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dILEmma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some background info for those less-informed. i'll only be studying at my present university (UTSA) for the next 2 years. purpose is to gain credits to enter another university (University of Texas Health Science Centre, San Antonio) where i'll complete my degree there. however, i realised a big problem yesterday. UTHSCSA only has one intake a year during the fall semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may ask so wats the problem. the problem is that i've a list of texas core curriculum and professional prerequisites that i muz complete before i can be admitted. however, i need to complete 18 classes (if i didnt count wrongly) in 3 semesters! so that i can qualify for the 2008 intake. it mite be more than 18 and it can only be confirmed after those damn people get back to me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest problem is that sgh specifies that they will only sponsor me for 4 years. after which any additional costs (if i stay longer..) will be beared upon myself. that is to say.. if i choose to take my time and go for the 2009 intake. i'll be staying here for another half year longer. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i currently have 6 classes for this semester (which is considered way over-achieving over here). minimum is 4. but basic math will tell you that i have to take 6 classes each semester in order to complete all the prerequisites on time. and i dun  even noe if i can cope. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sighz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the number is more than 18.. i'm so screwed.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; *zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; alternatively i can study during the summers. but that would mean i can't head home to see my loved ones. so pple.. tell me wat shld i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116888877462491097?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116888877462491097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116888877462491097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116888877462491097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116888877462491097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/dilemma.html' title='dILEmma'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116885132363838062</id><published>2007-01-15T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:55:23.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiRSt nItE wIf mY rOOmIEs</title><content type='html'>i am so tired. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*yawnz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room mates juz came back today. duno whether to be happy or not. but i guess more good than evil. at least the place isnt so dead and quiet anymore. ironically, i can't sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fetched adrian back from the sa airport. headed out for supper. got turned down by a few places. finally went to ihop (international house of pancakes). waited too long. decided to blow the order and leave. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bet the waitress was dmbfounded when she saw us walking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally decided to get some wings and juz cooked it back home. in the end, headed back hungry and very very cold! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*brrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116885132363838062?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116885132363838062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116885132363838062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116885132363838062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116885132363838062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-nite-wif-my-roomies.html' title='fiRSt nItE wIf mY rOOmIEs'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116881948477507960</id><published>2007-01-15T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T08:04:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wAItEd, wAIt and StiLL wAItInG..</title><content type='html'>honestly, i think i am quite a patient and tolerant person (correct me if i am wrong..) but i feel that my patience and tolerance has been tested time and again ever since i came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rate at which they work is realli getting on my nerves. everything is juz so freaking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in order to speak to someone, i muz always talk to an answering machine. i am beginning to hate the damn person who invented this stupid machine. if not, i talk to some person who takes a message. God knows when these people will ever get my message, let alone reply them. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*zzz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect example is when i met up wif my academic adviser on fri. they old me that my adviser will be out in a few minutes. in the end, i waited like an idiot for almost an hour! till i got fed up and went to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kao bei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them. the lady somemore dare to ask me "where were you?" i was like "WTF?! i was sitting rite in front of you in case you are blind!" she said " hadn't the adviser seen you?" I replied " NO! i have been sitting there like an idiot for the past hour when you told me she will see me in a few minutes!" that was when she realised something wrong. she went to check and it turned out that there was some mistake!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; *zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God damn these people man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;dumb f**ks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was so freaking pissed. and all they can do is apologise apologise. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the end make my lil xiu wait for me. blame these stupid pokes larz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u see.. i go there personally oso got such a problem le. wat do you think if it's a transmitted message or a message from an answering machine? the worst thing is that i need these answers fast fast fast! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*snaps finger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i feel like i am already gonna die of hypertension here soon (no thanks to them..) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God please help me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116881948477507960?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116881948477507960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116881948477507960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116881948477507960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116881948477507960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/waited-wait-and-still-waiting.html' title='wAItEd, wAIt and StiLL wAItInG..'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116863141967155335</id><published>2007-01-13T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T07:46:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GrOcErY shOppIng wIf jAps..</title><content type='html'>scheduled to meet marie at 12. followed her ard to settle some her stuffs first. met up wif her fren, keiko. where we then went to meet another fren, alina (whom i didnt noe bout..) aniwae it doesnt hurt to have another person ard. juz tt i didnt understand japanese and it seems like they were taking their sweet time.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out tt we were waiting for a cab, which drove us to the malls nearby. the gers had to shop for their daily necessities at target. felt like i was wasting my time bcoz they had to buy lots of stuffs. can't wait to head to H.E.B to do my grocery shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the time came. so excited and bought quite a bit of stuffs. broccolli, carrots, ham, strawberries, cheese sauce, beef lagsane and soup. promised her not to eat microwave food le. so guess i gotta cook tonite. and i have just the perfect dish in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marie and i headed back first. and i can't wait to start cooking my new dish, and esp so when i hadn't had any lunch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*stomach growls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aniwae the stage is set and these are the following ingredients u need. broccolli. carrots. olive oil. cheese sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/781901/CIMG0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the ingredients..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/457231/CIMG0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;presenting to you stir-fried broccolli and carrots in cheese! (with ham) =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised i didnt have salt. improvised and added some ham. stir-fried broccolli and carrots (and ham) in cheese! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it tasted very better than i expected. juz that my vegetables were still a lil hard. but i felt i fared very well considering that this is my first attempt. *lol.. and am greatly encouraged to try whipping up other new and cheap dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing. wanna thank God for his grace and mercy. randomly picked 2 broccollis and weighed them to get the price tag. guess wat? the price was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; $1.44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! i cldn't believe my eyes! but i guess that is wat makes him great! realised he has been wif me all this time. and that he had revealed to me time and again but i ignored it. muz repent and learn to rely on him. once again, he showed that He is here with me. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smilez..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/597928/CIMG0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;price tag of my broccollis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116863141967155335?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116863141967155335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116863141967155335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116863141967155335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116863141967155335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/grocery-shopping-wif-japs.html' title='GrOcErY shOppIng wIf jAps..'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116845257998990872</id><published>2007-01-11T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:11:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ApplEbEE</title><content type='html'>here are some photos that i had taken when my aunt jac and uncle howe yong brought me to applebee for lunch before i checked in last sat. concept wise like swensen's. food was not too bad. but i have to give special mention to their french onion soup and the desert, triple chocolate delight. it's fantastic. juz above the soup is a piece of bread. to top it all off is a thick layer of cheese! as for the desert.. it's a mudpie shaped in a cove wif melted chocolate in the middle. a scoop of vanilla ice cream lies right beside it and decorated wif strips of chocolate fudge.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; *drips saliva..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/737978/CIMG0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the logo on the serviette&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/775009/CIMG0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;one of the pictures being hung in the shop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/4261/CIMG0194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;notice wats wrong wif this pic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/809446/CIMG0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;caesars' salad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/60368/CIMG0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;does it resemble the lighting in swensen's?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/469111/CIMG0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the fantastic french onion soup! (see the layer of cheese on top?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; *yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/325722/CIMG0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my main course : tilapia fish in parmesan cheese =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/483381/CIMG0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; *drum rolls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the triple chocolate delight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116845257998990872?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116845257998990872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116845257998990872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116845257998990872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116845257998990872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/applebee.html' title='ApplEbEE'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116839824777940715</id><published>2007-01-10T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:04:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OrIEntAtIOn</title><content type='html'>i apologise for not posting these few days. quite tied up wif orientation and admin stuffs. but now things are more or less settled so i'll try to blog more (i can see some of you cheering away..) which is good. aniwae it's the second day of orientation, so i'll juz cover wat has been up during this orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the first day of the orientation for international students. went to the main building at 9 (as stated in the letter) saw a queue of pple all the way from the entrance of the auditorium to the stage. we were given a schedule of the activities for today and the next few days and an orientation pack (containing lots of papers wif lots of words! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat down. filled up some forms. then a student volunteer, Enrique brought us to the health services centre to get our tb screening. everyone got jabbed. had lunch. had another round of talks by different department heads. met up wif this guy who schedules our appointment wif an academic adviser. apparently, i'm supposed to meet up wif one this fri. asked around and even made a trip down to the office today but no. they won't see me till fri bcoz all the academic advisers are very busy (supposedly..) and they go by appointment basis. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in that case that leaves me wondering if i shld still head back down to Houston for those few days. i feel it's a total waste of my time bcoz i can leave on wed instead after my tb screening (provided everything goes fine..) but now, i've to waste 2 days here wondering why i'm still stuck here.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; *sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aniwae, today i turned up for an orientation which i need not attend. today's one was for local students and we, international students just have to stick to the schedule given to us yest. so it turned out i woke up early for nothing. headed back. skyped uncle alan, aunt mabel, nai nai and ye ye. after which i headed over to the main hostel building to settle my payment and went over to get my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i managed to meet up wif monica of SACU (san antonio federal credit union). she was very helpful. much to my relief, my bank draft requires no extra charge. got a savings account and a cheque-in account. my debit card will be mailed to be in 8 business days. got some cheques and i was all ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home. called uncle howe yong to check how was aunt jac. turned out that the operation was a success! (which is extremely good news!)&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*yayz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had lunch then took a nap. alarm clock rang. overslept for the homecoming party for international students will my jap fren knocked on my door. was so shocked. quickly dressed up and rushed down to wellness and recreation centre for the function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was good. salad, fruits, beef lagsane and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; CHEESECAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*muahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we were entertained by a spanish trio who sang, strummed, blow good music (oh.. one was blowing the trumpet) v good spanish music. which i greatly appreciated. made friends wif a few RA's (resident assistants) and china students. the director of the international programs then came by and ate wif us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an extremely entertaining magic show followed all those good food. below are some of the highlights of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/416129/CIMG0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt; a mind reading card trick&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/824438/CIMG0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a pigeon trick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/810019/CIMG0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the pigeon EXPLODED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/517670/CIMG0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a black hollow cardboard box (in the middle) can transform the blocks into any combination u wish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/369356/CIMG0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a "Houdini" rope trick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/501931/CIMG0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the Guillotine! (which is not surprisingly the highlight of the evening!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/785454/CIMG0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;wif everything set in place.. we're ready to GO! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/453452/CIMG0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;thk gers will find him cute..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/620040/CIMG0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i was so disappointed that the head did not roll..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; *muahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/879282/CIMG0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the mystery of the silver rings..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/415358/CIMG0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;..is still yet to be revealed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/672361/CIMG0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this pigeon is so tame!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/768421/CIMG0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;isn't she cute? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*aww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/774201/CIMG0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;another view of this cute lil thing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116839824777940715?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116839824777940715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116839824777940715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116839824777940715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116839824777940715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/orientation.html' title='OrIEntAtIOn'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116819735890552323</id><published>2007-01-08T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T03:17:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x-plOriNG thE cAmPUs</title><content type='html'>juz came back from exploring my campus. wanted to familiarise myself wif the surroundings b4 i go for orientation tom. then i got super pissed bcoz my white timberland shoes kana mud! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tennis courts looked like a popular place to be. every court was occupied wif many onlookers. had to find the JPL (john peace library) and the main building. both were quite a distance from m hostel.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flu is slightly better. but the mucus is still bugging me. and i got a sore throat. *haiz.. i intend to explore the shops opposite later after lunch. btw today's weather is fantastic! good sunshine but strong winds. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; muz wear jacket later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/799238/CIMG0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt; a general posting bulletin board &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/808837/CIMG0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was shocked when i saw this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/159418/CIMG0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;long flight of staircase&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/103551/CIMG0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;one of the cafeterias&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/218279/CIMG0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i find this design quite cool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/496020/CIMG0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting close to nature while studying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116819735890552323?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116819735890552323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116819735890552323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116819735890552323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116819735890552323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/x-ploring-campus.html' title='x-plOriNG thE cAmPUs'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116814429095094347</id><published>2007-01-07T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:31:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY hOstEl rOOm</title><content type='html'>finally the post that all of you have been waiting for. the post bout my hostel room over here. i'll give a score of &lt;strong&gt;3/10&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(which is pathetic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;let me tell you why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole place was in a mess when i stepped in! everything was juz lying ard. empty cornflake boxes were juz simply thrown above the cabinet (as if pple can't see!) choc stains littered the table top and the sink. crumbs (of God knows wat?) were all over the kitchen area. poker cards were scattered across the table. toilets were in a mess and one of them (lucky not mine! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) had a smell! all in all.. i almost fainted when i realised this will be my apartment for the next 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/613373/CIMG0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the living room (the door in the middle is my bedroom) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/944698/CIMG0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;another view of the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/754419/CIMG0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the kitchen which was the messiest area! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/510881/CIMG0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a view of the messy fridge (which even had vanilla soy in the freezer!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/992344/CIMG0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the other toilet (wif the smell)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; *lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the only undefiled place was my room! =) my room was much neater and tidier relative to the mess i saw outside. it had many drawers and a rather high bed. i tot that my room was not too bad (which is obviously where the 3 marks come from!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/875892/CIMG0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my nice, cozy bedroom (after we had put the bedsheets on) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after putting the stuffs in my room, cleaned up the place a lil and boiled some water, we headed to the nearby H.E.B (aka giant supermarket) to get some groceries and food for the next few days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;carried all the stuffs up myself whilst my aunt jac, uncle howe yong and joel headed home. sudd a sense of sadness overwhelmed me. but i told myself that it's time to grow up and that i shld be independent. so i shook the tot away and tried to be optimistic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m down wif the stupid flu. got a mild sore throat. hope that i wont have a fever tom. intending to go explore the place ard the sch. prob walk ard and try to get across the highway to the shops on the opposite side and check it out. provided that i'm well again. meantime i only can pray that my room mates are nice friendly pple who cares about personal hygiene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm all alone in this apartment now. my room is in a mess bcoz intending to change room on mon. so i guess we'll see how it goes. m now gg to take medication and be knocked out. and hopefully when i wake up tom morn.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my bad flu will be gone and everything will be much better! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116814429095094347?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116814429095094347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116814429095094347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116814429095094347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116814429095094347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-hostel-room.html' title='mY hOstEl rOOm'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116805639188293064</id><published>2007-01-06T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:06:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tRiP tO thE cLiNic</title><content type='html'>woke up early this morn. aniwae i cldnt slp the whole of last nite. prob still trying to accept reality. so it didnt realli matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta accompany my aunt jac to the clinic, together wif uncle howe yong who drove us there. the doc will decide after today's consultation if she needed to go under the knife. it was a real long wait. took bout 2+ hrs. not surprised if you had read my previous posts. fortunately, i made good use of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading all the national geographic magazines available, i decided to take a stroll around the building to work those stiff bones. studied the metro tram system here. and took some photos as i walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/235015/CIMG0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the clinic &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/920343/CIMG0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the list of stations that the tram passes by. our stop was the memorial houston hospital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/979357/CIMG0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a pic of the tram station (looks cool huh?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/688502/CIMG0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally.. a pic of the tram =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had a pleasant surprise when we returned. which made me v pleased wif UPS.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; *lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aniwae finished packing my bags and tidying up my stuffs. tom will be the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG DAY&lt;/span&gt; when i'll move into my hostel. excited and worried. will keep you guys updated. i expect a lot of photos to be uploaded here tom.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; *ciaoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116805639188293064?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116805639188293064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116805639188293064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116805639188293064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116805639188293064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/trip-to-clinic.html' title='tRiP tO thE cLiNic'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116793543213394048</id><published>2007-01-05T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T02:30:32.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IntErIOr Of thE hOusE</title><content type='html'>decided to take some pics of my aunt's hse b4 i leave for san antonio. as i was saying, the house is BIG! (and very nice too!) &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/473975/CIMG0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt; view of the master bedroom from the door&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/113366/CIMG0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the master bedroom toilet (which is damn BIG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/597139/CIMG0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the master bedroom toilet has a shower room on the right and opens up to the closet. this closet is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's a closet tt every ger will dream of owning one! the space is as big as a bedroom! (as a gauge, it's at least 10 times your present wardrobe size!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/872802/CIMG0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the living room taken from the back door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/156572/CIMG0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;another view of the living room taken from the master bedroom door (background: kitchen on the left and dining area on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/205256/CIMG0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;joel's room (the place where i'm slping for the time being)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/113690/CIMG0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt; this hallway opens up into 2 more bedrooms, 1 storage room and a toilet (taken from joel's room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/326035/CIMG0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the corner to relax (taken from the study)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/837644/CIMG0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the x'mas tree! (which is blocking the front door)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/918940/CIMG0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the study! (the place to do my blogging, video calls and stuffs)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/570556/CIMG0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another view of the study&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all in all, this house has a very big living area, a study, a chill-out corner, a huge closet, a garage which can house 3 cars, 4 storage rooms, 4 bedrooms and 3 toilets. one of the best things of the houses here is that the flooring is mostly carpeted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(if you haven noticed!)&lt;/span&gt; and i always love carpeted flooring because it's soft and good to walk on. i'm seriously considering buying a house over here in future. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*hmmz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116793543213394048?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116793543213394048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116793543213394048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116793543213394048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116793543213394048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/interior-of-house.html' title='IntErIOr Of thE hOusE'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116788338754039473</id><published>2007-01-04T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:03:07.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bAnk</title><content type='html'>went down to the bank yest. after i managed to track down the branch over here in houston. was hoping tt i can open an account here and still be able to access the cash over there in san antonio. unfortunately, the branch hardly dealt wif international students like me. so, it was agreed tt i'll open an account over at my sch instead. guess wat? it turns out tt a "small sum" of money will be deducted from the total amount each time i bank in a bank draft. sent an email asking if sgh will offset this amount. they said no.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aniwae the funny thing is wat my aunt jac showed me today. she showed me wat joel did to a deposit/withdrawal/transfer/loan payment form. and we both laughed till our stomachs started hurting. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/371412/CIMG0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;front&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/532203/CIMG0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look at how he doodled this poor lil form. i wonder if u can see the amounts. but the funniest has got to be the back section which recorded the value of the cheques that is to be deposited. see the number of cheques he has? now comes the funny part.. notice the total is empty? that is because after doodling all those funny numbers (god knows where he got them from), he dunno wats the total value of all these numbers! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess we muz all agree that children can realli brighten up your day in many unexpected ways. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116788338754039473?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116788338754039473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116788338754039473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116788338754039473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116788338754039473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/bank.html' title='bAnk'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116786772080839600</id><published>2007-01-04T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:03:45.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EffEcIEncY Of thE Us wOrkInG cOmmUnItY</title><content type='html'>it realli astounds me tt there are fellow homosapiens who can work at a rate i find extremely retarded. maybe it's their culture. maybe i'm too used to a faster pace of life. or maybe they are juz born wif it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i have heard of it b4 but nv did i expect it to be tt "snail-paced" when i experienced it first hand. maybe it's time i get adapted to this kinda environment. hopefully my brain remains highly effective and undefiled after 4 years here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove (yes! you heard it rite!) to the pick up point wif aunt jac where joel will alight from the school bus. took some photos of the clubhouse while we were waiting for joel. i'm sure this is a place many of you will consider your dream home. wif such lush surroundings, well equipped facilties inside a big big club house, a driveway sandwiched between 2 fountains, a big garage and a nice big house! wat more can one ask for? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*woots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/675826/CIMG0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the fountain on the left (front)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/597137/CIMG0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the fountain on the right (front)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/577069/CIMG0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the club house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/472300/CIMG0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;taken from the lobby of the club house (behind)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/655368/CIMG0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the swimming pool which opens up to a lake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/760743/CIMG0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a look at the houses opposite the lake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116786772080839600?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116786772080839600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116786772080839600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116786772080839600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116786772080839600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/effeciency-of-us-working-community.html' title='EffEcIEncY Of thE Us wOrkInG cOmmUnItY'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116770521740123351</id><published>2007-01-02T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:33:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anOthEr dAY In hOustOn</title><content type='html'>woke up in the middle of the nite again. ard 6. guess i still have some time b4 sch starts to get used to the time zone here. managed to fall back into slumberland at about 730.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; *zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up at 930. brushed my teeth. ate breakfast. joel was doing a test. so i decided to help uncle howe yong surf the net for cheap ipod deals. taught joel soccer after he had finished his test. decided to take some photos of my aunt's hse and its surroundings. actualli this hse is quite close to my idea of a dream hse. it has a large garage, back yard, big house, fantastic living room, a fireplace etc. so i shall let the photos do the talking. (i'll upload the photos of the interior of the house some time later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/995358/CIMG0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the house (front view) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/448354/CIMG0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the house (left view) see the garage on the left? That is juz half the size.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/744712/CIMG0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the house (right view) notice that the fence disappears on the right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/82577/CIMG0150.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the road that leads up the driveway.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/842482/CIMG0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;decided to take a photo of myself when i was playing wif snowy.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after lunch, we dropped by marshalls and bed bath &amp; beyond (weird name huh?) to shop for my bed sheets and pillow covers. we dropped by kroger to get some groceries and the dollar hut (which was unfortunately closed) to get some of my necessities at a cheap price. before we headed for kroger, my aunt jac sudd realised something. she realised her worst fears were true! my uncle howe yong was wearing the wrong pair of sandals (or shld i say slippers?) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG! my uncle howe yong so blur!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we all ended up bursting into laughter till our diaphragms could not take it anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/674280/CIMG0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how did he manage to wear them for so long without feeling the difference? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/299340/CIMG0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;marshalls from the outside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/591348/CIMG0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;bed bath &amp; beyond from the outside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/979284/CIMG0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;bed bath &amp; beyond from the inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/771111/CIMG0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;another view from the inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/723664/CIMG0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the place where you can get anything for a dollar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/430514/CIMG0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;kroger, the local supermarket (and i do mean SUPER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/225679/CIMG0162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a look at kroger from the inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had steamboat dinner wif uncle howe yong colleague's family. their daughter, jodie is the same age as joel and her laughter was hard not to be noticed. it turns out that they juz arrived recently in houston too. i guess we all have to take care of each other when we are in a foreign land. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116770521740123351?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116770521740123351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116770521740123351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116770521740123351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116770521740123351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-day-in-houston.html' title='anOthEr dAY In hOustOn'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116759932285949482</id><published>2007-01-01T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T05:08:43.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tOuRinG hOustOn</title><content type='html'>went sightseeing before uncle alan and his family flew off. first place on the list was TARGET which is a giant departmental store that sold practically everything and the prices here are v reasonable. plus it's realli realli big! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*wow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i oso saw some v interesting t-shirt designs. bought some necessities and toiletries b4 leaving the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/440247/CIMG0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;joel, aunt jac and anthea hugging heart shaped cushions. so lovely! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/104685/CIMG0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;get the hint, guys? *lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/821333/CIMG0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;do you think this is true? *lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/489586/CIMG0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is a design on a reversible t-shirt. v interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed for the famous Water Wall next. took some fantastic photos over here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/268901/CIMG0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the Water Wall from the outside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/439655/CIMG0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the Water Wall from the inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/3725/CIMG0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;magnificent isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/808612/CIMG0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;joel, me and anthea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/5243/CIMG0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the description of the Water Wall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next up was the visit to the Houston Astros stadium. those who are into baseball will know who are they. which was no surprise that their stadium is tt large.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/518717/CIMG0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the stadium from the outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/872390/CIMG0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the centre field entrance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/784076/CIMG0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the right field entrance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/159551/CIMG0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a pitcher (left) and the catcher (right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/784636/CIMG0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have wat it takes to be a star pitcher! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116759932285949482?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116759932285949482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116759932285949482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116759932285949482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116759932285949482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/touring-houston.html' title='tOuRinG hOustOn'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116759420247539114</id><published>2007-01-01T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:43:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thE eNd Of thE dEC hOls</title><content type='html'>juz woke up frm my nap. we woke up early to send my uncle alan and his family back to s'pore today. uncle howe yong drove us all to IAH. fortunately, this time we didnt get lost. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle alan checked in his luggage while we sat and waited. that was when i noticed this statue in the airport. and decided to take a pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/907748/CIMG0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the description of the statue&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/764892/CIMG0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the statue of a cow in an astronaut suit!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; *cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we then chatted and gave a call to nai nai so that she can feel at ease. after which uncle alan and family checked in while we left. but i felt the bbq last nite was a v good way to end their holidays. btw it feels damn good to bbq in a temperate country. no sweat. no stickiness. juz &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot, sizzling food!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it's harder to get the fire going over here. my uncle howe yong, uncle alan and me had a hard time fanning the fire. eventually, we managed to get it going and good food was served on the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/777959/CIMG0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uncle alan setting up the&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; "charcoal formation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/365005/CIMG0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uncle howe yong and uncle alan observing the fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/926870/CIMG0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uncle howe yong discovered a wonderful must-have tool for bbq.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the blower for inflating the air bed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/53686/CIMG0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt; uncle alan using a plastic cover after the blower ran out of batteries&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; *sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/944905/CIMG0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;aunt mabel &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"the seasoner"&lt;/span&gt; and uncle alan&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; "the head chef"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; *lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/387144/CIMG0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food seems better than ur marshmellows huh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/164595/CIMG0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the fireplace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all in all the bbq was good. and it was a good farewell dinner. as the dec hols draws to an end, i'm sure all of you muz b groaning away &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(they are so loud i can hear you from texas..)&lt;/span&gt;  pple either go back to work or school. but not to forget that this brings in the new year. so pple out there.. make sure you stick to your new year resolutions!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; *ciaoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116759420247539114?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116759420247539114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116759420247539114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116759420247539114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116759420247539114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-dec-hols.html' title='thE eNd Of thE dEC hOls'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116754404490581910</id><published>2006-12-31T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T21:48:52.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiRSt Post iN hOustOn (PaRt 3)</title><content type='html'>i'm&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; so...&lt;/span&gt; lagging behind in the updating of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up the second morn did not make me feel better as i was still feeling the effects of jet lag (prob bcoz i did not slp the nite before..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle alan accompanied aunt jac to the doc and uncle howe yong went to work while i stayed at home wif aunt mabel and the 2 rascals to watch &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Spongebob Squarepants"!&lt;/span&gt; (my fav cartoon!) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they returned, we headed to home depot to shop for Snowy's fence (Joel's pet rabbit) and other possible furniture aunt jac needed. this place is juz like a giant warehouse selling anything from furniture to tools to d.i.y stuffs. watever u needed, this store has got it all. i'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/799551/CIMG0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/781042/CIMG0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; inside the store &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/998426/CIMG0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another view of the store&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/25655/CIMG0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they even have a very big gardening section! look at all the flowers..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/673790/CIMG0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;an interesting statue tt reminded me of her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/951141/CIMG0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my cousin, joel posing as a glass cleaner in linen 'N things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/560236/CIMG0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;taken at Best Buy (which sold all the latest electronic gadgets including PS 3!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After tt, we moved on to Katy Mills. uncle howe yong and the 2 rascals went to books-a-million. uncle alan, aunt mabel and i went shopping at various outlets like timberland, nautica, GAP, Polo Ralph Lauren etc. their mall is so cool! everything frm the layout to the clothes to the food is juz so nice! *heez.. headed home for our 2nd steamboat dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/208235/CIMG0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;balloons we saw at katy mills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/260205/CIMG0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the timberland shop over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/513190/CIMG0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to have this in s'pore but not anymore &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*sobz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116754404490581910?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116754404490581910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116754404490581910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116754404490581910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116754404490581910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-post-in-houston-part-3.html' title='fiRSt Post iN hOustOn (PaRt 3)'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116754190737052774</id><published>2006-12-31T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:15:13.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiRSt Post iN hOustOn (PaRt 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/1600/17859/CIMG0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/381804/CIMG0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arrived at LA airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my horror, the immigration queue was freaking LONG! and it took me 1 whole hr to clear the customs! fortunately, the immigration officer was v friendly and tt made me feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i still had a plane to catch!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; *gasps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum told me tt LA airport is small. unexpectedly, it was much bigger than she had said. had a hard time finding my terminal and the place to check in for my continental flight. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*pants..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/1600/577281/CIMG0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/683455/CIMG0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i barely managed to make it on time and i was so worried that i'll have to book another flight to Houston instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/1600/128500/CIMG0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, i arrived at IAH and there i saw my Aunt Jac, Uncle Howe Yong, Joel, Uncle Alan, Aunt Mabel and Anthea much to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent 1 hr on the road bcoz uncle howe yong got lost on the road &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had steamboat for dinner. suffered from jet lag and got knocked out pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised i took some photos as i left my hse for the airport so decided to post some over here for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/219126/CIMG0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;see the 1000 pieces puzzle on my table? it says "ni xiang jia ma?" (do you miss home?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/970953/CIMG0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;a pic of my hall frm the front door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/467767/CIMG0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a scenic view from my bed room (background pasir ris)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/525525/CIMG0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my front door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116754190737052774?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116754190737052774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116754190737052774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116754190737052774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116754190737052774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-post-in-houston-part-2.html' title='fiRSt Post iN hOustOn (PaRt 2)'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116751405980389451</id><published>2006-12-31T05:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T08:09:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiRSt Post iN hOustOn (PaRt 1)</title><content type='html'>for those eagerly awaiting this entry.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! i'm finally here in texas, houston posting my experience over here for the past 2 days. as it is too long, i'll divide it into 3 parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm keying this entry as I'm transiting at Narita Airport, Tokyo. unfortunately, i'm unable to access their wireless network bcoz i need a user id and password (aka Singtel, QMax and iCell).&lt;br /&gt;it's 5pm in tokyo here (s'pore 4pm) but it's so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;freaking DARK&lt;/span&gt; here liaoz. juz like it's past 8 in s'pore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight here was not good. caught a cold and kept sneezing all the way here. and i still have a runny nose now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*sniffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thx to all who came to send me off today. nai nai, ye ye, mum, dad, michelle, brian, liwei, ah min, isaac (emcom), qixiang and his gf. realli appreciate the tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgive those who wanted to come but overslpt de. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you noe who u r.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the tot of my nai nai, mum and dad tearing is still etched deeply in my mind. esp my dad. i find it hard to believe tt he act cried. i guess the strongest person oso has a vulnerable side. *sobz..&lt;br /&gt;dun worri larz.. i'll try my best over here. hopefully my room mates r nice pple so tt i can study in peace (when i need to..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow this still feels like a dream to me.. i still can't bring myself to accept the fact tt i'm about to start sch in US soon. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't afford to look back le.. though i can't c the road ahead.. but i'll juz have to stride forward bravely and overcome wat is yet to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are some photos that i took wif my family members and friends b4 i took off. and exclusive photos tt i took while transiting at Narita Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/840361/CIMG0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;li wei, me and brian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/979657/CIMG0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah min and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/702886/CIMG0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;joane, qi xiang, me and issac&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/380769/CIMG0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my beloved nai nai and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/126812/CIMG0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my ye ye and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/538998/CIMG0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my parents and me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/72102/CIMG0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;me and my dear family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/722310/CIMG0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can you see the name of this duty-free shop?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fa so la!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/315838/CIMG0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the stuffs being sold at the duty free shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/577187/CIMG0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a special bin tt differentiates trash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/320752/CIMG0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a map showing a section of Narita Airport&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; (which is quite big!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/445163/CIMG0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the plane tt brought me to Narita and to LA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/929580/CIMG0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my jap cuisine dinner &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(which was damn nice!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116751405980389451?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116751405980389451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116751405980389451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116751405980389451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116751405980389451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-post-in-houston-part_116751405980389451.html' title='fiRSt Post iN hOustOn (PaRt 1)'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116725575193496619</id><published>2006-12-28T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T05:58:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wAt cAN't u lEavE bEhINd ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for me.. it's gotta be her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been blogging the past few days bcoz too bz wif packing my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been slpin well the past few weeks. and it's been getting worse as the day drew closer. only slpt 2-3 hrs a day. tonite as i countdown to my departure &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(currently 4 more hrs)&lt;/span&gt; , i did not slp a wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was pissed when i told her i was in the cinema. i noe i shldnt b watching movies at this time. but tot of entertaining my frens for the last time b4 i fly. realised my mistake and repented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realli appreciate the tot of u buying another phonecard to call me. but duno y our call ended tt way. if i cld.. i wld wish tt we can talk forever.. there's so much i wanna talk to u bout. and i'm sure u've lots of thingz to talk to me bout too! but you had to "kup" the phone..&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx asyran and allan for spending your evening wif me. special thx to allan for dinner and for sending me home by cab &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(though he stays in AMK!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*grateful..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/1600/34803/CIMG0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/740973/CIMG0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/1600/484002/CIMG0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/320/397641/CIMG0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/1600/34803/CIMG0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/1600/484002/CIMG0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/1600/34803/CIMG0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2431/484/1600/34803/CIMG0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx to ah min for spending her afternoon wif me and lugging the paper bag full of vcds/dvds. unfortunately i'm unable to burn the vcds. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sad..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big big sorri to those few jc buddies who made an effort to organise a gathering for me at simpang tonite. unfortunately i was unable to join u guys and cldn't contact u guys bcoz hp batt flat. but a big thx for the tot! as a consolation, we can chill when i return during the summers! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the remaining of my frens.. i'll miss all of you! the times we had together will always be etched in my mind for this gruelling period. meantime do pray for me and keep reading my blog. do tag me when u drop by k? take care u pple out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;s'pore muttons is bout to b exported to us..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*ciaoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116725575193496619?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116725575193496619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116725575193496619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116725575193496619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116725575193496619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/wat-cant-u-leave-behind.html' title='wAt cAN&apos;t u lEavE bEhINd ?'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116689910873267508</id><published>2006-12-24T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:38:28.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aLL sEEms tOO sOOn..</title><content type='html'>Recalling the period from July till now, everything seems to be in a whirl.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*giddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job attachment, followed by the first interview &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(which I didnt expect to get through!)&lt;/span&gt; then the second interview&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (which I tot i had screwed up &lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; the rush to get all the necessary documents, visa cum passport and finally down to the past few days that I have been packing away. Everything seemed like yesterday..&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*whoosh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was thinking.. Maybe even after I had graduated, I will still be thking that I am living in a dream.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, reality is such. There are so much things I can't bear to leave behind..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; *sobz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That is why it's not surprising why I have not been able to sleep the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I duno wat life there will be like. But I trust that God has everything planned for me and I pray that God will preserve me till the day of his coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last weekend I'll be spending over in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck over there.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116689910873267508?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116689910873267508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116689910873267508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116689910873267508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116689910873267508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-seems-too-soon.html' title='aLL sEEms tOO sOOn..'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116673048675150982</id><published>2006-12-22T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:48:06.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dIsaPPoIntInG</title><content type='html'>Finished writing the letter and the card attached to the present. Juz hope tt she can draw strength from these and be happy.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; *smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my headache lies in who shld I get to pass her the present? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae went for nasi lemak at Changi Village wif Jon and Khas juz now. Unfortunately, Jon gotta head home early so we ended our nite prematurely much to Khas and my disappointment. But Jon was so nice to let me drive my way home from Pasir Ris! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*grateful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonite was not tt bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, I guess we can have a final gathering wif the matts, david and the 3 of us some time next week. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116673048675150982?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116673048675150982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116673048675150982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116673048675150982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116673048675150982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/disappointing.html' title='dIsaPPoIntInG'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116664616801763623</id><published>2006-12-21T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T04:22:48.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PrOuD Of U!</title><content type='html'>It's only another 1 month b4 we can celebrate our 2 years anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately on tt day, I won't be in Singapore to celebrate tt day wif her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know tt she will be worried if she sees the time I post this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't slp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just finished watching all my church's latest videos! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*phew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz wanna say here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tt I'm proud of her..for whatever she has done or has achieved.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read this entry..don't be sad k?&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Muz smile more! :)&lt;/span&gt; No matter what..I'll always be there for you should you need me!&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; *smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116664616801763623?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116664616801763623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116664616801763623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116664616801763623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116664616801763623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/proud-of-u.html' title='PrOuD Of U!'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116663192805683341</id><published>2006-12-21T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:25:28.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wAstE Of tImE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I realli hate it when I let the wrong head do the thinking!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Raffles Mrt at 1. Met up with Soke Hwa and Lina. Had lunch with them and Issac. JJ dropped by a while later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I went window shopping along Orchard Road. Supposed to meet Jia Liang kor to install some programs into my computer. But changed my mind when I realised that it'll be kinda inconvenient to go from Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me and we chatted for a while because overseas calls are real ex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realli missed a lot. She cried while talking to me because she felt very lonely over there. I felt very helpless and can understand her misery. I comforted her saying to wait for my present and letter to her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have not been sleeping recently. I can't seem to fall aslp these days. And I hate to waste my time! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What is done is done.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*sighz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope tt she will be fine there and tt God will bless her and watch over her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*smilez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116663192805683341?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116663192805683341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116663192805683341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116663192805683341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116663192805683341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/waste-of-time.html' title='wAstE Of tImE'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116655401897967746</id><published>2006-12-20T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:46:59.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sIgnInG tHe dEEd</title><content type='html'>Mum took time off from work and Dad put aside his appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is for the event due to happen this Tuesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event will potentially make or break my future. And it is all down to this moment.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*gasps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After signing the deed, we headed for lunch at People's Park. Had yong tau foo from my mum's favourite stall in People's Park. Decided to walk around Chinatown. As usual,  the rain &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(which has been on-going for 3 WHOLE DAYS already!)&lt;/span&gt; pissed me off. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled to Bishan to meet Qi Xiang to get some stuffs from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for The Chevrons in Melvin's car to attend Ben's birthday party. Though it's freaking far, but went because it should be the last time I am seeing them before I fly to the US. Managed to catch up with Alex and Melvin whom I haven seen for quite some time liaoz.. The food was not bad and we had fun chatting away. Xuan was quite dulan about being caught in the rain and the venue being so far from home &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(not forgetting the pathetic bus service..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*lol..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Xuan at KFC as he was still hungry while the others headed home. Continued talking while on the train home. I realised something. It's been a very long time since we chatted like this. I think the last time was outside the Trek shop along Tanglin road on one of our nite cycling trips. I actually miss those times. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*sobz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot people have asked me about what is going to happen when I'm away. Seriously, I don't have an answer. All I know is tt we do love each other very much and am very sure of each other. So, I'm leaving it all into God's hands and I trust that he will eventually still bring us back together. That is why I always reply them confidently that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"What will be will be."&lt;/span&gt; I have confidence in her and myself! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116655401897967746?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116655401897967746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116655401897967746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116655401897967746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116655401897967746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/signing-deed.html' title='sIgnInG tHe dEEd'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116640694836516278</id><published>2006-12-18T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:51:54.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caN't sLp..</title><content type='html'>I just came back from breakfast with Hui Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realli nice of her to pick me up and send me home after breakfast though I can still make my own way home. Realli appreciated it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*thanks ah min..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the famous 24hr soya bean &amp;amp; you tiao stall at Geylang. It was my first time there. But the you tiao tasted bitter and was cold. And the soya bean drink was bland and diluted. Overall, it was a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a spur of the moment decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Hui Min gets some good rest after fetching her dad home. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116640694836516278?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116640694836516278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116640694836516278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116640694836516278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116640694836516278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/cant-slp.html' title='caN&apos;t sLp..'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116639442055587930</id><published>2006-12-18T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:27:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sUndaYs</title><content type='html'>As usual, it poured heavily yesterday. For the whole day, all I heard was "Boom! Pitter patter pitter patter.." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*yawnz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10 and I was almost there. Suddenly the rain started pouring down on me. I had no choice but to run for the nearest shelter! *yikes.. When I reached my church, I was almost drenched. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and wonder. A tot struck me! It was as if like what Grandpa said. "If you want to be kept alive, you must head towards NTC!" All of a sudden, it seems like God was pouring down his wrath on the degenerate human civilisation while we were kept safe inside the Ark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, I discussed with Yu Ying Ah Yi about my departure to Texas. I was worried about bread breaking there and there will be no sermons over there except through listening to Grandpa's messages. She also encouraged me to write very often to Grandpa because I need to link with him to remain strong. I felt greatly comforted after listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in the rain once agin after leaving church. My dad and sis had to meet me at the Tampines Town Council building to shelter me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept thru the afternoon as it poured away outside. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*snores..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She called me at nite and we chatted. I always love hearing her voice. Especially when I dun get to hear it that often anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*wonders..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116639442055587930?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116639442055587930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116639442055587930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116639442055587930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116639442055587930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/sundays.html' title='sUndaYs'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116629400238614067</id><published>2006-12-17T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:28:33.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sEarch 4 bEnsOn's bDaE PresEnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's the time of the year again. Not Christmas, the season of giving and sharing. But my fellow ex-OETI mate announcing his birthday again. It seems like he holds his birthday every year and never fails to&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; "inform"&lt;/span&gt; all of us 'bout his bdae. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year is no exception. So Asyran, Auntie and I scoured Suntec and Marina Square in search of his present. As you pple noe.. it's not an easy task buying a birthday present. And it becomes extremely difficult when you are shopping for a present for a person who has expensive taste and weird fashion sense &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(I see you guys nodding away..)&lt;/span&gt; That is exactly my point! Finally, we decided to get him a white Myuk bag, that we felt was nice &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(especially on our budget!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, she tried to call me today but I think I rejected her calls unknowingly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My mum only told me 'bout her calling for me when I reach home. So sorri.. I didnt noe you were looking for me.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I oso wanna talk to you badly!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*sobz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116629400238614067?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116629400238614067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116629400238614067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116629400238614067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116629400238614067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/search-4-bensons-bdae-present.html' title='sEarch 4 bEnsOn&apos;s bDaE PresEnt'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116620459520747010</id><published>2006-12-16T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:43:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a liL sUrprIse fOr hEr</title><content type='html'>Tried calling SL jie the whole day but I can't get her. It seems like she has left for Bintan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*gasps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid my Grandmother a visit today because she had a fall recently while cleaning the house. I was worried so decided to drop by since I was free today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*heartbroken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to Century Square and Tampines Mall in hope to get the slippers she wanted. But it seems like after looking around Singapore, I still can't find her size for the pair of Billabong slippers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In the end, I opted for the pair of brown Ripples slippers &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(though she has a lot of brown slippers)&lt;/span&gt; that she took a fancy to a few months back. This will be my lil present for her before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the evening wrapping up this present. But I am now deciding whether to pass it to her parents and get them to bring it to her? Or to just leave it with them till she returns? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But I think she would prefer the former &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start packing tom le..Realised there's a hell lot of things to bring over when I listed down my stuffs to bring over.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; *ciaoz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116620459520747010?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116620459520747010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116620459520747010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116620459520747010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116620459520747010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/lil-surprise-for-her.html' title='a liL sUrprIse fOr hEr'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116607955104139542</id><published>2006-12-14T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:59:11.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rAInY dAYs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE RAINING DAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It started pouring heavily as I was about to leave home for work today. Even with an umbrella, I still cannot prevent my pants from getting wet. That is why it feels weird having a laptop on a pair of wet pants on the train. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is always this time of the year that I dread because it is super xianz when you are wet from the rain. And the rain juz douses whatever happy feeling I have. Think about it..When is there a time where people who are outdoors will love the rain? Be it a BBQ party, a tennis game or even shopping at Orchard Road. It juz sux totally when the sky turns dark and starts to pour to its heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only time when people love the rain is when they are at home. The cool weather just makes you feel like snoozing away esp after a heavy meal. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still &lt;strong&gt;HATE RAINY DAYS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my visa from the US embassy yest. So, it seems I'm almost set to head for Texas. I was almost late for the collection of my visa. Luckily, the bus driver of 123 was super &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"zai"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and breezed past the heavy traffic along Orchard Road. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*phew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to drop my Bras Brasah after collecting my visa to see if the Esprit watch that I wanted has arrived. She says it looks very nice on me and insisted that I should get it. I share the same sentiments as I do find the design unique too. The retail price of the watch was $209. Guess how much I bargained for? In the end, I got the watch for $162!!! A whopping $47 cut off the original price! That is a 22.5% discount! *haha.. I think the salesgirl oso pek chek. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;*evil laughter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In the end, I really felt I got this watch at a steal and felt damn happy bout it. But, the sad thing is that she won't be able to come back in time to see me wearing this watch b4 I fly off. *haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to have a lil surprise for her when she returns. I'm still planning.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*hmmz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that this lil surprise will at least cheer her up a lil during my absence..&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116607955104139542?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116607955104139542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116607955104139542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116607955104139542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116607955104139542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/rainy-days.html' title='rAInY dAYs'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-116594385707739361</id><published>2006-12-13T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:17:37.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiRSt bLoG iN Mths..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've decided to blog while in the train on my way to office. As I was walking to the mrt station juz now, something suddenly struck me. I saw 2 gers (ur typical teenage ger larz..) asking people to donate to some charity organisation. I realised that it is always this period of the year or shld I say school holidays that these teenagers will FLOOD shopping areas or places with a lot of people to ask for donations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled applying for a similar job during my JC days but they told me that my pay is a percentage of the amount I had collected. That is to say..If I spent more effort going around asking more people to donate more money, my pay would be higher. The reason I raised this issue is because I feel that asking for donations or any form of charity work should come from the heart with the sincere thought of helping those less fortunate. I understand that these organisations will argue their stand that they are juz paying these teenagers for their job. However, it seems like these "charity organiations" ( i decline to comment about their crediblity) are inculcating the wrong values about charity work. I feel that this will greatly impact society. You can say that it will turn "colder" as people will lack compassion and empathy for those less fortunate. I feel that the Gahmen shld educate these budding pillars of the nation. It is no use training them to be "super-machines" that can drive our economy, but they lack the inner moral values which are very improtant. We can already see that the youths of today are becoming more and more materialistic, we must do something to stop this trend from rising. The only way is through education of the public. The Gahmen always like to have so many campaign this campaign that, so maybe they can have a campaign to care for the less fortunate. I would say the 6hrs compulsory community service is a good start, but there is more room for improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is scheduled to leave for Taiwan today. *haiz.. I guess I'll miss her..lots..since she will be back in time to send me off. But I understand why she has to go there, it's for the vision. In fact, I even encouraged her to go earlier. I duno how I'm feeling rite now. I'm confused and lost, but at the same time excited and to a certain extent happy. Weird rite? But Kenneth mentioned it to me b4 le so I guess I understand this feeling. I'll be getting my visa tomorrow so that leaves only the packing to be done. Aniwae it's been a long time since I blogged and I find that my mind is getting a little rusty le. I gotta start studying soon because I can feel my brain degenerating (no thanks to NS life). So, I guess I'll try to blog here as much as possible when I'm there in Texas. Meantime, that is all for now.. *ciaoz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-116594385707739361?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/116594385707739361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=116594385707739361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116594385707739361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/116594385707739361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-blog-in-mths.html' title='fiRSt bLoG iN Mths..'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114362844344925443</id><published>2006-03-29T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:34:03.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nO mOOd</title><content type='html'>I don't know why. But ever since I came back from New Zealand, I have lost the motivation to blog. Maybe it's because I have grown lazier? Or is it because I am too sick of life to blog? Since I am not really in the mood, I will keep this entry short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    New Zealand was great! The Kiwis are much warmer and friendlier than the Aussies. Wherever you go, people greet you with a cheerful "Hi!" or at least a bright smile on their face. Unlike the Aussies, who give you weird stares as if you are the new star in ET2. I took a lot of super nice photos there. I kept snapping away, taking full opportunity to brush up my photography skills. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now, I am clearing leave. Though I still have to go back every now and then, but I am almost out of there already. If I am not wrong, I still have to go back for another 2 days or so. I will be doing my clearance then. After which, it is sayonara! *heez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ORD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114362844344925443?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114362844344925443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114362844344925443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114362844344925443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114362844344925443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-mood.html' title='nO mOOd'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114210785346169898</id><published>2006-03-12T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T04:10:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand</title><content type='html'>Sorri guys for not updating my blog before flying to New Zealand. So..Guess wat? I'm now updating my blog at Rotorua Airport. I'm about to board a flight to Queenstown. So, I got to go already. I will update my blog further when I arrive back in Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114210785346169898?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114210785346169898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114210785346169898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114210785346169898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114210785346169898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-zealand.html' title='New Zealand'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114145297909368020</id><published>2006-03-04T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:16:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CyClinG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;  It has been a long time since I rode my Cannondale Jekyll 600. It was starting to collect dust and my heart winches as I hear its cries. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*ouch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, I decided to take it for a good ride yesterday. *smilez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; I rode to Kenneth's house to pay him a visit since we have not met up for a &lt;strong&gt;SUPER&lt;/strong&gt; long time. I wonder whose fault is it?&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hmmz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We spent the afternoon watching variety shows that he had downloaded. I was waiting for Wei Xuan because he had a birthday party to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;  Wei Xuan reached at 1135 when we were supposed to meet at 1115! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*argh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The initial plan was to cycle around ECP before heading towards town. Before that, Wei Xuan wanted to grab something to eat. While we were talking in MAC's, I caught sight of something. It was indeed one of Nature's best video! Without hesitation, I quickly drew out my camera and started firing shots away, hoping to catch the perfect shot. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Both of us had a good laugh at the pictures. In the end, we spent the rest of the night at ECP because Li Zhong (aka Ah See), Boon Teck, Kelvin, DJ and his girlfriend specially came down to find us. We spent the next hour chatting away. After that, I sped home all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*whiz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It has been a long time since I stopped to catch up with my friends. I was glad God gave me this day to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thankful*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114145297909368020?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114145297909368020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114145297909368020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114145297909368020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114145297909368020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/03/cycling.html' title='CyClinG'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114139922316723132</id><published>2006-03-03T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:20:23.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mIxEd fEElinGs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I called her mum just now to tell her where will she be heading. She got her second choice.. Business Applications in Republic Polytechnic. I am happy for her. Then, her mum told me something. Her mum said she will be back this Sunday. She is expected to arrive at Changi Airport around 5+. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shocked*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I did not knowhow to react to the news. My heart suddenly started beating very fast and I felt happy and excited at the fact that I will be seeing her soon. In a split second, these feelings changed to fear and anxiety. Is it finally the time to face reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *sighz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; I am really afraid about what she has to say to me. How will react? What will happen? Is it realy the end for 2 star-crossed lovers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sighz* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am praying with all my heart, mind and soul to God that HE will bless us and let us spend the rest of our lives together with each other.. with the one we truly love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*prays*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114139922316723132?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114139922316723132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114139922316723132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114139922316723132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114139922316723132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/03/mixed-feelings.html' title='mIxEd fEElinGs'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114128344240071097</id><published>2006-03-02T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:10:42.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I still cannot believe the fact that I actually met my S1 at MOS yesterday. The minute I stepped into MOS, the first person I saw was MS ONG! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*gasped*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; At that very minute, she saw me too. I was like WTF?! She came up to me and asked me what was I doing there? I am like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*duhz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Isn't It obvious?! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*tiaow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Aniwae she said I had better not take MC tomorrow and I told her "I am on off tomorrow!" &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*ORD loh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I smiled and left her standing stunned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Initially, I thought it was going to be a boring night because only Josh and I going. But Josh called his OCS buddy, Yi Xiang along. Surprisingly, we met alot of our friends there last night. I even met Xiaxue, the blogger there. In the end, I must say it was quite a fun experience last night. But I was pissed with Tai-ge's (aka Tiger) friend, this bastard called Ming Ren. We were supposed to meet up with Ming Ren who was with a group of girls whom they just got to know. Tai-ge, being the nice guy did not want to keep the girls waiting so he offered to pay for the cab there (the place where they were having supper). But, his bastard friend knowing we were coming quickly offered to send the girls home. In the first place, this bastard got to know the girls through Tai-ge then he like that pang-sei him. Even though it was not me, but I felt like bashing that bastard because he somemore very guai lan. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*hmph*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Better don't let me see him outside.. I'll give him a little of Matthew's treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114128344240071097?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114128344240071097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114128344240071097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114128344240071097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114128344240071097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/03/mos_02.html' title='MOS'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114113285721298246</id><published>2006-02-28T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:20:57.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My uNdER-StUdY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; CPL Aravin has been officially been appointed as the new Maintenance Platoon Admin Clerk (aka my under-study). And 28.02.06 marks his first day as my apprentice! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*smilez widely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I started by briefing him about my work scope and daily tasks. After which, I took him on my rounds and taught him along the way. I hoped he has absorbed the massive input of information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*grinz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Bao Jie (aka Blowjob) got caught for possession of pornographic vcds today. The worst thing is that he was caught by OC during his safety walk-through. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; After hearing his story, I agree that he is damn suay today. He blames it on his "Batam trip" because ever since he has returned, he has been having bad luck. In any case, I just hope that he can keep his cool when he sees OC tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;  Woonie-boy said something that made me smile today. He commented that I am a clerk who provides excellent customer service. According to him, besides fulfilling my basic clerical duties and job tasks, I often got the extra mile to make people smile. Though doing this will increase my workload, but I feel happy when these people smile and thank me. I thought about what Woonie-boy said and realised he is right. My job involves interacting with many different people from many different departments. I feel the most important thing that enables me to get jobs done so quickly is because of my good interpersonal skills. Woonie-boy said this because I am going to clear leave and he does not want me to leave. I assured him that I will train the next clerk well but as for interpersonal skills.. I guess I am still the BEST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*grinz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114113285721298246?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114113285721298246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114113285721298246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114113285721298246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114113285721298246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-under-study.html' title='My uNdER-StUdY'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114088426346145617</id><published>2006-02-25T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:17:43.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>li ChuaN's &amp; hAN ChonG's bdAE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; It seems like there are a lot of people who are celebrating their birthdays today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; I met Josh at Tampines MRT station to shop for a birthday present for Li Chuan (aka The Mole &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ). In the end, we decided to get this urn of nu-er hong (some chinese "power" wine). I spotted it and told Josh that we could give him 2 options. Either he finish the urn of nu-er hong or we strip him and throw him into the swimming pool. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sadly, we did not do anything to him. We were short of manpower. If only David and Khairiel were there, I guarantee he would have a birthday to remember forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lol*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;  After that, everyone decided to pay poor Han Chong a visit and to wish him Happy Birthday. We all squeezed into Pam's (aka Reckless Driver) Lancer. We made a mistake about the place because we all thought it was the Coasta Sands that was inside instead of the one at Downtown East. Khasrul (aka the Ultimate Loser &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ) paid the $1 entrance fee into the Chalet area while the rest of us entered for free! *lol* I guessed Allah is angry with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rofl*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;   Aniwae I felt kinda xianz there while Pam and Khas were bust trying to pry the identity of "Natalie's Friend" out of Boon Chin. I just wanted to go home.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; *yawnz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Finally, we left and Pam gave us all a lift home. Thank You Pam! I guess I will be seeing all of them again next Sunday because it is going to be Pam's turn.. to celebrate her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114088426346145617?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114088426346145617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114088426346145617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114088426346145617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114088426346145617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/li-chuans-han-chongs-bdae.html' title='li ChuaN&apos;s &amp; hAN ChonG&apos;s bdAE'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114085858707687103</id><published>2006-02-25T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:09:47.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nIGHt OuT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  Initially, Josh and I were supposed to head down to the Pavilion to attend a costume party there last night. In the end, we hecked the idea and decided to join Kerh and one of the reservists in my camp for KTV. It's beena  long time since I went to KTV so I enjoyed myself last night. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Aniwae I reached home at 3+. I quickly took a bath and went to bed. *yawnz* But, I had to say.. Last night was very fulfilling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lol*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114085858707687103?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114085858707687103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114085858707687103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114085858707687103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114085858707687103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/night-out.html' title='nIGHt OuT'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114063031736071456</id><published>2006-02-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:45:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; I have not been feeling well the past few days probably because I have ate something wrong. So, I decided to go CGH to see what is wrong with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When I arrived there, I was surprised to see so many patients in the waiting area on a Tuesday morning. In any case, I registered and took a seat for my turn in the triage. The thing is that I waited for&lt;strong&gt; FREAKING&lt;/strong&gt; long before I got to see the nurse! From there, I got a rough estimate how long i had to &lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt; before I will get to see the dogtor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got to see my dogtor, I realised why it took so long for my turn. The dogtor was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKING FAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He is even fatter than the previous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dogtors. I have a statement to make here. I think all FAT dogtors have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CARE ATTITUDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They always give you their sluggish bulldog-ish face as if you owe them something. As a patient, I felt I deserve better! you expect a sick person to feel better when you give them your fuck-up faces?! They can do very wel with a smile from these ass dogtors. These bastards think that that just because they have a dogtorate very big fuck huh?! Lick my big, fat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; To hell with these fuck-up dogtors! Singapore can do very well without these fuckers! Just a piece of advice to these dogtors.. For goodness' sake get your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; off that seat and start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXERCISING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How you expect Singaporeans to respond to the Obesity Campaign when our dogtors are not even setting an example?! Imagine telling your obese children to cut down on fatty food and exercise more, then they say "But the dogtors who checked us were even fatter than us!" What do we have to say to that? So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dogtors out there.. Do something about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I mean your physical appearance and your attitude!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Aniwae I got a 1 day mc and returned home. I met up with Jackson for lunch as he was reporting sick at Tampines Polyclinic. He treated me lunch in exchange for getting an mc for him. In the end, I did not get the mc and the dogtor was damn sarcastic. Then, Jackson blur. He did not know whether to report back to camp, which is pointless since it was already 2+ at that time. I advised him to call Woonie-boy and puay with him. In the end, Woonie-boy allowed him to report sick at a private clinic. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It turned out there were a lot of people on mc today. So with everything settled, we headed to Pavilion to have our "Dota Showdown" as planned. It was a draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I bought some frogs on my way home for my pet snake. Till now, it still does not eat them. Any advice anyone? Please advise me what to feed it. Thanks! Today has been quite a fulfiling day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got to return to camp tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*yawnz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114063031736071456?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114063031736071456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114063031736071456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114063031736071456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114063031736071456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/mc.html' title='MC'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114053343109848365</id><published>2006-02-21T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:50:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sNAkE ! pArt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  Finally, I can sleep in peace knowing my snake is safely kept in my container. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*REJOICES!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I had closed my door and was about to switch off the lights when I spotted something long and dark behind my door. Upon a closer look, I realised it is my lost snake! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*smilez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, I made up my mind to catch it by hook or crook. I took about half an hour before it finally stayed where it should rightfully belong. Byt that time, it was already 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawnz* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; It was not surprising that I felt like I was floating when I went to work today. Seriously, I would have RSO if Wei Xuan did not give me a life to work in his&lt;strong&gt; BMW 7-Series&lt;/strong&gt;. But I could not take it and decided to take the afternoon off so I can return home to rest. I felt better after a long nap. I gave her a call because she will be leaving Omega for NZ tomorrow. We would not be able to contact each other during her time there and the worst thing is that she does not know when she will be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sighz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the only present I wish to receive is you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114053343109848365?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114053343109848365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114053343109848365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114053343109848365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114053343109848365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/snake-part-2.html' title='sNAkE ! pArt 2'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114045771930103958</id><published>2006-02-21T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T01:48:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nEwlY pOStEd-iN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I remember the first time I stepped into my present camp. The feeling of helplessness and sense of loss being in a completely unknown place is tremendous. It just seemed like yesterday all together again as all the memories starts to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; *dreams*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; *snap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I turned to see who called me. It was one of those new guys who were asking me something. I had been day dreaming. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I used to complain about how long more before I could stop being a slave. I realised that time had really flew. It is only another 2 more months before I get out of this shit hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;There were 6 new guys who were officially posted in to our unit today. Firstly, I briefed them about the structure of our unit. After I had settled my parade state, I took them to FSM because he wanted to brief them too. Next, I took them to the canteen for breakfast and the E-mart to buy any neccessary stuffs. I spent the rest of the day preparing their stuffs eg. getting them their handbooks,their clothes sizing, interviews etc. It was indeed a very busy day for me. But, I guess this would be the last batch I will be orientating since I am clearing leave soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sighz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; I just hope that the next guy to succeed me will do a good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Maybe you think that this is the best for the both of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;    But don't you feel the pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;    If so, why still do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114045771930103958?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114045771930103958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114045771930103958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114045771930103958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114045771930103958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/newly-posted-in.html' title='nEwlY pOStEd-iN'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114036975958102482</id><published>2006-02-20T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:22:39.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nUS &amp; SmU bASh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I had a bad hangover when I got up this morning. Seriously, I wonder if I even slept because I felt I did not sleep a wink last night. My eyes were red when I got up this morning. All thanks to my ex-tjc-classmates for sabo-ing me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But we did had fun last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *smilez*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I think Joshua spent lots of money on the drinks last night because he thought Michelle's friends were coming to join us. The problem is that they did come, only to take Michelle away. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In the end, we plyed the finger-guessing game and the loser had to drink. Before Michelle left, I was already a little high. Worse still, they continued to sabo me and I drink until I felt like I was floating. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;l*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think the fault lies with the tequila shot that david bought. That one is damn power. After I drank it, my whole body felt very hot. But, it was a good try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*grinz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After the crowd built up, we decided to hit the dance floor. By that time, Joshua also high le. But, we kept pulling him in to join us. I realised something which Joshua mentioned. There were many different girls who danced around me. At one point, Joshua just turned me to face the girl who was dancing next to me. But, I got no balls larz. So, I quickly turned back. The girl left soon after which I'm not surprised since I must have turned her off.&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lol*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I pai sei larz. If you are one of the girls reading my blog now, I want to apologise to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lol*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aniwae, I finally told my mum that there is a snake lurking somewhere in our house. As expected, she practically screamed her lungs out. She said I was out of my mind etc. I talked to her before I went for dinner. She is heading to New Zealand this wednesday. I am hoping she will come back soon. May God bless each of our brothers and sisters of NTC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114036975958102482?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114036975958102482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114036975958102482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114036975958102482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114036975958102482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/nus-smu-bash.html' title='nUS &amp; SmU bASh'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114020249693792980</id><published>2006-02-18T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:54:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sHiOk dAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As the day of my ORD beckons, the smile on my face widens more each day. Even so, my day seems to be better as each day passes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*grinz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; I woke up at 10+. To my horror, I realised the snake was gone (as you had read in my earlier post). I was on off in the morning so I could sleep longer. The best part is Woonie-boy and Tok Cock would not be around when I return in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*smilez*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Though they were not around, there was still work waiting for me when I got back. But, Woonie-boy said that I can fall out if I had finished my work. So, I set out doing my stuffs. I only finished everything at 430pm. Even if it is only half an hour earlier, I also happy! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I called Woonie-boy to update him on everything and cleaned up the place before leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;At the interchange, I got approched by a PRUDENTIAL agent AGAIN!!! Sometimes I wonder, does my face writes "I want to buy insurance!" If not, why do agents approach me then minute I get off the bus? Why dun they go chase other guys who are around the same age as me? I still cannot figure it out. No matter how I dodge and hide, they will still get me. I give up! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This time I told them straight in the face, I dun want to waste both our time so please let me go. They were still persistant then I no choice give them black face. I realli did not want to do it, but I was quite tired and did not want to listen to them again. In the end, they just let me go (to my great relief!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*phew!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Despite today's afternoon being a rather hectic one, but it feels good to know another day has passed. And, to know that I am one more day closer to my ORD date! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lol*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114020249693792980?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114020249693792980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114020249693792980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114020249693792980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114020249693792980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/shiok-day.html' title='sHiOk dAY'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114014882484008609</id><published>2006-02-17T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:00:24.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sNAkE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I got the shock of my life when I got up this morning. The container is&lt;strong&gt; EMPTY!&lt;/strong&gt; Even though I was not wearing my specs, I could tell that the snake was&lt;strong&gt; GONE! WTF?!&lt;/strong&gt; Then..where is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*oops!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  It all started when I caught a snake in camp yesterday. It is a baby python. I decided to keep it as a pet (though I know it is illegal under the Singapore Animal's Act). &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I felt very excited about it and thought about how I could rear it. I even wanted to take a few pics and post it over here so you guys can see how cute it looks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*smilez*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  Sadly, it is &lt;strong&gt;LOST!&lt;/strong&gt; (in my house!) I have spent the morning looking for it but to no avail. I think my mum is going to scream at me if she knows there is a snake lurking in our house. Hopefully, I can find it asap. If you guys have any idea what kind of conditions a snake would like to hide in or how to make the snake appear, do tag me! Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114014882484008609?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114014882484008609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114014882484008609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114014882484008609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114014882484008609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/snake.html' title='sNAkE !'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-114002331896734380</id><published>2006-02-16T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T01:15:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sKiPPinG CO PaRade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Though I woke up slightly later than usual this morning, I still made it to the bus interchange on time. But, with a very long queue in front of me.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*xianz*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That means I have to stand thoughout the journey to my camp. I was still feeling very sleepy probably because the application kept me up late yesterday night. What to do? Lan lan suck thumb stand all the way to yishun lorz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawnz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Finally, I got some news who would be taking over me. It turned out to be Joshua (as I had expected). &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, I do not have a very good impression of him. He is already listed among the condemned few in our platoon. It seemed like nobody wanted him so I guess Woonie-boy will take him. Woonie-boy asked me for my opinion on Joshua (because he trust my analysis! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*smilez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) and if I wanted him as my understudy. I replied that it is a widely known fact how "chao keng" this Joshua is. I told Woonie-boy that his working attitude and discipline is questionable. In short, I would not want him as my understudy lest he screws up the important stuffs. But, I left the decision to Woonie-boy because he is after all the Platoon Commander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I called her mum this morning. I told her about the courses that she had chosen and briefly explained them to her mum. Auntie thanked me profusely but I told her it was no problem at all. As the days passes, I feel more and more encouraged. You must work hard too! Do not give up! You know it will all be worth it in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*smilez*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today was the first time I skipped CO parade even though I am present. To avoid seeing Woonie-boy, I hid in FSM office with Yi Xiang. I spent the next half an hour sleeping. Before I knew it, FSM came in! It turned out that the parade was over already. I quickly went back and tidied my office and before going home. (at 5!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*grinz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-114002331896734380?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/114002331896734380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=114002331896734380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114002331896734380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/114002331896734380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/skipping-co-parade.html' title='sKiPPinG CO PaRade'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113994065314336806</id><published>2006-02-15T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T02:10:53.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vAlENtINE's dAY</title><content type='html'>Once again, it's the time of the year again when girls will be looking at how deep their boyfriends are willing to dig into their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On the way to CGH this morning, I heard a report about "Can Money Buy Happiness?". I know you people are giving me the "duhz" expression. It's obvious the answer is a big NO! They were discussing about some girls being superficial who just bother only about the face value of their presents. Instead, people should look deeper into their partner's actions and thoughts. It is usually the smallest action that speaks the loudest (provided if the person has eyes to see!). maybe like what my friend said, it is all too commercialised. Despite so, it's still nice to exchange gifts and renounce your love for each other on this very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I had just finished applying for her courses in the various polytechnics. I had a quarrel with my mum over my sis. Nowadays, I find that my sis and I are quarrelling more often with her. Not that we are out to pick a fight, nor are we not understanding to provoke her after a hard day's work, it is just that she is so UNREASONABLE! Like for instance just now, she was pissed with my sis for returning late. The next thing I know, I was next on the firing line. WTF?! How can she just rail at me for no God damn reason? I was pissed and shouted at her not to take it out on me. After which, she just kept quiet. I am so pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I just think that my mum is SUPER-DUPER protective of us. Not that it is bad, but it gets irritating sometimes because you are totally restricted from doing anything against her will. There was once she made me pang sei my friends for a cycling trip. In the end, my friends also pissed with me. That time, I wanted to run away from home and just leave this dictatorial upbringing. I told myself, I will heck all the crap she got to say when I reach 21. I have had enough! Enough is ENOUGH! If she wants to chase me out then so be it, but bear in mind that once she chases me out, there is no turning back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113994065314336806?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113994065314336806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113994065314336806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113994065314336806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113994065314336806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='vAlENtINE&apos;s dAY'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113985118394625118</id><published>2006-02-14T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:19:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sLacK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woonie-boy applied urgent leave today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That means..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;    It is going to be another slack day for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *lol*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Seriously, I have to admit.. I realli did not do much work today. I spent the morning reading the newspapers. After which, I discussed with Tok Cock about my University application. We talked about lots of stuffs including my church, Valentine's day, work etc. 2LT Alvan very funny today. He kept poking fun at Tok Cock, addressing him as Sir (though they are of the same rank) and kept pestering Tok Cock for off, giving a hundred different funny reasons why he be given off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guess I am realli very soft-hearted. Today, Yi Xiang asked me to help him a few times. Though I was unwilling, I did it aniwae. I can't expect the whole unit to cock up just because of a stupid experience. Then I thought, Work is Work! So, I decided not to be emotional about the whole matter and just forget about it. But, if he does that kind of shit to me again.. I guarantee he will get hell from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113985118394625118?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113985118394625118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113985118394625118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113985118394625118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113985118394625118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/slack.html' title='sLacK'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113975334819001556</id><published>2006-02-12T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:09:10.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Today marks the end of the lunar Chinese New Year celebrations this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bet the readers out there must be wondering why haven't I blogged these few days. Recently, my mum is busy rushing out her project and thus requires the computer. The worst thing is that she uses the computer till past midnight. There was once I even dozed off while waiting for her. Thankfully, I fnally got the chance to blog today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smilez*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;  Yesterday, my ex-classmate and also a good brother of mine, Joshua turned 21! Congrats! Just like what you said.. Welcome to the World of Shit and Never-Ending Responsiblities! *lol* A year older means a year smarter and more sensible. So, look on the bright side of life! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Though his party was simple, but I managed to catch up with a few of my ex-classmates (that is the most important!). I really hope to meet up with all of my classmates real soon! Suddenly, I feel motivated to organise a class outing soon! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*lol*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had helped Uncle Alan move my Aunt Jac's furniture. Aunt Jac will be leaving for America in March to meet up with her husband, Uncle Howe Yong who has been posted there. They will be there for about 5 years, so they decided to give some of their furniture to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Dad and I met up with my Uncle Alan at his house in Seng Kang. There, we moved the AIBI threadmill up to his house. After which, we proceeded to bring the fridge to my house before bringing the washing machine to my Grandma's house. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My dad got to work later on so he stayed at home. Uncle Alan and I carried my Aunt Jac's washing machine to my Grandma's house and my Grandma's old washing machine to the lorry below. It was to be transported to Ah Yao Auntie's house later. Her green washing machine has accompanied me through my childhood years during the days in her old house. As I carried the washing machine away, there was a tinge of nostalgia in me. After delivering the washing machine to Ah Yao Auntie's family, we had lunch at my Grandma's favourite Niang Tou-Fu stall in Katong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Woonie-boy got a MC from our camp MO on friday. That means.. I can go home early on friday! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lol*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In fact, he left at around 9+ to attend a meeting in Paya Lebar Air Base. So, there was no one to restrict me because Tok Cock was on course. I spent the morning doing my work and the afternoon reading newspapers. Suddenly, SSG Chua came into the office (I do not have a very good impression of him). God know his intention! But, my guess is that he was hoping to catch me unaware and slacking (luckily I was not!) then he can go "backstab" me in fornt of Woonie-boy (which he is always good at). Ever since Wei Xuan warned me, I have been wary of him. He asked about Woonie-boy and I told him Woonie-boy was on MC. When he saw me reading the newspapers, he conveniently sat down and started reading the papers too. I had already expected it since Woonie-boy was not around to make noise. But, I was wondering what kind of example he setting for the NSFs. After that, he started to talk to me. Though I was not very willing, I decided to entertain him. One hour later, he left. At that time, I decided that it was time to leave too. I tidied and cleaned the office before leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;As I alighted from the 969 bus, I immediately got approached by a Prudential agent. This is the second female agent that had approached me in 2 days. I am wondering what is it about me that attracts them? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Much as I tried to escape, she did not want to let me go. In the end, I gave in and sat down to listen. I realised it was more of a casual chat between friends than agent and client. Aniwae, I enjoyed the conversation because we exchanged viewpoints about certain issues and she also offered me advice on my Uni course selection with some business advice to boot too! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*smilez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In the end, I left without signing up but I felt that I had spent the last 2+ hours well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  Finally, I got to talk to her. My mum managed to find out how to dial overseas using Sunpage. Initally, her mum called me to go her house to use their phone instead since I cannot dial overseas. But no matter what, I was glad to be able to hear her again. Unconsciously, we talked for 1/2 hr le, think my mum is going to kill me when she sees the phone bill this month. I realli miss her lots! I hope that she can stay there longer to serve the Lord but I also hope to see her soon. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am hoping that she will come back this April to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113975334819001556?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113975334819001556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113975334819001556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113975334819001556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113975334819001556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-15.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 15'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113941774524538768</id><published>2006-02-09T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:55:45.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm still darned pissed with Yi Xiang for what he did to me today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*argh!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;These days, I have been waking up with a 10-tonne head every morning. I do not know whether it is because of the cough mixture (my mum forces me) I take before going to bed, sleeping late nights or a sign that my body needs a rest.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Aniwae I still went to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; Tok Cock will be on course these 2 days, so that leaves Woonie-boy and me alone (oh no!). However, I got a pleasant surprise from Woonie-boy this morning when he told me that he will be going for his Malay course in the afternoon. You are right! That leaves me to the office alone! Thus, implying that I can go home at anytime so long as I had finished my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rejoices*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Though, it was a busy morning for me, but my spirits were high because I know I can go off earlier. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*smilez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I planned to leave camp at 2pm. Of all people, Yi Xiang had to come and spoil my plan! Trust me! I would have beaten him up if I had not repeatedly kept my temper in check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*argh!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;  She had warned me about him before but I told her it's ok because I often have to work very closely with him during office hours. But, I finally saw what an asshole he is today! Let me narrate the incident and you people tell me if I am over-reacting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He came into my office before lunch time requesting to use my office computers. I said no problem since I was not using it. I also told him I had other things to do so I will not be in the office to accompany him and also warned him against touching any other stuffs in my office (Woonie-boy is very particular about outsiders in his office). I came back around 12, which was lunch time and he asked for my help to collect printer cartridges from the store. I agreed since I had finished most of my work (and also because I was in high spirits! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). By the time, I had finished helping him, it was 1230. I realised I only had 25 minutes to eat and rush back to fall in. Luckily, I was in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; After lunch, he still insisted on using the computer in my office. In the first place when I agreed to let him use my computer, it was because the computer was occupied by his understudy. Hence, I went over to his office and asked his understudy if he was done with the computer. He said he was done long ago. So, I went back and tell him to go back his office to use his computer instead because I was locking up and am going home soon. Guess what he said to me? "No, I don't want! I don't want to let you go home early! I want you to stay here till 430pm. If you go home now, I will complain to FSM." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; On hearing these words, I was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Is this what I get for lending you help when you need it? Now, you guys know why I am so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUMING&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*scowls*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes, when FSM is not around, he also takes the chance to go home early. He even had the cheek to tell me that he will complain to FSM if I went home early. I was so pissed at that time that I said "By all means!" (since I had permission from Woonie-boy). Then, I proposed s suggestion. Since he wanted to stay in my office, it is ok with me. I decided to pass him my keys so he can lock up the office when he leaves and pass the keys to me tomorrow. But, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He was insistent on staying and no matter what I said or do, that ungrateful asshole also refused to use the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNAVAILABLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;computer in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIS OFFICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He said "You can leave the keys here lorz.. I will leave when I am done but I won't lock up. If anything lost, it's your problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;   I was at a loss and did not know what to do. In the end, I gave up and waited for him to finish his work (of irritating me!). Maybe, I am too soft le. In the past, I would have made sure he remembers never ever  to be ungrateful again. Then again, I was in camp so I will get charged. By the way, there are actually plenty of computers for him to use. He chose my office because he wanted to enjoy the air-con. But, I had made up mind, I will never ever help him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;work is just a means of escape for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113941774524538768?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113941774524538768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113941774524538768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113941774524538768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113941774524538768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-11.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 11'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113933139971383326</id><published>2006-02-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:56:39.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR -dAY 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Overall, today has been a rather slack day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    Woonie-boy was on MC. So, the three little mice came out to play..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jackson, Bao Jie &amp; Brandon came to irritate the new officer, 2LT Tan Teng Kok (aka &lt;strong&gt;Tok Cock!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Firstly, they came in with Jackson reporting that the air hose burst while he was using it. (I had a feeling there was more than it meets the eye..) After that, they say they want to be clerks like me (because I'm gonna ORD soon). And if he needed to do anything, they will be most willing to do it. During this whole time, I was laughing to myself. I know they were deliberately irritating Tok Cock so I just admired the "show" they had prepared for me. Later on, they even got him to go down and do some ground work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*lol*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;  That was just the beginning. After falling out in the afternoon, they went up again to create havoc. Too bad, I was not in the office. But, I know their purpose in going up there. They wnated to get Woonie-boy's home number to check if he is really at home during his MC (since he always does that to us). Though I was not around, I really laugh my ass off! I guess life would be so much more boring if not for them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*smilez*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Our unit had a CNY dinner function after office hours today. Attendance was compulsary. The food is not bad. I particularly liked the desert, Honeydew Sago (who's coughing? oops!)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I could not care less and left soon after eating my fill. I had to return to office to settle Benjamin's disruption and also grabbed my bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I met Yi Xiang on my way out. He told me that my lucky draw ticket number was the first one to be called out. I realised I could have won something if I had stayed a little longer. Heck! WHo cares about their pathetic prizes? Aniwae my close friends will know I have the luck to win lucky draws anytime, anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;  &lt;em&gt; can time realli heal all wounds? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;    i dunno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;    i hope it does heal this huge slash in my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113933139971383326?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113933139971383326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113933139971383326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113933139971383326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113933139971383326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-10.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR -dAY 10'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113924503439363374</id><published>2006-02-06T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:57:14.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; I wonder when this cough of mine will disappear.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*coughs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I returned today, I realised something. I realised how important I am (as quoted by Woonie-boy). The first thing I saw when I entered my office today was my&lt;strong&gt; "IN"&lt;/strong&gt; tray piled with loads of documents.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I sighed and quickly skimmed through the documents after which I sorted them according to priority. Somehow, I have a feeling that today will be a busy day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;  I only managed to go for my breakfast at around 10am, which was an hour away from my usual breakfast time of 9am. As expected, I had to eat alone. But, that is fine with me because I have gotten used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *sighz* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; MCs! MCs! MCs! Immediately after my breakfast, I got down to clearing the huge pile of MCs in my tray. It was an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EYESORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thankfully, I got rid of them before lunch. Not forgetting, I also had to helped the FSM people settle their stuffs. &lt;strong&gt;ARGH!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Finally, when i managed to get a breather. I decided that I wanted to do some area cleaning. So, I set about tidying up the office. Woonie-boy was obviously very pleased with the area cleaning I had done. I realised they do not dump things they no longer need. They just simply chuck them aside (tells you a whole lots about my superiors rite?). In the end, I had a&lt;strong&gt; THRASHBAG-FULL&lt;/strong&gt; of rubbish to dump (if only I can squeeze them in too! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). During which, I was coughing the whole time because the place was &lt;strong&gt;FREAKING DUSTY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I was done, I felt that a good sweep of my office would be an appropriate finale for my &lt;strong&gt;"project".&lt;/strong&gt; I routinely sweep the office everyday before I knock off. I was shocked at the amount of dirt and dust I managed to sweep up after my period of absence. Obviously, this tells you that my sirs rather breathe in countless dust and dirt particles than sweep the floor of our office (while I was sick..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighz* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;   Everything also I do! Everything also I check! Then you this Woonie-boy receive Officer pay for f*ck?! It is not that I mind doing because I know it is part of my job. But when you see me overladen with work, you still can read newspapers so shuang?! OMG! What are they going to do without me? Whatever! I have already given in to my fate le. I just want to quickly get my National Service done and over with so that I can get the hell out of this place! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*frustrated*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe city people are like snails trapped in shells..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113924503439363374?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113924503439363374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113924503439363374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113924503439363374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113924503439363374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-9.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 9'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113916198871342128</id><published>2006-02-06T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:56:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I almost forgot that I an appointment with Diana today. Luckily, I had a hunch yesterday that I seemed to have forgotten something. The venue was East Coast Park. I chose it because it has been a while since I have been there. I also missed the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The weather was pretty sunny today. The sea glimmered under the brillance of the afternoon sun. I had a good time admiring the beach while we strolled and caught up with each other. The initial plan was to walk to the hawker centre and then have something light there (since we've both eaten lunch). But, the weather was too hot and I did not want us to end up drenched in our own sweat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*holds nose*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Thus, I suggested Mac's which was nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Diana grabbed a McSpicy meal while I wanted to cool down a little first. I realli hate the newly introduced McSpicy Extra Value meal! What is Mac's thinking?! This is not the way to cut costs! You think we, consumers are supposed to buy your "&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; chicken fillet is now thicker and juicier" crap?! The McSpicy Double used to be my favourite Extra Value meal. I was shocked when I was told while I was ordering that they had changed it to a single &lt;strong&gt;"thicker"&lt;/strong&gt; fillet. Why do we have to pay the same price for something that is of lower value? It is ironic that is called an&lt;strong&gt; "Extra Value"&lt;/strong&gt; meal! I hope that some MacDonald's personnel will read this and revise their whole pricing system. Hopefully, they will bring back my favourite Extra Value meal soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*wishes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We talked about lots of stuffs since it was a long time the last time we met up. I ordered a Choc Hot Fudge sundae when my mouth started itching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*grinz*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was browsing through Diana's phone and I realised that she has lots of nice pics! So.. I started transferring those nice ones to my phone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lol*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*time flew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We started strolling back to Parkway Parade because we needed to get our buses from there. I took 36 to Orchard because I was meeting my mum there to attend some travel agency talk. But, it turned out to be a scam! They said their presentations were customised for couples. They did not allow my mum to attend it just because my dad was not around. I find that the reason was crap! I felt insulted and my mum got pissed and we left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cool*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;We made our way back to tamp to meet my sis for dinner. On our way home, we were talking about gers suffering from menstrual cramps. This was the conversation as follows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sis : I can't wait to reach menopause! Then, I won't have to suffer the pain of these cramps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*winches*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : You xiao ar?! You think menopause very nice to play ar?! I tell you.. Menopause is worse than what you are experiencing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sis : Si mehz? How worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Of cuz larz.. During menopause, women are more suicidal and their hormones go chaotic causing them to have extreme mood swings (now you know why female teachers in their late fourties are so detestable&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*sis ponders and mum listens to our conversation (obviously amused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : But.. there is a cure for your cramps larz.. Then you need not experience them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sis : Huh? What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Hmmz.. Get pregnant lorz.. Then you need not go through the cycle for a year! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I was almost rofl by that time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*sis gives me "tiaow" look and my mum started smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Hmmz.. So you every year give birth to one then can le. Very soon, you will be holding the record for giving birth to the most number of babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *lol*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sis : You mad ar? Give birth also very pain lorz.. You think i what? Mother pig ar? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*sis makes the ploop ploop sound*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then come out already ar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*rofl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Suddenly, the two words "mother pig" struck me. We used to joke about how mnay kids we wanted in future. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When we reached home, everyone did our part by doing our research on the places of interest in New Zealand. When we were done, it was already 12+ le, that is why I am blogging so late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawnz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm like a living zombie stuck with a cabin of other zombies who stare blankly into space..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113916198871342128?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113916198871342128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113916198871342128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113916198871342128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113916198871342128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-8.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 8'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113907604102004578</id><published>2006-02-05T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:00:41.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; The "yu-shen" (raw fish) dinner is often eaten during the Chinese New Year. It is believed that by eating the raw fish, we would have an abundance of everything for this new year because of the saying "nian nian you yu" ("yu" as in abundance since they sound the same). Besides abundance, Chinese believe that during the tossing of the "yu-shen" dish, whatever auspicious words you say will be fulfilled in the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I had to crawl out of bed today. I was supposed to give tuition to the twins at 9.00am. But, I only crawled out of bed at 9.00am. Heck! After my breakfast, I changed and quickly went over because I did not want to be late for my game later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I was hesitant whetehr to join my parents for lunch or to meet my friends for the game. In the end, I chose the latter. It was a pretty good game which really worked my stamina. I think i need to start running soon. I was panting soon after the game started. My fitness had dropped drastically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  Soon, the next group of people who booked the court came and we left (after sparring with them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). I decided to take a bath at Raj's place before contacting my parents (to no avail). So, i returned home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Incidentally, both my mum's and my dad's sides booked the restaurant for the "yu-shen" dinner on the same day. In the end, we went for our dad's side (no choice since my mum is considered "married away" le). In the past, we never had this problem. That is why I think this year's new year kinda sucky lorz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;P.S : I mite be going to New Zealand in February. So, people out there.. Envy me while you can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;  Remember the lil books we promised to update everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    I dreamt of yours last night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    It was filled just like you had promised..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    And i smiled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113907604102004578?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113907604102004578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113907604102004578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113907604102004578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113907604102004578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-7.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 7'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113895494924559030</id><published>2006-02-03T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:22:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; I dreamt of you last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    You were back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    We were very happy together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;    It all seemed so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    But, it was after all.. a dream.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; I decided to apply for medical leave today. I was feeling confident about it too. But I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The dogtor found out that I did not take my medicine on Wednesday and questioned me about it. But, she cut me short and said there should not be any excuses for not taking my medicine. Whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; *pissed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Now, I know one thing is for sure. INDIAN DOGTORS SUX! I do not seem to have the affinity with them. This is not the first time liaoz.. They have no compassion at all! They think they dogtors big f*cks ar?! I practically felt like a mouse being twirled around her finger! I am so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pissed with her! All Indian dogtors should probably pack their bags and f*uck off back to India. If they want to stay in Singapore, then they should jolly well shut their trap and serve the society well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sneers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the end, I went to see a proper dogtor opposite my block. He was a Chinese and and showed much more compassion for his patient (at least I felt that way). He treated me like a patient should be treated. After taking my medicine, I returned home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;maybe everything was just but a dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113895494924559030?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113895494924559030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113895494924559030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113895494924559030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113895494924559030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-6.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 6'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113890250549202474</id><published>2006-02-03T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:48:27.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;  I saw an ad by "BIG" (some electrical store at Harbourfront Centre) a few days ago. On it, there was a 6.0 mpx camera going for $88.80. The sale will end on Friday. Each day they will only sell 15 units.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This morning, I set off for Harbourfront Centre. When i took the escalator up till the 3rd storey, I got a shock. The queue was so &lt;strong&gt;FREAKING&lt;/strong&gt; long. I thought I was early but it turned out that there were many more people who were &lt;strong&gt;EARLIER!&lt;/strong&gt; All of a sudden, I remembered I live in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shakes head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;   Since I was there, I might as well make the most out of the trip. I took some time to walk around their store. I must admit that their store have almost everything you can look for in it &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(except condoms! &lt;em&gt;*lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; After that, I took a look at what they had to offer for cameras. At the same time, I decided to check out the specs of the camera in the ad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; It turned out that the 6.0 mpx was the resolution of the screen!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; *jeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The actual resolution of the photo quality is actually only 3.0 mpx! There is no optical zoom, only 4.0x digital zoom. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*jeers louder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hearing these, I decided to repair my mum's Canon camera instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; The people at the Canon service centre said there is a problem with the "ccd" &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(God knows what is that?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and there was a burning smell from the flash. The estimated repair cost is $100. Hopefully, I can get it back soon then you guys will get to see many nice pics soon! *smilez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;the journey in life is long and ardous.. let me be the one who holds your hand &amp; walk with you.. thru it all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113890250549202474?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113890250549202474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113890250549202474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113890250549202474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113890250549202474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-5.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 5'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113877289348622274</id><published>2006-02-01T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:24:22.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/1600/Image007[1]%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/320/Image007%5B1%5D%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/1600/Image005[1]%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/320/Image005%5B1%5D%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/1600/Image004[1]%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/320/Image004%5B1%5D%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/1600/Image004[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/1600/Image007[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/1600/Image005[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2431/484/1600/Image004[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I woke up this morning, I felt I was good enough to work. But because I was still in the Chinese New Year mood.. so.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*grinz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I was very pissed because I spent the morning running around trying to get my mc before returning to Tampines Polyclinic.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; *sighz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aniwae I managed to get my 2 days mc, so I'm feeling better liaoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;By the way, here are some of the photos I took with my N6230i yesterday while I was in town with Min. I apologise to those who are very picky about photo quality (like me), but I will try to get my digicam asap so I can share with you guys my inspirations. But in the meantime, do make do with it.&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*smilez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;P.S : I love the horse one the most! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113877289348622274?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113877289348622274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113877289348622274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113877289348622274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113877289348622274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-4.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 4'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113873006729386647</id><published>2006-02-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:54:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Chinese believe that on the third day of the lunar Chinese New Year, it is inauspicious to "bai nian" (visit homes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  Mum woke me up this morn at 11 telling me that we will be going to her old classmate's house to "bai nian". I nodded and turned over. Much as i wanted to wake up, I could not find the strength to wake up. It was not long before my sis came to wake me up. This time, I managed to drag myself out of bed (with much reluctance). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawnz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; After we were done there (where i ate lots of tidbits! =p), we went to my mum's ex-colleague's (Aunt Angie) house to "bai nian". As usual, I attack the tidbits there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*grinz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  Next, we headed to Edwin Ah Yi's house, not before my mum hesitated and procrastinated whether to go to her boss's house. As a result, my poor dad had to drive in a very &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; circle! *sighz But i did not stay there long too. I was to meet Hui Min at 4pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;  I spent a lot of money eating today. I know that this is one of the ways to make me feel better. When we met, we headed to the desert shop my Uncle Alan brought me last time. After having some sweet stuffs, I felt a lil better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Min said she was looking for a bdae present so we walked around before a Converse sale caught her eye and she decided to get a brown tank top for her friend. After walking around a while more (realising Baker's Innz was close), we decided to have dinner at Spagetties (thk it's spelt like that) in Paragon. Then, I suddenly had a craving for coffee. So, we chilled out at TCC (PS outlet). I ordered a "Columbian Supremo". Though a lil bitter, but I kinda like it's taste so I did not add milk. Even though Min was like some &lt;strong&gt;"milk"&lt;/strong&gt; promoter (sounds suggestive huh?) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , she kept insisting that i should add milk into my coffee despite my protests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When we were done savouring the coffee, we left for home. As I was telling Min today, the two words "instant gratification" kept floating into my mind. I am quite afraid of what I will do next. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*sighz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;No pain killers can ease the pain I am feeling inside.. Only you can bring me out of this hell.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113873006729386647?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113873006729386647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113873006729386647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113873006729386647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113873006729386647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-new-year-day-3.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 3'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113864629735370775</id><published>2006-01-31T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:38:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I am heartbroken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;    Today, I looked very bright. I wore my green Kappa polo tee over my baby-blue sweat shirt from Converse. Together with the pants I had hand-picked from Bugis (which garnered lots of praises!), I completed my "look" for today. I was pleased with what I wore today because it made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*smilez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The first place we hit was my sis's babysitter's house. Next, was my grandmother's place. We did not stay for long because my dad had to work. So, he alighted us at Suntec to do some shopping at Carrefour, where we bought sushi and chocolate milk (which i suddenly had a craving for..). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*growls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; As usual, the four of us (Me, Ben, Edwin &amp; Jeremin) started playing majong as soon as I reached there because we only have a while to play before the adults use it. Aniwae, I also did not play for long because soon we had to return to my grandmother's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Before dinner, I stared into the sky and had a lil private time with God. I asked him alot of questions. I wished he could answer me there and then. There are so many things I want to ask him. There are so many things I wanna know. Like why does my heart feel so pain.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*sighz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;As time passes.. my heart will slowly wither and die..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113864629735370775?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113864629735370775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113864629735370775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113864629735370775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113864629735370775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-day-2.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 2'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113855079657804975</id><published>2006-01-29T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:06:36.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I do not know why I feel this way. This year's Chinese New Year SUX! Somehow, I just cannot feel the festive joy of this "practice" this year. Maybe it's because of that something that is missing from my life ba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *sighz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yesterday, I decided to get one more top. I know it was very last minute which explains lots of shops in Bugis do not have the size I was looking for. In the end, I bought this Armani X-change top which I think is damn cool. But I already told Kenneth to buy the Kappa top, so i ended up having 2 tops. (which obviously had exceeded my budget!) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*sighz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; On my way home (apparently rushing), Wei Xuan called me to go play golf! Much as i wanted to, I needed to help my mum with the remaining work before we can go for our Reunion dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;   Reunion dinner this year had 2 more people, my Aunt Jac and cousin Joel. This is probably the only other thing I'm pleased about this New Year. We watched Initial D too! *laughs After that, we returned home. I tried on my new clothes and decided what I want to wear on which days. I realised that every Chinese New Year is a fashion show for me because everyone always will wait in anticipation to see what kind of clothes I wear this year. Stop giving me those eyes. IT"S TRUE! You can ask my sis if u do not believe me. *lol Aniwae this is the only thing that ca give me true satisfaction every year. When people start admiring what I wear and praise me for my fashion sense, I feel "shuang"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *laughs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aniwae I paired my Armani top with the Fox long-sleeved shirt with my jeans. It creates a layered effect and makes me look like some kinda "Superstar" (as quoted from my relatives). But, everyone kept saying they very hot and why I wear so many clothes. Honestly, I did not feel very hot because both tops are made of cotton. In fact, I am more worried about tomorrow's outfit instead because the materials are thicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; *wonders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; I had to return early from my Gor-po house because my mum wanted to go visit my neighbour's house. I was in fact pissed when we had to leave so early. In the end when we reached our block, she realised my neighbours have not returned home. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*tiaow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Aniwae this year does not seem to be a very smooth year for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   I am still bothered.. My mind feels like it is going to explode! I just wish.. 1 year ago.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*sighz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113855079657804975?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113855079657804975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113855079657804975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113855079657804975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113855079657804975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-day-1.html' title='ChINeSE NeW yEaR - dAY 1'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113834687859008395</id><published>2006-01-27T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:27:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what just happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My sis's mattress just fell 9 storeys down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was cleaning the hall windows when I suddenly heard my mum scream. After which she quickly dashed out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While i was wondering what was she screaming about, I sudeenly heard a loud "BOOM"! Then I also quickly dashed out of the house after her to help her with the mattress. *sighz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113834687859008395?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113834687859008395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113834687859008395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113834687859008395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113834687859008395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-what-just-happened-my-siss.html' title=''/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113833947892044373</id><published>2006-01-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:24:38.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fINAl SprINgclEAnING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I feel a lil cheated because I took one whole day off to help out at home. In the end, Woonie-boy decided to make it a half-day today and I didn't do anything at home this morning. I should have just taken the afternoon off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;  I am feeling much better le. But, my throat felt a lil sore this morn. I don't understand because the anti-biotics should have done the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; *wonders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; Aniwae, my mum coming home soon le. So, I guess I will have a very busy afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ciaoz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113833947892044373?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113833947892044373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113833947892044373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113833947892044373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113833947892044373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/final-springcleaning.html' title='fINAl SprINgclEAnING'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113802739206736073</id><published>2006-01-23T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:43:12.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sICk !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Argh! I feel so hot all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I tot the fever had subsided yesterday but it came back today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sighz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  The doc (a very FAT one!) gave me 2 days mc and told me to rest well at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Looks like I'll be going to have a good rest these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113802739206736073?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113802739206736073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113802739206736073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113802739206736073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113802739206736073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick.html' title='sICk !'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113794808507923154</id><published>2006-01-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:41:25.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abUNdANt gRacE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have only seen Mama Wu through videos, never in real life. So when I knew that she was coming today, I was excited and scared. She reached our church at ard 850am. Aunty Guo Lan received her and we cheered as we made our way in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*rejoices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Service started at 9 with the usual singing and praising. After which, Mama Wu came up to the pulpit and had fellowship with us for 2+ hrs. Though it was long, but yet it was very insightful. She mentioned that &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(a). We should speak the truth in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(b). We must fill up the missing "dot" in ourselves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(c). The laws of the church - Ezekiel chpt 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (d). The glory of UNNS Omega's temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;After her fellowship, Aunty Yuying invited her to bless each and everyone of us. At that time, it realli felt like God was coming soon and that he had sent his servant, Mama Wu to aid us in filling up the "dot" in us so that we may be raptured into glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Like wat she said, it's realli blessed to be planted in NTC. In here, we can see God manifest his miraculous works and abundant grace. Indeed, I am thankful to Him. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113794808507923154?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113794808507923154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113794808507923154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113794808507923154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113794808507923154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/abundant-grace.html' title='abUNdANt gRacE'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113786002799231153</id><published>2006-01-21T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:13:48.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oUr 1St YEaR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I was supposed to go biking this morning with Wei Xuan, Adrian and his friends. But, I woke around 5 and realised i was having a fever and that my throat was a lot. Hence, I messaged them reluctantly to tell them that I'll be unable to join them for BT (short for Bukit Timah trail). After which, I took my medicine and went back to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*xianz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I felt better when i got up at 10+ and was deliberating whether to give tuition this morning. I decided against the idea after a while because my throat was still hurting badly and I did not want to pass my virus to them. I suddenly remembered that i wanted to check the price of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Nokia 6230i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So, as i was waiting to get through to the Starhub customer service officer, I was busy looking through the papers for Starhub roadshows. It turned out that the price had dropped by a further $30 to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;$198!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lucky, I did not buy it yesterday if not i would have regretted badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*relieved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;However, to get the phone at that price I have to travel to the roadshow at Novena. My mum, sis and I hailed a cab at around 11+. We had to take a cab because we had to be back by 2 and also partly because the first 50 to sign up/upgrade will get a free $50 shopping voucher. The taxi driver that took us drive us halfway suddenly say he feels giddy because he never eat breakfast. So, he dropped us at some Aljunied road where the road was packed with cars but the cabs were all filled. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*xianz..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We walked around trying to get a cab but to no avail. Then, I suggetsed taking "8" to Toa Payoh and take a train down to Novena. In the end, I managed to get the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nokia 6230i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (but too bad white no longer in production le..). I realised that my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nokia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;6230i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and her &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nokia 6020&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"couple phones".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you guys do not believe me, you all can go check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; After lunch, I received a call from Chee Kiong saying he want 12 bottles from me! I was very shocked but I was very thankful to God because I had wanted to clear these stocks a long time ago le. On the spot, we made an agreement and I managed to get rid the bulk of my stocks le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*smilez &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; I had to help my mum spring clean the whole afternoon and it did not help that I was still feeling very sick. After I had done the bulk of the work and had finished memorising my bible, i took a nap and hoped that I will feel better when i get up. I left for church service when i got up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today's Sat church service a lil different because Mama Wu is coming tomorrow! *rejoices.. As a result, we broke bread today and for the rest of the service we gave our testimonies about the 3 days fasting and praying. It seems like my testimony was the funniest because everyone kept laughing including the kids! *lol I felt that today's service was very glorious and i think it's because Mama Wu is coming tomorrow. Aniwae I am realli thankful to God for blessing me with this day especially when it has been a year for us le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*smilez &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113786002799231153?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113786002799231153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113786002799231153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113786002799231153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113786002799231153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/our-1st-year.html' title='oUr 1St YEaR'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113768901600623922</id><published>2006-01-20T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:43:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hIccUPs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Today, I was tormented by hiccups.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I woke up late for work today. I heard the alarm and so i snoozed it. The funny thing is i never heard what happened after that. When i finally woke up and saw the time.. I was like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i quickly got out of bed, washed up, changed and dashed out of my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mass screw-up is what I can say about B-Section..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It so happened that while I was having breakfast in the mess today, Staff Chua suddenly came up to me and asked me if I can take over Ian's work. I knew Ian and Staff Chua was on duty rest and 2WO Woon was not around so i agreed. it's been a long time since i dabbled with the EMMIS system but I still remembered a lil things here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Just like what I had expected. Despite Ian and I telling 2WO Woon &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunno-how-many-freaking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;times that we need another EMMIS clerk lest Ian is not around, he just ignores whatever we says. Luckily I was around, if not how?! Unhappily, I went to kao pei 2LT Mervyn about the situation and what needs to be done. He listened and said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Good Suggestion!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and told me he will see to it (he better do..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The whole day passed by peacefully. Except for the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; *hic *hic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sounds i made all day (which yi xiang was very pissed about..)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; *lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Even during my tuition, I was not spared by my hiccups. In the end, the twins laughing a lot till I got a lil pissed. But seriously, it was very tough teaching when you have hiccups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Aniwae Aunty Grace called me just now and informed me that Mama Wu will be joining us for service this Sunday. We are indeed thankful to God that Mama Wu can be in our midst despite her hectic schedule. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Hallelujah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just pray that this Sunday's service will be very glorious and that God will be with us abundantly. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113768901600623922?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113768901600623922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113768901600623922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113768901600623922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113768901600623922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/hiccups.html' title='hIccUPs'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113757865009224759</id><published>2006-01-18T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:04:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fAStInG - dAY 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have just finished breaking fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YUMMY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; Suddenly, there are so many things that i want to eat!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; But I can't eat&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;COLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPICY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stuffs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawnz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aniwae I will be going for service later and I will get to eat there again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; *smilez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113757865009224759?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113757865009224759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113757865009224759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113757865009224759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113757865009224759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/fasting-day-3.html' title='fAStInG - dAY 3'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113753679820576164</id><published>2006-01-18T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:26:38.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; I can't seem to fall asleep after i woke up at 5.30am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yawnz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  Guess I am too excited about today's fast-breaking le.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113753679820576164?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113753679820576164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113753679820576164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113753679820576164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113753679820576164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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-7677193.post-113751748614400306</id><published>2006-01-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:04:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fAStInG - dAY 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When i woke up this morning, my head felt very heavy. So, I decided to stay in bed for a while more hoping it will get better. At the same time, I took this chance to pray thanking God for this day he has blessed me and how he had sustained me throughout yesterday. Once again, I asked for his grace, strength and wisdom to be upon each and every brothers and sisters of NTC. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;    The minute i got out of bed.. I felt like vomiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*bleagh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Luckily, I managed to make it to the toilet and gradually felt better as i moved around. My legs were wobbly and I still had the "floating" feeling as I made my way to CGH for my medical appointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*high..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After my medical appointment, I went home to take a quick nap before reporting back to work in the afternoon. As I was reading "A Living Testimony to the Truth", I felt that God was speaking to me! *rejoices.. 2 things greatly moved me;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; (a) Recovering all the "lost sheeps" for Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; (b) Abandoning my sinful nature and to walk in his &lt;strong&gt;WILL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Immediately,I bowed down to pray. I knew the Holy Spirit was working within me and confessed my sins and shortcomings earnestly whilst asking for his forgiveness and to grant his grace to be upon me. I also prayed that he will guide me in his light so I may quickly overcome all my shortcomings and be a living testimony for him in this time of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMEGA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Indeed, God has paved my way! People were impressed with the fact that I will be fasting for 3 days without food nor water. Few believe it is even possible. However, I told them that it is impossible for me to survive for 3 days without food and water but with God.. Everything is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;POSSIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, I took this chance to preach to them about why I was doing this. Somehow, I spoke all the correct words and they seemed to gain a deeper understanding about Christianity. I was very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I knew that God had blessed me with his wisdom to do his works. I thank him and I praise him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Hallelujah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I met up with Aunty Grace to go church together. Xiao Jun, Chao Quan and their mum arrived in S'pore last nite and joined us for service tonight. They too, had already started fasting on the plane. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;*praise the Lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tonight's service was very glorious but i expect tomorrow's service to be even more glorious! I bought the "Shan Yao Fen" (Mountain Medicine Powder) in preparation for breaking fast tomorrow. On my way home, I met Izzudin on the train! What a surprise! We caught up a little before he alighted at Tanah Merah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Today, I finally understood why people said that the 2nd day is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"KILLER"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But, the good news is that, everyone says that things will be better tomorrow! (because your body would have gotten used to it). Whatever it is, I just ask of God to sustain all of us throughout tomorrow. The finishing line is in sight, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I WILL NOT GIVE UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677193-113751748614400306?l=texasmuttons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/feeds/113751748614400306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7677193&amp;postID=113751748614400306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113751748614400306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677193/posts/default/113751748614400306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasmuttons.blogspot.com/2006/01/fasting-day-2.html' title='fAStInG - dAY 2'/><author><name>mUttOns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04683123228411169868</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></feed>
