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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-33889702.post-1992342177436703202</id><published>2011-09-20T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:51:59.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after all the hard work. &lt;div&gt;end up getting nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u need me, i help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i give is 100percent, but what u give back is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now on i will never put in my 100 percent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1992342177436703202?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1992342177436703202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="test1"&gt;Nine ways to feel good in 30 minutes&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being in a good mood or feeling happy doesn’t have to be solely a  long-term goal — small things you do for yourself every day can make a  huge difference in the way you feel. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some people worry that  wanting to be happier is a selfish goal, but in fact, research shows  that happier people are more sociable, likable, healthy, productive and  more inclined to help other people. By working to boost your own  happiness, you’re making other people happier too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’ve come up  with nine things you can do to boost your morale and feel good about  yourself. Not only will these tasks themselves increase your happiness,  but the mere fact that you’ve achieved some concrete goals will boost  your mood.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Raise your activity level &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pump  up your energy and give yourself an endorphin rush. If you’re on the  phone, stand up and pace. Take the stairs instead of the lift, put more  energy into your voice or even take a brisk 10-minute walk around the  office — every little thing helps. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Let’s go outside &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Research  has suggested that light stimulates brain chemicals that improve moods.  For an extra boost, get your dose of sunlight first thing in the  morning. If you leave for work before sunrise, take a quick break at  about 10am and soak in some sunshine — at this hour, sunlight has the  maximum amount of vitamin D absorbable by the human body. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Reach out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Send  an email or call to a friend you haven’t seen in a while, or reach out  to someone new. Developing close bonds with other people is one of the  most important keys to happiness. When you act in a friendly way, not  only will others feel friendlier towards you, but you’ll also strengthen  your feelings of friendliness for other people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Rid yourself of a nagging task &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deal  with that insurance problem, purchase something you need, or make that  long-postponed appointment with the dentist. Crossing an irksome chore  off your to-do list will give you a rush of elation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Create a more serene environment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Outer  order contributes to inner peace, so spend some time organising your  desk and tackling those piles of paperwork. A large stack of little  tasks can feel overwhelming, but often just a few minutes of work can  make a sizable dent. Set the timer on your phone for 10 minutes and see  what you can do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do a good deed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Introduce  two people by email, take a minute to pass along useful information, or  deliver some gratifying praise. Simple things that make a huge  difference all around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Save someone’s life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donate  some blood or sign up to be an organ donor, and remember to tell your  family about your decision. It will make you feel good that you are  making a difference to someone else’s life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Act happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fake  it ‘til you feel it. Research shows that even an artificially induced  smile boosts your mood. And if you’re smiling, other people will  perceive you as being friendlier and more approachable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Learn something new&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Think  of a subject that you wish you knew more about and spend 15 minutes on  the Internet reading about it, or go to a bookstore and buy a book about  it. But be honest and pick a topic that really interests you, not  something you think you should or need to learn about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3220062657074613465?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3220062657074613465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3220062657074613465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3220062657074613465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3220062657074613465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-869101509172962923</id><published>2010-10-20T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:37:58.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fuck is this..&lt;br /&gt;Don't say no problem and fucking give me the stupid smile on your face..&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck do I need to face all this..&lt;br /&gt;Just what the fuck is happening..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-869101509172962923?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/869101509172962923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=869101509172962923' 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just end yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;and is time to book in too..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;Is party time..&lt;br /&gt;Let rock the camp from tomorrow onward..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5960915095687303171?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/5960915095687303171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=5960915095687303171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5960915095687303171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5960915095687303171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494116220482465282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/TD8Fl-yRrgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ze-XSkNgys8/s400/Animated-Flag-Singapore.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NDP 2010 coming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This year theme -&gt; LIVE OUR DREAMS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FLY OUR FLAG&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Busy with this year NDP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Video and more video production..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope everyone out there will enjoy this year NDP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And remember to enjoy in the 20:10 thingy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"FIVE STAR ARISING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7466376519098213381?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7466376519098213381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7466376519098213381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7466376519098213381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7466376519098213381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2010/07/ndp-2010-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/TD8Fl-yRrgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ze-XSkNgys8/s72-c/Animated-Flag-Singapore.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-1277570562836408297</id><published>2010-05-07T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:48:02.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going back agian to Camp..&lt;br /&gt;Camp life starting again..&lt;br /&gt;What best is on the 16 and 30 May I got duty..&lt;br /&gt;Life is just so suck in camp..&lt;br /&gt;What to do lan lan suck thumb..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='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-33889702.post-8805773756364103208</id><published>2010-04-29T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:24:52.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After "Band of Brother"&lt;band&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBO is now showing another war drama..&lt;br /&gt;Called "The Pacific"&lt;the&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;It is another nice drama..&lt;br /&gt;The Pacific this drama is about World War II..&lt;br /&gt;Is a must watch drama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way my buddy birthday coming..&lt;br /&gt;At here wish him a very happy birthday..&lt;br /&gt;and may all his wishes come true..&lt;br /&gt;CK..&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8805773756364103208?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-1874700848668070841</id><published>2010-04-19T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:25:14.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today in camp..&lt;br /&gt;Boring..&lt;br /&gt;After course in safti MI last week..&lt;br /&gt;everything just go back to normal..&lt;br /&gt;sian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1874700848668070841?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1874700848668070841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1874700848668070841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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SIR like him..&lt;br /&gt;He fight for almost all of his man right..&lt;br /&gt;And he really help us a lot..&lt;br /&gt;THANK SIR..&lt;br /&gt;I will respect you as my SIR..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7767552906913919414?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7767552906913919414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7767552906913919414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7767552906913919414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7767552906913919414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-2649353265320621157</id><published>2010-04-11T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:16:15.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time really fly faster than any other thing..&lt;br /&gt;9 month in NS..&lt;br /&gt;In NS I really learn a lot..&lt;br /&gt;I learn what is office politics..&lt;br /&gt;Arrow do fly around in NS..&lt;br /&gt;I learn how a be more organise..&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to work smart..&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to do thing to cover my own ass..&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to wear a mask in fornt of the big shot.&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to obey the rule and regulation..&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to make thing happen..&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to say yes and not no..&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to work more and talk less..&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to interact with someone who I actually don't like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生命短站。。&lt;br /&gt;能活就活。。&lt;br /&gt;能爱就爱。。&lt;br /&gt;要敢爱敢恨。。&lt;br /&gt;今天不知明天事。。&lt;br /&gt;明天不知后天事。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱没有天长地久。。&lt;br /&gt;爱只有负出多不多。。&lt;br /&gt;负出多也不代表会有回报。。&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own personal view of life..&lt;br /&gt;Sound sad but this is what i realise out of my own life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-2649353265320621157?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/2649353265320621157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>3 week in SI ( Signal Institute).&lt;br /&gt;Life is just like studying poly..&lt;br /&gt;A lot of thing I learn before in poly..&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday there is PT ( Physical Trainning)..&lt;br /&gt;Every Wednesday night will be a night out day..&lt;br /&gt;Went out with bunkmate to eat..&lt;br /&gt;Talk about bunkmate..&lt;br /&gt;They were nice, easygoing..&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of fun together in the bunk..&lt;br /&gt;But one by one they start to fall out to see MO ( Medic )..&lt;br /&gt;At the start only one guy from C coy in bmtc fall out because of his injury leg..&lt;br /&gt;After that another two guy..&lt;br /&gt;one from U coy and one from Z coy..&lt;br /&gt;Z Coy guy got excuse of RMJ (Running, Marching and Jumping) for around 1 month..&lt;br /&gt;And he also don't need to wear boot until his special boot sole was given to him..&lt;br /&gt;The guy from U coy also got excuse RMJ for 2 month..&lt;br /&gt;During this week PT another guy from T Coy injury his ankle..&lt;br /&gt;and he was also excuse from RMJ for 10 day..&lt;br /&gt;Today just have my 8km route march.&lt;br /&gt;The march was damn easy..&lt;br /&gt;Cause the platoon in front of us marched very slow..&lt;br /&gt;My platoon were like walking around SI..&lt;br /&gt;We walk until 4km..&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant say the first 4 of us marched too fast and he ask us to move to the back..&lt;br /&gt;At the back we start to play and joke around..&lt;br /&gt;and we leave a very big gap for the platoon behind us to catch up..&lt;br /&gt;One of my buddy still can run to the front scout to just tap on the sergeant shoulder and run back..&lt;br /&gt;After the march he got punish for it..&lt;br /&gt;Heard from one of the 1st sergeant..&lt;br /&gt;Level 4 sispec bunk got ghost story..&lt;br /&gt;It is like this..&lt;br /&gt;That very night one of the sispec trainee cupboard start to rockby itself.&lt;br /&gt;another one is someone from the same bunk saw a dark figure sitting next to his buddy bed looking at his buddy in the middle of the night..&lt;br /&gt;Level 6 sispec bunk..&lt;br /&gt;It was just like a normal night..&lt;br /&gt;this group of sispec trainee sitting at their bad talking and laughing..&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly one of the guy shouted to ask everyone to shut up and go to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;They see the time, it is time to light off and go to bed so they went to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;the next day morning that guy then told them that yesterday night he saw a dark figure flying pass their bunk.&lt;br /&gt;Another story from level 6..&lt;br /&gt;One guy reported seeing a dark figure sitting next to his buddy bed looking at his buddy and his buddy also say he can feel something looking at him that very night.&lt;br /&gt;but the sergeant of them don't believe it..&lt;br /&gt;so he went to sleep with them that very night..&lt;br /&gt;He was shock to see the thing with his own eye..&lt;br /&gt;After hearing all this story from sergeant..&lt;br /&gt;I was like What The Fuck..&lt;br /&gt;Some of the story just happen at the level I am sleeping at..&lt;br /&gt;4 more week to go..&lt;br /&gt;and I will be posted to other signal unit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8097262618788419976?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8097262618788419976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=8097262618788419976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8097262618788419976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8097262618788419976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-week-in-si-signal-institute.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-1815315264822344003</id><published>2009-09-11T03:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T04:26:39.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqlfigyjksI/AAAAAAAAAZo/aIP20vQtdNs/s1600-h/7417_137075106295_586456295_3065872_4656501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379936276392940226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqlfigyjksI/AAAAAAAAAZo/aIP20vQtdNs/s400/7417_137075106295_586456295_3065872_4656501_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my whole platoon..&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember everyone in this platoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqlfVT0kFuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dhQnAIMqUPY/s1600-h/7417_137063811295_586456295_3065773_5055897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379936049573402338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqlfVT0kFuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/dhQnAIMqUPY/s400/7417_137063811295_586456295_3065773_5055897_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy here is my Platoon Commander..&lt;br /&gt;He will alway be there for me..&lt;br /&gt;And he encourage me a lot..&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who I one to say sorry to in my BMT life..&lt;br /&gt;He have a high expectation on me..&lt;br /&gt;But I end up disappoint him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqlfHSDGnkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-N32MOyc0A4/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379935808579345986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqlfHSDGnkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-N32MOyc0A4/s400/z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy here is my platoon section 3 sergeant..&lt;br /&gt;He favourite sentence is "you all got study one right, so I don't wish to repeat myself"&lt;br /&gt;From section 3, they say he like Tammy..&lt;br /&gt;And some say he is a guy..&lt;br /&gt;During out field he will always be the one helping us to dig the hole for us to shit in..&lt;br /&gt;He is really a good sergeant..&lt;br /&gt;He don't punish anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqle7F2XXxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XW1geUTy07M/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379935599146262290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqle7F2XXxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XW1geUTy07M/s400/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqle6-pTrfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/p6C9aKLROpk/s1600-h/9234_164970869008_789209008_3509858_6488206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379935597212446194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqle6-pTrfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/p6C9aKLROpk/s400/9234_164970869008_789209008_3509858_6488206_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Malay guy on top is my platoon station 1 sergeant..&lt;br /&gt;He is a very good guy..&lt;br /&gt;He train his station man very hard..&lt;br /&gt;He will not scold me for nothing..&lt;br /&gt;The only time I got punish by him is when the whole platoon late for 20 min..&lt;br /&gt;He ask us to do 80 push up and 40 count of 4 of jumping jack..&lt;br /&gt;And he is going to ORD soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqleWVviaFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/O0sJiSoO6y0/s1600-h/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379934967757432914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqleWVviaFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/O0sJiSoO6y0/s400/n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqleQ7Y8ewI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rbe1xLK5RVU/s1600-h/7417_137063806295_586456295_3065772_2994616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379934874784004866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqleQ7Y8ewI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rbe1xLK5RVU/s400/7417_137063806295_586456295_3065772_2994616_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the my platoon section 4's sergeant..&lt;br /&gt;He will be very nice to me when we meet his standard..&lt;br /&gt;When he in bad mood don't talk to him, he will kill..&lt;br /&gt;And I like his smile, it will make the day nice..&lt;br /&gt;One thing he don't like route march..&lt;br /&gt;When ever that is route march he will be either COS or got excuse..&lt;br /&gt;haha..And he is going to be promoted to platoon sergeant in a few day time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqld5j8NNcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vlTsBI-p-bY/s1600-h/j3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379934473352459714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqld5j8NNcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vlTsBI-p-bY/s400/j3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqld5IufzII/AAAAAAAAAYo/gDSmo6cgJhE/s1600-h/j1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379934466047200386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqld5IufzII/AAAAAAAAAYo/gDSmo6cgJhE/s400/j1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqldZcQLs5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/ssKgflovlPg/s1600-h/j2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379933921532949394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqldZcQLs5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/ssKgflovlPg/s400/j2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqldZF-TbMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PjCNZK6Fv7I/s1600-h/j4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379933915552378050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqldZF-TbMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PjCNZK6Fv7I/s400/j4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqldYklCILI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kucDAJMLXw8/s1600-h/j5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379933906588016818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqldYklCILI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kucDAJMLXw8/s400/j5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqldYI6UwgI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LUSwm5tTB_U/s1600-h/j6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379933899161125378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SqldYI6UwgI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LUSwm5tTB_U/s400/j6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how cute my platoon sergeant is..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;He can be very good..&lt;br /&gt;But when come to training,&lt;br /&gt;He will give me a one time good one..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1815315264822344003?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1815315264822344003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1815315264822344003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1815315264822344003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1815315264822344003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-my-whole-platoon.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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/' 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0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqh4NFNCLDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cGxJCNLAtnY/s320/pop+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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; &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;&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;POP lo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey start after 090909..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a jaguar alway a jaguar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So proud to be in jaguar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best company of BMTC school 1..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE ARE THE BEST..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/33889702-3919479111739144702?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3919479111739144702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3919479111739144702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3919479111739144702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3919479111739144702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/09/pop-lo-journey-start-after-090909.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sqh4NTs17qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4tt5LjxsP54/s72-c/pop+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-8408012808107936391</id><published>2009-07-07T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:17:21.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going in NS in 2 day time..&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what will be in NS..&lt;br /&gt;2week cannot come back or maybe 3 week..&lt;br /&gt;Sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8408012808107936391?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8408012808107936391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=8408012808107936391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8408012808107936391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8408012808107936391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-in-ns-in-2-day-time.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-8668867127243349560</id><published>2009-06-21T17:10:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:10:33.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow..&lt;br /&gt;Today quite fun..&lt;br /&gt;Go out with Rc Member..&lt;br /&gt;We went to a few temple, Marina Barrage and Haw Par Villa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the Picture I took at Marina Barrage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sj4DH59ydrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vC3CbWHj6So/s1600-h/Asw007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349716841716676274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sj4DH59ydrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vC3CbWHj6So/s320/Asw007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sj4DHr64AAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/wmPBnKi1pts/s1600-h/Asw009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349716837946359810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sj4DHr64AAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/wmPBnKi1pts/s320/Asw009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&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;&lt;a 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sj4CaxLcvuI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Y0pIcAZryIc/s320/Asw020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is some of the picture I took at Haw Par Villa..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Welcome to the Hell..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Hell journey start here..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sj4BM1Nad7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-_cVBePP6R0/s1600-h/Asw026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349714727316125618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sj4BM1Nad7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-_cVBePP6R0/s320/Asw026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sj38qwEaRGI/AAAAAAAAASY/TnuY2mFaiTM/s1600-h/Asw040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349709743774123106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sj38qwEaRGI/AAAAAAAAASY/TnuY2mFaiTM/s320/Asw040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8668867127243349560?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8668867127243349560/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-8788820787370733967</id><published>2009-06-12T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:17:07.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NER.NAF.OS.SI.EVOL&lt;br /&gt;ESAC.DAS.OWT.TOG.TSUJ&lt;br /&gt;GNIHT.ROOP&lt;br /&gt;MEHT.ROF.DAS.LEEF&lt;br /&gt;MEHT.ROF.EMIT.ON.TUB&lt;br /&gt;ENOEMOS.GNIEES.EKIL.LEEF.T'NOD.TSUJ.KEEW.WEF.SIHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya don't know what the fuck I'm writing then don't read.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8788820787370733967?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8788820787370733967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=8788820787370733967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8788820787370733967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8788820787370733967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/06/ner.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-4106349285321546708</id><published>2009-05-29T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:36:52.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sh-P2xOhudI/AAAAAAAAARI/7d7G9SS7JrE/s1600-h/1218116567-world-first-japanese-scientists-create-transgenic-monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341145854174673362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sh-P2xOhudI/AAAAAAAAARI/7d7G9SS7JrE/s320/1218116567-world-first-japanese-scientists-create-transgenic-monkeys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a controversial achievement, Japanese scientists announced on Wednesday they had created the world's first transgenic primates, breeding monkeys with a gene that made the animals' skin glow a fluorescent green.The exploit opens up exciting prospects for medical researchers, they said.&lt;br /&gt;It could eventually lead to lab monkeys that replicate some of humanity's most devastating diseases, providing a new model for exploring how these disorders are caused and how they may be cured.&lt;br /&gt;"Great advances in pre-clinical research can be expected using these models," the team said.&lt;br /&gt;But other voices warned of a potential ethics storm, brewed by fears that technology used on our closest animal relatives could be turned to create genetically-engineered humans.&lt;br /&gt;In a study published in the British journal Nature, a team led by Erika Sasaki of the Central Institute for Experimental Animals at Keio University reported on experiments on common marmosets (Callithrix jacchus), a small monkey native to Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;They introduced a foreign gene, tucked inside a virus, into marmoset embryos that were then nurtured in a bath of sucrose.&lt;br /&gt;The gene codes for green fluorescent protein (GFP), a substance that was originally isolated from a jellyfish and is now commonly used as a biotech marker. An animal tagged with GFP glows green when exposed to ultraviolet light, proving that a key gene sequence has been switched on.&lt;br /&gt;The transgenic embryos were then implanted in the uterus of seven surrogate mother marmosets.&lt;br /&gt;Three of recipients miscarried. The other four gave birth to five offspring, all of which carried the GFP gene.&lt;br /&gt;In two of these five, the GFP gene had been incorporated into the reproductive cells. A second generation of marmosets was then derived from one of the two.&lt;br /&gt;The work is important, because medical researchers have hankered for an animal model that is closer to the human anatomy than rodents.&lt;br /&gt;Mice and rats, genetically engineered to have the symptoms of certain human diseases, are the mainstay of pre-clinical lab work, in which scientists test their theories before trying out any outcome on human volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;But many disorders, especially neurological diseases such as Alzheimer's and Parkinson's, are so complex that they cannot be reproduced meaningfully in rodents because their biology is different.&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for a non-human primate model have until now been dashed by the failure to insert a gene into a monkey's sperm and eggs -- the "germline" that ensures that the inserted DNA is passed on to future generations rather than lost.&lt;br /&gt;The first genetically-modified monkey was born in 2000. Known as ANDi (the initials of "Inserted DNA," spelt backwards), the rhesus carried the GFP gene but not in its reproductive cells.&lt;br /&gt;The latest exploit thus opens up hopes of eventually breeding colonies of transgenic primates with inherited traits that closely replicate human disease.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the first case ever established in the world that an introduced gene was successfully inherited (by) the next generation in primates," the researchers said in a press relase.&lt;br /&gt;Future plans include creating transgenic marmosets that replicate human diseases such as Parkinson's and amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.&lt;br /&gt;In a commentary also published by Nature, Gerald Schatten and Shoukhrat Mitalipov, primate research specialists in the US, praised the achievement as "undoubtedly a milestone" but sounded caution.&lt;br /&gt;They said marmosets were not as useful as baboons or rhesus monkeys in replicating some diseases, notably HIV and tuberculosis.&lt;br /&gt;Another question was the random insertion of a foreign gene in the monkey's genetic code. This may have caused some of the miscarriages and, if previous research is a guide, could unleash cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Scientists also have to address legitimate public concern about animal welfare and the need for "realistic policies" to prevent genetically-engineered babies, they warned.&lt;br /&gt;"There are many unanswered questions," Helen Wallace, of GeneWatch UK, a British NGO that monitors the ethics of gene research, told AFP.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a big step from making a fluorescent green marmoset to making a marmoset that replicates a human disease, it's a much more complicated thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;"There's also a very important ethical debate, firstly about the animals themselves and secondly about what this might lead to in the future, whether it might be ethically justified to genetically engineer humans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Human really is something that need to be destory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Creating lot of new thing that will harm the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and try to make new animal by mix two different animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sad for the monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-4106349285321546708?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/4106349285321546708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=4106349285321546708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/4106349285321546708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/4106349285321546708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-controversial-achievement-japanese.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/Sh-P2xOhudI/AAAAAAAAARI/7d7G9SS7JrE/s72-c/1218116567-world-first-japanese-scientists-create-transgenic-monkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-7039815520848704158</id><published>2009-05-20T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:13:00.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;蔡依林- 妥協&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9G-OH_ipk1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9G-OH_ipk1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;蔡依林- 妥協 Lyric&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你总爱编织谎言&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我负责配合表演&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有改变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只为了进入你的世界&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这情节 重复了一百遍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才发现 是你的心太远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你划定楚河汉界&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不敢请你犯规&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有时间&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都是先给了你优先权&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不自觉 爱到不敢冒险&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;成了你的傀儡一年两年&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才看见我有多狼狈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱到妥协 到头来还视无见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抱着你 不让你背&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是不断重演 我好累&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱到妥协 犹豫抱歉不时在出现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;越想退后一点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我躲在我的世界&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你只是害怕一个人睡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想在为你掉泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我了解 不会再仍在徘徊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始自己的明天&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7039815520848704158?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7039815520848704158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7039815520848704158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7039815520848704158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7039815520848704158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/05/lyric.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-8113003263347694922</id><published>2009-05-18T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:03:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/ShFqmeF1ZqI/AAAAAAAAARA/JytcSrU9LXE/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337164242555856546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/ShFqmeF1ZqI/AAAAAAAAARA/JytcSrU9LXE/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show Luo, badly affected by the recent "online dating scandal", got emotional and cried when he was hosting a variety show on Wednesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a Hong Kong netizen named "Fanny" exposed her online relationship with the celebrity, three other female models also claimed that the latter had taken the initiative in befriending them, resulting in a series of reports that portrayed Luo as an "online player". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agitated by the scandal, Luo broke down when he spoke of this scandal on the variety show he was hosting.&lt;br /&gt;According to him, he was just making friends sincerely and did not understand why he was portrayed as a "player". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Taiwanese media reported the scandal at great length and netizens criticized him for creating an illusive healthy image as a fae of his true self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luo has denied all accusations.&lt;br /&gt;"I am who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell jokes and sometimes dirty ones but all just for show effect."&lt;br /&gt;Luo described himself as a tenacious cockroach that will never be defeated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am a cockroach, never beaten. If someone is out to bring me down, I'll have to apologize to you. You can't do it. I am unbeatable."&lt;br /&gt;This was seen as a provocative statement targeted at the media, Luo's manager clarified that the artiste was just annoyed with the media for magnifying the most insignificant matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was overly depressed with the negative press but never meant to offend the reporters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8113003263347694922?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8113003263347694922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=8113003263347694922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8113003263347694922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8113003263347694922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/05/show-luo-badly-affected-by-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/ShFqmeF1ZqI/AAAAAAAAARA/JytcSrU9LXE/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-6131851926961403354</id><published>2009-05-17T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:06:42.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently read about Luo Zhi Xiang's News.&lt;br /&gt;He was like a poor thing trying to make new friend,&lt;br /&gt;but yet being betray by the girl.&lt;br /&gt;He say he was sorry about what have happen.&lt;br /&gt;But he just want to make friend.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Another Reporter more fcuk up.&lt;br /&gt;Luo Zhi Xiang is so poor thing already yet he go write more bad thing about him.&lt;br /&gt;and what the reporter say is not true.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;Say about this thing until he cry.&lt;br /&gt;He must be really hurt by this incident.&lt;br /&gt;Please la.&lt;br /&gt;He JUST WANT TO MAKE FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;Why say until he like a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Luo Zhi Xiang.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind man.&lt;br /&gt;I believe all your fan will know how you feel and still support you till the end.&lt;br /&gt;Sing more nice song.&lt;br /&gt;I really like you song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6131851926961403354?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-5624361462976035909</id><published>2009-05-15T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:58:56.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;張芸京-黑裙子&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSnrX6krdBY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSnrX6krdBY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5624361462976035909?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/5624361462976035909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=5624361462976035909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5624361462976035909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5624361462976035909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6303359967751803215</id><published>2009-05-08T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:25:54.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;我知道&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n96NZwX9rK4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n96NZwX9rK4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6303359967751803215?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6303359967751803215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6303359967751803215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6303359967751803215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6303359967751803215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-2077092177235844492</id><published>2009-04-28T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:14:42.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NS soon..&lt;br /&gt;09/07/2009 I will alway remember this date..&lt;br /&gt;Don't know should be happy or sad..&lt;br /&gt;Very confuse feeling..&lt;br /&gt;Happy - faster start faster end..&lt;br /&gt;Excited - It is another new journey..&lt;br /&gt;Scare - Don't Know can handle the life in there..&lt;br /&gt;Sad - It will be a hell 2 year for me..&lt;br /&gt;Think of it all man got to go through it..&lt;br /&gt;Just pray hard that life in there will be a smooth 2 year..&lt;br /&gt;Heard a lot on NS life..&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of exciting thing and also a lot of hard thing..&lt;br /&gt;I will sure miss a lot of outside life thing..&lt;br /&gt;1st thing I will miss is the time with my two close buddy..&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing I will miss is the fishes that I take care for more than 8 year..&lt;br /&gt;3rd thing i will miss is KFC, Coke, Beer, TV, Music and time spend in RC..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-2077092177235844492?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/2077092177235844492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=2077092177235844492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/2077092177235844492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/2077092177235844492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/04/ns-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-5322573628797077525</id><published>2009-04-11T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:06:18.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So long never post anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this few day..&lt;br /&gt;Everything just don't seen to be right..&lt;br /&gt;Don't have the mood to do anything..&lt;br /&gt;Even meeting out my buddy to drink, lan or chat..&lt;br /&gt;Just feel like slacking at home to rot..&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;Whole body like not in working condition..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-33889702.post-1640653216577233417</id><published>2009-03-18T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:25:16.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;羅志祥-幸福不滅&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ID_naxB8mAc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ID_naxB8mAc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;沒原因 就是喜歡妳&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;在初次相遇 又重逢的心情&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;深呼吸 讓心動隱形&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;完美的愛情 是無聲的旋律&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;聽 我聽妳不確定的語氣&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;等 我等妳放下妳的憂鬱&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;嘿 如果你輕輕閉上眼睛&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我會明白妳做的決定&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cause i believe 那幸福不滅的定律&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;在你手心 會有誰誰給你的美麗&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;緊張痕跡 就讓我的心安靜地守著妳&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;祝福不用回憶&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;沒原因 就是喜歡你&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;就像海全面 天空般的心情&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;妳靜靜 看著妳背影&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;就足夠時間&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;無條件的放棄&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;妳 如果妳愛上他的心靈&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;愛 如果已沒有我的空隙&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;嘿 只有妳可以用點開心&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我會情願漸漸被忘記&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cause i believe 那幸福不滅的定律&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;在你手心 會有誰誰給妳的美麗&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;緊張痕跡 就讓我的心安靜地守著妳&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;把祝福送給妳&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh i believe&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cause i believe 那幸福不滅的定律&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;妳的手心 不一定要由我握&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;就像恆星 總會有發光的原因&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh i believe&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;妳值得被珍惜&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;也值得我放棄&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1640653216577233417?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1640653216577233417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1640653216577233417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1640653216577233417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1640653216577233417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-i-believe-cause-i-believe-oh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6638425828345882319</id><published>2009-03-15T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:08:49.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;羅志祥 - 搞笑&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhh7WKfFF-0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhh7WKfFF-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;那一條牙膏 在對我傻笑&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;嘲笑我永遠用不掉&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;想睡就睡 想鬧就鬧&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;好快樂少了人嘮叨&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;藍色的碗盤 多買了一套&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我忘了沒有人陪我通宵&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;要多少替代的丑角 無辜的陪笑&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;才會讓我能真的忘了你的好&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我在搞笑 藉著熱鬧 掩蓋著心跳邊哭邊笑 &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;偏要說著一個人真好&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;當人群散了 突然覺得我可以死掉&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我受不了&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;還在搞笑 害怕回家 不知怎麼熬&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;這麼多年 早就習慣 有妳的撒嬌&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我想我能熬 但是至少要讓我知道&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;妳好不好&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我們的小狗 食量變好&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;小眼神裡常常顯的無聊&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;他習慣睡覺的床位 少了一雙腳&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;所以他常常看著門口睡不著&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我在搞笑 藉著熱鬧 掩蓋著心跳&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;邊哭邊笑 偏要說著一個人真好&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;當人群散了 突然覺得我可以死掉&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我受不了 &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我在搞笑 卻在最後 眼淚拼命掉&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;妳的離開 失去多少 我計算不了&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;忙完了一天　突然覺得又何必辛勞 &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;對誰炫耀&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;還在搞笑 是否擁有 麻痺的療效&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;唱一夜歌 卻避不開 催淚的曲調&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;我徹夜胡鬧 希望聽到有人會提到 你好不好&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6638425828345882319?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6638425828345882319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6638425828345882319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6638425828345882319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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having to face the problem again..&lt;br /&gt;Losing friend is really very hard to recover..&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to happen again..&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't want to bond back..&lt;br /&gt;What I am afraid of is what if it break again..&lt;br /&gt;Say is easy..&lt;br /&gt;Just like what I say to yang..&lt;br /&gt;"Want bond back then bond back lo"&lt;br /&gt;"Why think so much"&lt;br /&gt;"It only kill more brain cell"&lt;br /&gt;"Might as well use the brain cell to think of other thing"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't want bond back then let it be lo"&lt;br /&gt;"Life still have to carry on"&lt;br /&gt;Sometime think of it what Yang say make sense..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-205107402249028460?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/205107402249028460/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weight again..&lt;br /&gt;just in a day..&lt;br /&gt;What the hell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-144638957758944315?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/144638957758944315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=144638957758944315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/144638957758944315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/144638957758944315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight-again.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-3806711785357474626</id><published>2009-03-11T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:31:48.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every one have their stress..&lt;br /&gt;so don't put more stress on other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3806711785357474626?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3806711785357474626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopefully your choice is the right choice..&lt;br /&gt;Sometime being single have it good point..&lt;br /&gt;So don't think too much..&lt;br /&gt;You have to be independence..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-603193570534436506?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/603193570534436506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=603193570534436506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/603193570534436506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/603193570534436506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/02/hopefully-your-choice-is-right-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-5559147429258751779</id><published>2009-02-21T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:16:12.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What ever you want..&lt;br /&gt;Just move on..&lt;br /&gt;don't ask for my opinion..&lt;br /&gt;I got no comment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5559147429258751779?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-3252638714998514266</id><published>2009-02-18T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:41:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it true that Loving someone must everyday, everytime, every second saw him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Just don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;Why must alway stick together?&lt;br /&gt;Why alway gather together your another half will come along?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just come out alone?&lt;br /&gt;Like I will eat you away?&lt;br /&gt;If really scare then don't organise a gathering..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ass..&lt;br /&gt;No time then just let me be..&lt;br /&gt;Why care about me..&lt;br /&gt;Just carry on your life with your another half..&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to care about me one..&lt;br /&gt;Later your another half will hate me for having you such a long time..&lt;br /&gt;I really have enough of it from my other group of friend liao..&lt;br /&gt;Just don't gather for the sake of gather..&lt;br /&gt;!#%$%$^%&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3252638714998514266?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3252638714998514266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3252638714998514266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3252638714998514266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3252638714998514266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-true-that-loving-someone-must.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-8741387115801833635</id><published>2009-02-05T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:44:08.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Counting down : 7 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;INCLUDING TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8741387115801833635?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8741387115801833635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=8741387115801833635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8741387115801833635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8741387115801833635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/02/counting-down-7-more-working-day.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-3052276649798986901</id><published>2009-02-04T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:35:59.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Counting down : 8 more working day to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;INCLUDING TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3052276649798986901?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3052276649798986901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Counting down : 10 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Counting down : 1 more working day to Chinese New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today Last day of work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After today will be a long holiday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8240497474837625940?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8240497474837625940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=8240497474837625940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8240497474837625940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8240497474837625940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/01/counting-down-11-more-working-day.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-212206774491709503</id><published>2009-01-20T09:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:28:42.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 13 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Counting down : 4 more working day to Chinese New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-212206774491709503?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Counting down : 6 more Working day to Chinese new year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7876571040869326191?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7876571040869326191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7876571040869326191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7876571040869326191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7876571040869326191'/><link rel='alternate' 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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-33889702.post-1770287627103495105</id><published>2009-01-13T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:03:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 17 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1770287627103495105?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1770287627103495105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1770287627103495105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1770287627103495105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1770287627103495105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/01/counting-down-17-more-working-day.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-5455161209661139429</id><published>2009-01-09T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:09:59.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yahoo..&lt;br /&gt;Weekend coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 19 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Excluding Today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5455161209661139429?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/5455161209661139429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=5455161209661139429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5455161209661139429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5455161209661139429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/01/yahoo.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6619033599146733898</id><published>2009-01-08T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:12:47.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 20 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6619033599146733898?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6619033599146733898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6619033599146733898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6619033599146733898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6619033599146733898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/01/counting-down-21-more-working-day.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-2041991003455213058</id><published>2009-01-07T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:17:07.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 21 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-2041991003455213058?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/2041991003455213058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=2041991003455213058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/2041991003455213058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/2041991003455213058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/01/counting-down-21-more-working-day_07.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-7020183560587977321</id><published>2009-01-06T08:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:59:35.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a nice day..&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything will be fine today..&lt;br /&gt;Find attachment more and more fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting Down : 22 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7020183560587977321?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7020183560587977321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7020183560587977321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7020183560587977321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7020183560587977321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-3381160701119865080</id><published>2009-01-05T09:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:18:48.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long Holiday end..&lt;br /&gt;Today same thing agian..&lt;br /&gt;wake up in the morning to work..&lt;br /&gt;What a life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 23 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3381160701119865080?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3381160701119865080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3381160701119865080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3381160701119865080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3381160701119865080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-holiday-end.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-9097836288123905732</id><published>2008-12-23T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:07:30.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excited..&lt;br /&gt;1st time in my attachment life i feel so excited..&lt;br /&gt;Long holiday coming..&lt;br /&gt;after today will be a long holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 24 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-9097836288123905732?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/9097836288123905732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=9097836288123905732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/9097836288123905732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/9097836288123905732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/excited.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6238944693212672489</id><published>2008-12-22T09:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:13:02.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today..&lt;br /&gt;Boring..&lt;br /&gt;same as usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 25 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6238944693212672489?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6238944693212672489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6238944693212672489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6238944693212672489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6238944693212672489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/today.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-1254865911378402028</id><published>2008-12-18T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:26:24.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today late..&lt;br /&gt;same boring..&lt;br /&gt;life is suck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 27 more working day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1254865911378402028?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1254865911378402028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1254865911378402028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1254865911378402028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1254865911378402028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-late.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-3165667532527740111</id><published>2008-12-17T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:03:38.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring life..&lt;br /&gt;Today same..&lt;br /&gt;no mood..&lt;br /&gt;very sleepy too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 28 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3165667532527740111?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3165667532527740111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3165667532527740111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3165667532527740111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3165667532527740111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-life.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-8074405437002933903</id><published>2008-12-16T08:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:00:09.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today very sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night do a lot of RC thing..&lt;br /&gt;Very late then sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully today time will fly fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 29 more working day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8074405437002933903?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8074405437002933903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=8074405437002933903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8074405437002933903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8074405437002933903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-very-sleepy_16.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-5657857795381505967</id><published>2008-12-15T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:11:05.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a cold monday blue..&lt;br /&gt;very cold..&lt;br /&gt;Working again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down : 30 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5657857795381505967?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/5657857795381505967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=5657857795381505967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5657857795381505967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5657857795381505967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-cold-monday-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6114546696920007412</id><published>2008-12-12T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:20:24.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No racist here..no religonism or anything to be comment on ok?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A VERY INTERESTING LECTURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the Problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY.&lt;br /&gt;He asked one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : So, you Believe in GOD ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Absolutely, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Is GOD Good ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?&lt;/span&gt; (Student was silent )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, Young Fella. Is GOD Good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Is Satan good ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Where does Satan come from ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : From . . . GOD . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : So who created evil ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student did not answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : So, who Created them ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student had no answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observethe World around you. Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : No, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : No , sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Yet you still Believe in HIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Yes,Faith. And that is the Problem Science has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as Cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : No, sir. There isn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't goany further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the Absence of Something You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . . But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its calledDarkness, isn't it? In reality, Darkness isn't. If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : Flawed ? Can you explain how? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GODand a Bad GOD. You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, somethingwe can measure. Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought. It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fullyunderstood either one. To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolvedfrom a Monkey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument was going ) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor, Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Class was in Uproar )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Class broke out into Laughter )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . . No one appears to have done so. So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that You have No Brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Professor : I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Student : That is it sir . . . Exactly ! The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH. That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6114546696920007412?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6114546696920007412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6114546696920007412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6114546696920007412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6114546696920007412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-racist-here.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-87476635692557518</id><published>2008-12-12T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:06:22.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today again saw Joe..&lt;br /&gt;In bus chit chat again..&lt;br /&gt;after today will be another 2 day relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach company saw a Ferrai park at carpark lot..&lt;br /&gt;Think who would it be to drive a Ferrai to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Counting down : 31 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-87476635692557518?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/87476635692557518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=87476635692557518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/87476635692557518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/87476635692557518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-again-saw-joe.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-1592227922416159102</id><published>2008-12-11T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:15:37.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today wake up a bit late..&lt;br /&gt;If not Joe call I think I will not wake up..&lt;br /&gt;Reach at 910am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Counting down: 32 more working day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-33889702.post-5336681077704796211</id><published>2008-12-10T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:22:03.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today in bus..&lt;br /&gt;agian saw that pretty babe..&lt;br /&gt;again chit chat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting work again..&lt;br /&gt;Boring life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What an engineer life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down: 33 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EXCLUDING TODAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-4604834615465417631</id><published>2008-12-10T09:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:18:43.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CLASS TIME . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was very noisy just now because there wasn't any teacher,&lt;br /&gt;but now everyone suddenly turned quiet.&lt;br /&gt;That is because the fiercest teacher in the school had entered the class.&lt;br /&gt;Her face is as fierce as a lion which will bite anyone's head off if offended...&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna know more....&lt;br /&gt;follow the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Students: Good morning , teacher .&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : (shouting) Why is it only good morning ? What about afternoon and night ?&lt;br /&gt;Students : Good morning, afternoon and night teacher !!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : That is unacceptable ! It is too long . Just wish me best regards for my whole day! That is much better as it is easier and full of meaning. And that greeting can also be used for all times .&lt;br /&gt;Students : Best regards teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : That's better, sit down! Listen today I,m going to test you all on words that have the opposite meaning. When I say a sentence or word, all of you must answer quickly the opposite meaning to the words, understand?&lt;br /&gt;Students: Understood teacher !&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : I do not want any disturbance .&lt;br /&gt;Students : (silence)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Clever!&lt;br /&gt;Students : Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : High!&lt;br /&gt;Students : Low!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Popular!&lt;br /&gt;Students: Calafare!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Students: Correct!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Students : Clever!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : No!&lt;br /&gt;Students: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Oh God!&lt;br /&gt;Students : Oh Slave!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Listen to this!&lt;br /&gt;Students: Listen to that!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Quiet!&lt;br /&gt;Students: Noisy!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : That's not a question, stupid !!&lt;br /&gt;Students: This is an answer, clever!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : I'm dead!&lt;br /&gt;Students: We're alive!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : I'm lazy to teach!&lt;br /&gt;Students : We are hardworking to learn!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Enough! Enough!&lt;br /&gt;Students : More! More!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Stop! Stop!&lt;br /&gt;Students : Start! Start!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Why are you people so stupid?!&lt;br /&gt;Students : Because I am someone clever!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Lack manners!&lt;br /&gt;Students: Taught enough!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : O.K. Lesson has ended!&lt;br /&gt;Students: K.O. Lesson has not started!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Enough, stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Students: Not yet, clever!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Stand up!&lt;br /&gt;Students: Sit down!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : I said CALAFARE was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Students: We said POPULAR was correct!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : You people are dumb!&lt;br /&gt;Students: We are gifted!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : All of you must stay back this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;Students : Released tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : (Keep quiet, gather her books and went out)..&lt;br /&gt;And this is how the lesson end..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-4604834615465417631?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/4604834615465417631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=4604834615465417631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/4604834615465417631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/4604834615465417631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/class-time.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-5126181073925393838</id><published>2008-12-09T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:55:53.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 recruits - Chinese, Malay &amp;amp; Indian are at the army supply base to collect underwear.&lt;br /&gt;The sergeant was there to aid the supplies.&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant: Hei Ah Beng! How many underwear you need ah?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: (thinks a while) 7 sasen(sergeant)!&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant: (puzzled) How come so many?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Beng: Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sat &amp;amp; Sun. One day one.&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant: (Malay recruit) Eh Mat! How many underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Mat: (without hesitation) 6 sargen!&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant: (curious) How come six?&lt;br /&gt;Mat: Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Sat &amp;amp; Sun. Friday I wear sarong.&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant: (Indian recruit) Dei Tambi. How many underwears dah dei?&lt;br /&gt;Tambi: (very confidently) 12 Sarjen !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant: (shocked &amp;amp; fell to the ground) Why you need so many for?&lt;br /&gt;Tambi: January, February, March.....One month one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5126181073925393838?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/5126181073925393838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=5126181073925393838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5126181073925393838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5126181073925393838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-recruits-chinese-malay-indian-are-at.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-7381492462602916471</id><published>2008-12-09T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caller : Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan (anyone)?&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;Caller : No, I want to speak to Annie Wan (anyone)!&lt;br /&gt;Operator : You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I'm Sam Wan (Someone). And I need to talk to Annie Wan (anyone)! It's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan (anyone) that our brother Noel Wan (no one)has involved in an accident. Noel Wan (no one)got injured and now Noel Wan (no one) is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan (everyone) is on his way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;Caller : You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I'm Saw Lee (Sorry).&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!!&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I'm Saw Lee (Sorry).&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I know you are sorry, you don't have to say it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7381492462602916471?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7381492462602916471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7381492462602916471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7381492462602916471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7381492462602916471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/caller-hello-can-i-speak-to-annie-wan.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-3032644333948036388</id><published>2008-12-09T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:45:32.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl: "Forgive me father for I have sinned."&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "What have you done my child?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "I called a man a son of a btch."&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "Why did you call him a son of a btch?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Because he touched my hand."&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "Like this?" (as he touches her hand)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Yes father."&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "That's no reason to call a man a son of a btch."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Then he touched my breast."&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "Like this?" (as he touched her breast)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Yes father."&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a btch."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Then he took off my clothes, father."&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "Like this?" (as he takes off her clothes)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Yes father."&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a btch."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where."&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "Like this?" (as he stuck his you know what into her you know where)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "YES FATHER, YES FATHER, YES FATHER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Priest: (after a few minutes): "That's no reason to call him a son of a btch."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "But father he had AIDS!"&lt;br /&gt;Priest: "THAT SON OF A BTCH!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3032644333948036388?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3032644333948036388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3032644333948036388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3032644333948036388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3032644333948036388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/girl-forgive-me-father-for-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-5726104791778340012</id><published>2008-12-09T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:09:44.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today in bus..&lt;br /&gt;Get to know a pretty babe..&lt;br /&gt;actually intend to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;but end up talking to one of the babe..&lt;br /&gt;she also work near my working area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What a life??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wake up only then work already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The holiday life is go so fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Counting down: 34 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5726104791778340012?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/5726104791778340012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=5726104791778340012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Counting down: 35 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1861938795883080444?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1861938795883080444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1861938795883080444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1861938795883080444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1861938795883080444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-stomach-not-feeling-well.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-3223389609069953905</id><published>2008-12-04T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:03:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today very sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;and a bit no mood to work..&lt;br /&gt;but still have to go work..&lt;br /&gt;nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;2 more day and is another 3 day off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What the point of have an attachment??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down: 36 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3223389609069953905?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3223389609069953905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3223389609069953905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3223389609069953905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3223389609069953905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-very-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-52188070286609721</id><published>2008-12-03T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:06:02.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday Boss ask me to do a test report..&lt;br /&gt;and have to submit by end of today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually very early will be in office one..&lt;br /&gt;but today don't know what happen he not in..&lt;br /&gt;Something is not right..&lt;br /&gt;my another working partner to today also haven't saw him..&lt;br /&gt;he more worst computer also haven't on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a busy day..&lt;br /&gt;got to rush out the test report to submit to him by end of today..&lt;br /&gt;which is 615pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time fly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Counting down: 37 more working day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-52188070286609721?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/52188070286609721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=52188070286609721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/52188070286609721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/52188070286609721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-boss-ask-me-to-do-test-report.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-252675966940172524</id><published>2008-12-02T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:07:12.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manchester United winger Cristiano Ronaldo won the European Footballer of the Year Award here on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 23-year-old Portuguese star is the first from his country to win the coveted ' Ballon D'Or ' award which is given by 'France Football' since Luis Figo in 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His award - which he has widely spoken about having said in the last week that not only is he the best footballer in the world but also the second and third best - comes on the back of exceptional performance for his club side last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scored a remarkable 42 times in 49 matches as United secured a memorable league and European Cup double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Spaniard Fernando Torres can feel hard done by as he scored a lot of great goals for Liverpool in the Premiership and the only goal in the Euro 2008 final against Germany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-252675966940172524?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-7899238418112739920</id><published>2008-12-02T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:55:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything was as usaul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30am- wake up..&lt;br /&gt;8.40am- reach work place..&lt;br /&gt;9am- start work..&lt;br /&gt;12pm- lunch break..&lt;br /&gt;6pm- prepare to go home..&lt;br /&gt;6.15pm- take bus go home..&lt;br /&gt;7.40pm- reach home..&lt;br /&gt;8.15pm- running..&lt;br /&gt;9pm- eat dinner..&lt;br /&gt;10pm- sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday the cycle go round and round..&lt;br /&gt;What a life..&lt;br /&gt;Only weekend can stay at home slack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I comfirm I will not work as an Engineer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Life as an Engineer is suck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down: 38 more more day to go.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7899238418112739920?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7899238418112739920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7899238418112739920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7899238418112739920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7899238418112739920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/12/everything-was-as-usaul.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6269222747776819615</id><published>2008-11-30T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:43:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing to post..&lt;br /&gt;Ghost story time again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story start..&lt;br /&gt;It was a very cold and windy night..&lt;br /&gt;John was alone at home..&lt;br /&gt;He was listening to the radio..&lt;br /&gt;And it was boardcasting Ghost story..&lt;br /&gt;about Ghost like to make phone call in the middle of the night..&lt;br /&gt;Half way through..&lt;br /&gt;His house phone ring..&lt;br /&gt;"Ring! Ring!"&lt;br /&gt;He was shock..&lt;br /&gt;He went to pick up the phone call..&lt;br /&gt;He say "hello! who that?"&lt;br /&gt;Noone reply..&lt;br /&gt;Then he realize his phone does not has wire..&lt;br /&gt;He was more scare..&lt;br /&gt;How come no wire the phone still can ring?&lt;br /&gt;He throw the phone on the ground and run to his bedroom..&lt;br /&gt;cover himself with blanket..&lt;br /&gt;while he is doing it..&lt;br /&gt;then he realize all the while his house phone is wireless..&lt;br /&gt;What a joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The moral of this story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't alway think that ghost story is alway scary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Counting down: 40 more working day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6269222747776819615?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6269222747776819615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6269222747776819615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6269222747776819615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6269222747776819615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-1933054189230211008</id><published>2008-11-29T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:46:17.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The problems with GUYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you TREAT him nicely, he says you are IN LOVE with him.&lt;br /&gt;If you Don't, he says you are PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you DRESS Nicely, he says you are trying to LURE him.&lt;br /&gt;If you Don't, he says you are from KAMPUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ARGUE with him, he says you are STUBBORN.&lt;br /&gt;If you keep QUIET, he says you have no BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are SMARTER than him, he'll lose FACE.&lt;br /&gt;If he's Smarter than you, he is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't Love him, he tries to POSSESS you.&lt;br /&gt;If you Love him, he will try to LEAVE you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't make love with him., he says you don't Love him.&lt;br /&gt;If you do!! he says you are CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tell him your PROBLEM, he says you are TROUBLESOME.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, he says that you don't TRUST him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you SCOLD him, you are like a NANNY to him.&lt;br /&gt;If he SCOLDS you, it is because he CARES for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you BREAK your PROMISE, you Cannot be TRUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;If he BREAKS his, he is FORCED to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you SMOKE, you are BAD girl.&lt;br /&gt;If he SMOKES, he is GENTLEMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do WELL in your exams, he says it's LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;If he does WELL, it's BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you HURT him, you are CRUEL.&lt;br /&gt;If he HURTS you, you are too SENSITIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HARD TO PLEASE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you girl really think we are so hard to please??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Counting down: 40 day more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1933054189230211008?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1933054189230211008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1933054189230211008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1933054189230211008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1933054189230211008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/problems-with-guys-if-u-treat-him.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-8218579377702027614</id><published>2008-11-27T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:06:59.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Talking too much about 'me, me, me'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the number one terror dates on guys' list are women who talk non-stop about themselves - their interests, their work, their dreams, their vacation, their shopping. Women who hog the conversation are not only displaying impoliteness and lack of consideration, but are also ultimate bores - who really cares about your latest handbag spree or your blotched hair perm job 2 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Asking too personal questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scaring your date with inappropriate questions? As crazy as it might sound, some women actually start asking questions like "When do you plan on getting married?" or "How many women have you slept with?" on the first date. Questions of a personal nature can embarrass the guy and put him in a spot. Stop interrogating him like a felon and stick to more general questions, such as his interests instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Being a picky eater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless your date is on a diet himself (and most guys aren't), he won't understand what your fussing about food is all about. Every man likes a woman with a hearty appetite: It translates into a passion for life and an enthusiasm for all things enjoyable. So even if you're on a diet, give yourself a break while you're with him; don't give him the impression that you're just another body-conscious girl who is so paranoid about gaining that one pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Being late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, some women have the misconception that being fashionably late is cool. While being 5 minutes late is forgivable, making the poor bloke wait for 15 minutes or longer is downright rude (unless you have a valid reason). When you are this late on your date, you'll send out the wrong message - that he's not worth your effort to be punctual - even if you don't mean it. And your tardiness is going to spoil any special plans he has made for the evening. If you have a tendency to be late, do make the effort to get ready earlier and be on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Too much emotional baggage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your past failed relationships are never a good subject to touch on, especially on the first few dates. Unloading all your emotional baggage - what you did with your ex, how he cheated on you are, etc - on someone you barely know (and who has a potential to be your next guy) is an instant turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;'I'm too posh for you'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you think you are too good for your date, never show or say it out blatantly. It's extremely rude to tell your date that he's beneath your usual standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Always on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's okay to answer phone calls during a date, switching your mobile phone to vibration mode would ensure that you have an uninterrupted time with him. It's utterly impolite, however, when you constantly answer your calls to talk at length and ignore him completely. Worse, if your calls are from your nosy girlfriends asking how your date went, don't bitch about your poor date on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Acting too desperate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biological clock is ticking away and you're feeling the pressure to start a real relationship? Even so, take things slow. Appearing desperate to settle down will freak any guy out, especially when you start talking about your dream wedding ceremony, when you plan to get married and how many babies you want on your first date. After your date, even if there's some chemistry going on between the two of you, don't call him that very night. Act interested, but not too much. Or better yet, wait for him to call you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Being drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little alcohol to loosen you up for a bit of flirting is hot, but getting tipsy isn't. Burping, losing your poise and throwing up isn't exactly the prettiest portrayal of yourself, so do drink in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Not being yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be someone you think he will like - instead of being yourself - is one of the most common dating mistakes: If you can't convince yourself that you're attractive, how can you convince your date that you deserve him? When you attempt to hide your real self beneath a facade, not only are you deceiving your date, you're deluding yourself too. And your date will usually see right through it anyway and be turned off by your insincerity and lack of self-confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Top Ten Mistake make by Girl during Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But the frank some of the mistake guy also make..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Counting Down: 42day including Today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8218579377702027614?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8218579377702027614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=8218579377702027614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8218579377702027614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8218579377702027614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-7776691215334962479</id><published>2008-11-26T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:05:07.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1- touch their waist&lt;br /&gt;2- talk to them&lt;br /&gt;3- share secrets&lt;br /&gt;4- give her your jacket&lt;br /&gt;5- kiss them slowly&lt;br /&gt;6- hug them&lt;br /&gt;7- hold her&lt;br /&gt;8- laugh with her&lt;br /&gt;9- invite her somewhere&lt;br /&gt;10- let her be with you when your with your friends&lt;br /&gt;11- smile with her&lt;br /&gt;12- take pics with her&lt;br /&gt;13- pull her onto your lap&lt;br /&gt;14- when she says she loves you more, deny it.fight back&lt;br /&gt;15- when her friends says they love her more than you, deny it. fight back and hug her tight so she cant get to her friends. it makes her feel loved&lt;br /&gt;16- always hug her and say i love you when you see her&lt;br /&gt;17- kiss her unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;18- hug her from behind around the waist&lt;br /&gt;19- tell her she beautiful not sexy!&lt;br /&gt;20- tell her the way you feel about her!&lt;br /&gt;21- kiss her on the lips&lt;br /&gt;22- dont ask her to buy you stuff. you buy her stuff&lt;br /&gt;23- trust her , no matter wad&lt;br /&gt;24- make her feel loved&lt;br /&gt;25- buy them stuff. like small things can still help&lt;br /&gt;26- don't lie to her&lt;br /&gt;27- dont cheat on her&lt;br /&gt;28- take her anywhere she wants&lt;br /&gt;29- txt messege her in the morning and tell her have a good day at school, and how much you miss her&lt;br /&gt;30- be there for her when ever she needsyou, &amp;amp; even though she doesn't need you just be there so she'll know that she can always count on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Is this really what a Girl Want from her Boyfriend??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7776691215334962479?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-7347577072335298190</id><published>2008-11-25T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:14:31.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Boss never come..&lt;br /&gt;End up in the morning, I did nothing but slack..&lt;br /&gt;But in the afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;The boss worker give me a task..&lt;br /&gt;Which is learn how to solder all the component and remove it without destorying the thing..&lt;br /&gt;End up one of the small micro clip was burn by me..&lt;br /&gt;The component is not those I use to do..&lt;br /&gt;Is all those small mini component..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also learn that other then soldering iron there is still a thing call hot air blower..&lt;br /&gt;Which can solder and desolder the component from the board..&lt;br /&gt;I also learn to configure the Mac Address and the Lan Address of the Router..&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun but eye very tired..&lt;br /&gt;Due to the small and mini component..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;43 more working day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7347577072335298190?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7347577072335298190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7347577072335298190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7347577072335298190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7347577072335298190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-boss-never-come.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-7547218977171617352</id><published>2008-11-24T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:26:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of Attachment..&lt;br /&gt;Life is kind of like boring..&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home around 8plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just get to know that on the 24 dec onward to 2 jan is a long holiday for me..&lt;br /&gt;Which mean I start work on the 5 jan..&lt;br /&gt;Then after that on the 24 jan to 30 jan is also another long holiday for me..&lt;br /&gt;Which also mean I start work on the 2 feb..&lt;br /&gt;and my Attachment end on the 13  feb..&lt;br /&gt;What a good Attachment life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor is good..&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't scold people one..&lt;br /&gt;That all I can say for today..&lt;br /&gt;Kind of tired..&lt;br /&gt;Due to just back from running..&lt;br /&gt;Type more on tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7547218977171617352?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7547218977171617352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7547218977171617352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7547218977171617352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7547218977171617352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-of-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6763969085686148561</id><published>2008-11-21T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:07:12.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From today on..&lt;br /&gt;No more Ghost Story..&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be back to normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be post on life @ UBI (Aztech)..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be good life there..&lt;br /&gt;3 month I have to go through it..&lt;br /&gt;and I will be graduating from NYP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do It..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6763969085686148561?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6763969085686148561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6763969085686148561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6763969085686148561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6763969085686148561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-today-on.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-5581612207333118705</id><published>2008-11-20T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:44:45.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Signal Institute:&lt;br /&gt;Those who were there before should know.&lt;br /&gt;When doing prowling on guard duties, the stray dogs within the camp are really very irritating and a nuisance, and sometimes need to use lights to flash them so as to drive them away. There're people who even said that some of the stray dogs spotted, were actually phantom dogs, not actual dogs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unoccupied floor, which is the 5th/6th floor (most top floor before the roof), one of the bunks and sometimes the corridor's light will always auto on itself when its 9pm, or sometimes at the wee hours in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;One of the bunks (light auto on 1), believed to be unoccupied, is very tidy when my friend and I tried peeking into it from outside (stepping someone to overlook into the bunk of course).&lt;br /&gt;Description was: 2 beds, both at different ends of the whole bunk.&lt;br /&gt;Neatly folded shirts, uniforms, towels on the beds.&lt;br /&gt;Fans and lightings were on all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats my own account, who knows, maybe there ARE really other people living in the bunk, just that they made up the story and scare ppl from disturbing them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?SIG BN, J????G Camp (? Division):&lt;br /&gt;COS Terror 1... of course, this happens to my coy when I was at the unit.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the COS duties done by those whom I knew, all told me this incident that whenever they are doing COS duties in the coy, plus no other personnels were in the coy or camp except the various COSs, such as weekends or public holidays or Block Leaves.The COSs in my coy, will always sniff a super, pungent smell, or rather a stench from dont know where.&lt;br /&gt;Cant really detect the source of the smells, so they endured with it and prayed nothing else happens till someone take over them the next day.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, other than the pungent smells, there is also this funny hot and warm feeling throughout the whole company, even at night.&lt;br /&gt;These kind of things never happens when e whole company is around.&lt;br /&gt;Also, although the stench might come from dead rats, area cleanings were done very often, &amp;amp; toilets, bunks were all clean everyday by external cleaners, can't say that the people living there never clear e dead rats right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COS Terror 2 ...&lt;br /&gt;This happened around 2, 3 months ago from now.&lt;br /&gt;The coy opposite mine, the COS was another one of my friends, and was doing the COS duty in his coy ...&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened until after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;He went back to his bunk to get something, and of course to get a little sleep in his own comfortable bed and Zzzzz.. &lt;br /&gt;After he woke up, and was ready to raise the flag the next morning, he went back to the company office to get the flag ....&lt;br /&gt;to his surprise, he found that the radio he had left on for the whole night, was turned off.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the funny part, the office's doors and windows were locked, no one other than the COS himself has the key to unlock it ...&lt;br /&gt;then who the hell off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling something amissed, he quickly went off to raise the flag, then came back and pack his things and after the next COS took over him, he just ran off out of the camp almost immediately...&lt;br /&gt;To add on, I was so 'lucky' to hear from them because during each of the COS incidents, I was doing duties too, but not COS though.&lt;br /&gt;They just called me to say that they suspected that those things are playing pranks ....&lt;br /&gt;what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5581612207333118705?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/5581612207333118705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=5581612207333118705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5581612207333118705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5581612207333118705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/signal-institute-those-who-were-there.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-1106060498705087793</id><published>2008-11-19T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:54:46.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SSN_uSFU47I/AAAAAAAAANU/poDPFZ3CUGc/s1600-h/081118-science-pygmy-hmed-10a.h2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270196422058501042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SSN_uSFU47I/AAAAAAAAANU/poDPFZ3CUGc/s320/081118-science-pygmy-hmed-10a.h2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pygmy tarsier, captured this summer on Indonesia's Mount Rorekatimbo, hardly makes a handful. Some scientists had thought the species was extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SSN-wpr7XfI/AAAAAAAAANM/iW7MQmwLISo/s1600-h/040728_blue_whale_hmed.hmedium"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270195363242532338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SSN-wpr7XfI/AAAAAAAAANM/iW7MQmwLISo/s320/040728_blue_whale_hmed.hmedium" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of sight for 30 years, blue whales were spotted in 2004 off Prince William Sound, Alaska. Federal scientists caught a glimpse of the largest-known animal living on Earth. After being hunted commercially for a century, these endangered creatures came under government protection in 1965. Sightings of the blue behemoths are signs that their population may be turning healthier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SSN-MJhMTjI/AAAAAAAAANE/AS6rtHQWrBg/s1600-h/080307-buffallo-hmed-9a.hmedium"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270194736132279858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SSN-MJhMTjI/AAAAAAAAANE/AS6rtHQWrBg/s320/080307-buffallo-hmed-9a.hmedium" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White buffalo Chances of a white buffalo being born are at least 1 in the millions, says Jim Matheson, assistant director of the National Bison Association. Defying all odds, the same Wisconsin farm had three of this rare breed. This male calf, whose coat turned darker with age, was born in 2006. All buffalo were uncommon for a long time, but now their population has beefed up to about 250,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/33889702-1106060498705087793?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1106060498705087793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1106060498705087793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1106060498705087793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1106060498705087793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/pygmy-tarsier-captured-this-summer-on.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dw1N1CYObHo/SSN_uSFU47I/AAAAAAAAANU/poDPFZ3CUGc/s72-c/081118-science-pygmy-hmed-10a.h2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-8263800945992994117</id><published>2008-11-18T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:08:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those who been to ns sure know about no night trainings on thursday nights right?&lt;br /&gt;reason being thursday nights are the night where malay ghosts will come out and roam..&lt;br /&gt;and so..&lt;br /&gt;the incident happen..&lt;br /&gt;is the second day of our range..&lt;br /&gt;at a 300m distance range at 8 plus 9 plus..&lt;br /&gt;it was the reshoot of those who failed to zero-ed their weapon..&lt;br /&gt;my coy mate went in to the 100m spot..&lt;br /&gt;he was squating behind waiting for his turn..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly he felt a presence..&lt;br /&gt;he turn to his side and saw a floating head of an old man..&lt;br /&gt;immediately he turn to the front..&lt;br /&gt;shortly after..&lt;br /&gt;it was his turn..&lt;br /&gt;he went up to the spot and prone down..&lt;br /&gt;not long after he prone down..&lt;br /&gt;he saw it again..&lt;br /&gt;this time appearing in front of him..&lt;br /&gt;my coy mate manage to finish up everything and proceed to leaving the range..&lt;br /&gt;he was running very fast out of the range and in tears..&lt;br /&gt;later all the sergeants asked why is he in tears and he managed to say out and was calmed by the sergeants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another story..&lt;br /&gt;Alpha coy.&lt;br /&gt;It was a Friday, which meant it was booking out day for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay back as it was my turn to take care of the OB.&lt;br /&gt;2 of us stayed behind as it was the usual practice for 2 people to stay behind for OB.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much to do other than burning the time away until the next day when the next pair will take over.&lt;br /&gt;We played a few games of carrom and was about to turn in for the night when we heard people marching outside.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really think much about it until we realised that it was about 2am and it was a Friday. There should be no one else in camp.&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, we just stuck our head out of the window and saw about 40 people marching slowly towards the mess.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really freaked us out and hide in a corner wasn't the fact that they were marching slowly, but the fact that they were in khaki colored clothing and were mumbling in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't dare speak of it to the next guys as we didn't want them to freak out as we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story from CCK Camp&lt;br /&gt;After BMT, I was posted to School of Signals at Stagmont Camp for 7 weeks of Basic Signaler Course.&lt;br /&gt;Camp was an eye-opener as it was like a holiday camp compared to the crummy SBMT (well, I have another one on that) where I came from.&lt;br /&gt;OK, as signalers, we have to go through radio and line course.&lt;br /&gt;Line means that we use field telephones instead of mobile radio sets.&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult part is to "lay the line" as we call it - basically run from point A to B and connect 2 telephones while making sure we give enough slack for maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;In Line training, there is this exercise to lay it in built-up areas, which is basically a building.&lt;br /&gt;Off we went on a short ride to this abandoned govt blocks in Chua Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;It was an afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;We were split into 12 teams and 2 teams are tasked to lay line all the way to the 6th floor of each abandoned building by entering from the two staircase entrances located at each side of the building.&lt;br /&gt;To my best recollection, there were 6 blocks, 5 together and an isolated one about 50 meters away down a slope.&lt;br /&gt;My team together with another were bloody unfortunate to be tasked to lay Block 6 - yup, the isolated one.&lt;br /&gt;Was not so much about goblins and ghosts then but for the fact that each team is timed on their mission and the last team has to do push ups on the hot ground full of sands and stones - a real bummer. We had to work faster.&lt;br /&gt;I was detachment-in-charge and my responsibility was to run as fast as I can to the block, run up the stairs to the 6th floor, cist the cable and connect it to the phone, check communications and run back to report with my mates.&lt;br /&gt;The other 2 of my mates have the responsibility of covering up the line and allow enough slack. As I ran like hell up the stairs, something made me look back at the corner on the 4th floor.&lt;br /&gt;I saw nothing.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the 6th floor and started working with my pliers, I heard a female voice talking in the empty rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Pressed for time, I was not thinking much about it.&lt;br /&gt;But as I was finishing my job, the talking which I could not make out what was said as they were kind of mumblings, grew louder and it sounded like that female was losing an argument (you know how they are).&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I heard was a loud bang, exactly like slamming of a door.&lt;br /&gt;What made me froze for 3 seconds was that several other doors also slammed shut one after another.&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I have finished my job, and ran downstairs by jumping each staircase from the 2nd or 3rd step.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything because not being the last detachment to report back took almost priority for me.&lt;br /&gt;When the exercise was almost done, we needed to collect back the field telephone and cables.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of suggested to my mates that we should share the work and one of them should go up and claim these items.&lt;br /&gt;(Yup, I'm that kind of dude then).&lt;br /&gt;We went back to camp, returned the stores and waited for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;In the bunk, I was sitting on the floor opposite this guy from the team that was laying the line at the other end of block 6.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, they had a rawer deal as their staircase entrance was facing the woods while mine was facing the command centre.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy look real pale and green.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sprang my questions.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you lay block 6?",&lt;br /&gt;"Did you hear any woman's voice?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy looked at me and was totally shocked out of his pants!&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't speak for at least 1 min and then told me his story.&lt;br /&gt;When we were collecting back the equipment, this dude was unsure if his detachment ic was upstairs doing it, so he ventured upstairs to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;While he was at halfway between the 5th and 6th floor staircase, he called out the ic's name and got a female voice replying "Wo zai ze li" (I am here).&lt;br /&gt;Straightaway he dashed back downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to analyze and rationalize it because it was broad daylight (sunny and hot) and we had a female instructor present during the exercise.&lt;br /&gt;But all the time she was at the command post.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be a human hiding in the rooms?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we approached our female sergeant (instructor) and told her our experience.&lt;br /&gt;She confirmed that she was at the command post all the time and the blocks are vacant.&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, she revealed that we were not the only ones that "complained" about it. Apparently, previous platoons also encountered unexplained things there.&lt;br /&gt;After this event, the place was not used for any future line training exercises.&lt;br /&gt;The story did not end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992 - I was in a unit and involved in this big division exercise just before my ROD.&lt;br /&gt;My unit was in Tekong and I had ultra sinang duties.&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do at night, I sat around a bunch of store man and drivers listening to ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;There was this driver that said that during his teenage days, they like to peep at lovers making out at night.&lt;br /&gt;One of the hotspots then was a bunch of abandoned govt blocks in Chua Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;But there was one incident whereby this girl was ditched by the boyfriends and she hung herself in one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I have heard!&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I asked him to describe the place...&lt;br /&gt;it was the same BLOCK 6!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it really the Sad girl soul still remain at block 6?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But why did she have to answer 'I am here!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when the guy shout out his IC's name..&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/33889702-8263800945992994117?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/8263800945992994117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=8263800945992994117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8263800945992994117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/8263800945992994117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/those-who-been-to-ns-sure-know-about-no.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-3411789539520769076</id><published>2008-11-17T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:19:34.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ghost Sounds in Nee Soon Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in an instructor in Nee Soon Camp back in 1989 to 1990.&lt;br /&gt;At that time I was a corporal in Camp One, Hotel Company, a 3 storey building at the edge of the parade square. Behind our building lies a deep ravine that winds its way to the Mandai Columbarium some distance away.&lt;br /&gt;Nee Soon was a training camp for young army recruits, who must spend their first 3 months in basic military training before deployment into their active 2 or 2 and a half year of military service.&lt;br /&gt;I was in platoon 20, and my bunk was on the 3rd floor.&lt;br /&gt;2 staircases at both end served the building, and my bunk was the first room at the left staircase. A long corridor ran from one end of the staircase to the other, and right in the middle, runs another corridor that lead at right angle to the toilet and bathing points. On both sides of that corridor were placed two rolls of broomsticks, and the WCs and Urinals is divided on the right, with the shower points to the left.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that on that night, the recruits were given the night off, but I stayed behind, and was trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Directly below me, on the second floor, was the Muslim Prayer Room, where some Muslim recruits, together with my fellow Corporal Tahir, stayed behind too, and they were chatting inside.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through my sleep I was disturbed by some ‘thumping’ sound.&lt;br /&gt;I chose to ignore it till I realise that it was coming from my metal cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;As soldiers we were all issued with a single bed and a single doored metal cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;It was a repetition of just 2 thumps at a time.&lt;br /&gt;“Thump Thump” I raised up my head and looked at the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;“Thump Thump”, There it went again.&lt;br /&gt;I got up and step closer to my cupboard, and peered nearer. “Thump Thump”..&lt;br /&gt;This time I heard the noise coming not from my cupboard, but from further away.&lt;br /&gt;It would seem to have come from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of my room to the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;“Thump Thump” The sound seem to have got louder.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked along the corridor I heard the sound even more clearer.&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;it was definitely coming from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I turned into the middle corridor.&lt;br /&gt;As I approached the toilet, passed the racks of broomsticks I could not hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the row of shower points and peeped into each compartments.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to the other side and checked out the wcs and urinals.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I then commenced to take a leak at the urinal.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, exactly infront of me, behind the wall where the shower points were, came a very loud “Thump! Thump!”&lt;br /&gt;I ran as fast as my 1.6m tall frame could ran, down the long corridor, pass my bunk, to the second storey, and into the Muslim Prayer Room where Corporal Tahir and the other recruits were chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;“Shhhh… Listen!” I told them.&lt;br /&gt;They listened.&lt;br /&gt;“Thump Thump”… “What’s that?” Some one asked.&lt;br /&gt;It was coming from above. I told them it was from the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole lot of us went out to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;We crept up the staircase to the 3rd floor..&lt;br /&gt;“Thump Thump” … The sounds booming loudly in maybe 5 seconds interval as we walked pass my bunk down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Then just as we turned into that corridor the sounds stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling scared we took up the broomsticks from the racks and proceeded to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;We scoured all the compartments.&lt;br /&gt;Finding nothing, we walked back, replaced the broomsticks, and turned back into the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;“Thump Thump” The sound came back the second we turned.&lt;br /&gt;We all ran down the corridor, down the staircase and into the Muslim Prayer Room.&lt;br /&gt;After some agitated discussion (which I forgotten what) Corporal Tahir asked me to sleep and stay there with them. I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;However, after awhile, egged by very sleepy eyes, and noisy racket of languages I don’t understand, I told them that I would go back to my bunk and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;As I lay back on my bed, I heard it again…&lt;br /&gt;“Thump Thump” This time it was quite faint…&lt;br /&gt;and looking out of my window, as I looked down into the dark ravine I heard it again……&lt;br /&gt;it was coming from the ravine.&lt;br /&gt;As I continue staring I heard the sounds again in maybe 10 seconds pauses, “Thump Thump” …. The sound seemed fainter and further away with its thumping..&lt;br /&gt;as it disappear eventually in the direction of mandai Columbarium.&lt;br /&gt;Tired out, I think I collapsed immediately into bed and slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3411789539520769076?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3411789539520769076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3411789539520769076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3411789539520769076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3411789539520769076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghost-sounds-in-nee-soon-camp-i-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-8308557804081326515</id><published>2008-11-14T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:15:04.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2003 BMT SCH 1&lt;br /&gt;was in the company opposite charlie coy..&lt;br /&gt;heard alot of the story about the charlie coy female with baby but never see before but had 2 incidents that i still cannot find an explaination for.&lt;br /&gt;1st incident the whole company was sitting in the chin up bar area and facing the empty parade square between delta and charlie coy..&lt;br /&gt;our warrent officer was giving a talk on something..&lt;br /&gt;the whole charlie coy was away in outfield or something, but a landrover was left parked in the parade square...&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden while the encik was talking..&lt;br /&gt;the landrover suddenly came alive by itself..&lt;br /&gt;meaning you could the engine starting and the headlights coming.. thereafter the horn started blaring..&lt;br /&gt;my warrent officer without even turning ard just shouted something loudly that sounded like a vulagrity and the landrover became silent again..&lt;br /&gt;there was no waythe engine could start itself when there was no one in sight in the near vicinity of the rover..&lt;br /&gt;when we asked the encik later..&lt;br /&gt;he clammed up and refuse to talk about it..&lt;br /&gt;we suspect that it wasnt the first time and its was spirit trying to be funny and the encik scared it away being very fierce about it..&lt;br /&gt;2nd incidentit was abt 1 week before we pass out from btm..&lt;br /&gt;and its was lights out was just called by the company ic..&lt;br /&gt;me and my buddy was walking back from the toilet to our bunk when we saw this guy A in our section still talking to another guy from another section at the watercooler..&lt;br /&gt;soon after as i lie in my bed ( i was in bed 11 and my buddy in bed 12, the nearest 2 bed to to the door) i saw A coming in distinctively hear the door closed after him, i then saw A fiddling with his cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;there after the door open again but no one came in, as the door open towards my side..&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was A friend waiting for him to pass him something and he was just standing behind the door..&lt;br /&gt;but mins went past and still no one came in or say anything..&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile A had gone to bed..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the door just closed by itself as though someone had left the room..&lt;br /&gt;and since we had left the window open..&lt;br /&gt;we could definitely see if anyone had walk past to open or close door but there was nobody there at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;and if u have stay in those btm bunk..&lt;br /&gt;u would know that the door its rather heavy and just wind alone would not have caused the door to open by itself..&lt;br /&gt;and even if the wind was strong enough, in order to open the door u still had to turn the door handle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISPEC&lt;br /&gt;tekong&lt;br /&gt;I think tekong now no more SISPEC but during the good old days SISPEC was located in yr so call rocky hill..&lt;br /&gt;being a typical soldier boy..&lt;br /&gt;i would bring in tons of snacks when i book in on sunday..&lt;br /&gt;so i notice a peculiar thing..&lt;br /&gt;it felt like someone was stealing my snacks..&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it my section mate till one particular incident, i had brought in mini packets of M&amp;amp; M and those wang wang biscuit..&lt;br /&gt;i locked up the stuff in my metal cabinet drawer that next day we went out a navi exercise which lasted the entire day..&lt;br /&gt;and when i came back that day..&lt;br /&gt;i found 1 packet of M&amp;amp;M had been torn open and some of the m&amp;amp;M had bite marks on it.. similary one packet of wang wang have been torn open and 1 of the biscuits was half eaten..&lt;br /&gt;at first i suspect it could have been rats..&lt;br /&gt;but after turning out my entire cupboard,i found no way that a rat could have crawl into my cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;furthermore how the rat climb into the drawer??&lt;br /&gt;anyway this happen a few more times even when i put the food into a plastic bag..&lt;br /&gt;the plastic bag would remain undamaged but the packets of food/sweet would always been bitten..&lt;br /&gt;anyway to solve the problem..&lt;br /&gt;i always leave one packet of whatever i have at the bottom of my cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;thereafter..&lt;br /&gt;whatever it was left my food alone..&lt;br /&gt;another incident that happen was on our defense exercise, throughout the entire night that my platoon were digging our trenches..&lt;br /&gt;we heard voices chanting in malay all around us..&lt;br /&gt;its was hard to pinpoint where the sound was coming from as the chanting were coming from all around us..&lt;br /&gt;for the first hr, all my hair were standing up but after awhile u get used to it..&lt;br /&gt;too tired to feel anyting..&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i tink the enciks know that the noises were harmless that is why they purposely bring us there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who would have eaten his food..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is chanting in the middle of the night..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-8308557804081326515?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-3762557682518449756</id><published>2008-11-13T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:37:56.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Another unknown COY:&lt;br /&gt;This particular Coy in tekong bmt, a certain platoon and a certain bunk..&lt;br /&gt;This bunk will always leave 1 of the beds empty, no one is allowed to sleep on that bed..&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, the old birds knew the story, but as one by one, the old birds ORDed, posted out, etc..&lt;br /&gt;less and less people remember or even heard of the story of that empty bed..&lt;br /&gt;Then there came one day when a new batch of those silly recruits came and became the occupants of that bunk..&lt;br /&gt;One "sway ka" took that BED and slept all the way..&lt;br /&gt;It was when after don't how many weeks or might be even the 1st nite (unsure), that something happened...&lt;br /&gt;The night was young..&lt;br /&gt;that recruit was sleeping on THAT bed..&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping so soundly when suddenly he felt super cold..&lt;br /&gt;As all NSF people know, in BMT, most of the wooden cabinets were put infront of the bed itself.&lt;br /&gt;So, when that recruit was being waken up so abruptly, he immediately opened his eyes and saw a ghostly figure, all in white, sitting on the wooden cabinet, looking deep at him, just stared at him all the way..&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the recruit was so shocked, that he also stared at that white figure for a little while before realising what had happened..&lt;br /&gt;So he pretend not to see IT, and slowly took his blanket and cover himself, from head to toe, and keep shivering while mumbling prayers until he fell asleep till the next morning..&lt;br /&gt;after that, didn't really know what happen to that recruit already, but surely after a 1 night's scare, confirm he won't sleep on that bed, or even in the bunk already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown coy:&lt;br /&gt;I think I might as well elaborate on the dreaming story that I've mentioned but never tell yet above..&lt;br /&gt;There was this particular coy and platoon and bunk..&lt;br /&gt;well, the recruits were all told that no matter where 1 goes, their buddies should accompany him whether be it to toilet, to smoke or wadever.&lt;br /&gt;So this particular night, recruit A want to go urine, and remembering what was told to him by his commanders, he tried waking up his already asleep buddy, recruit B to accompany him to the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how he push and pull, B wouldn't wake up..&lt;br /&gt;Since A's quite urgent, he couldn't care less about anyone accompanying him, so he just dash straight towards the toilet ...&lt;br /&gt;To add in, that particular floor's toilet cubicle, one of them is always closed, but not locked, whereas the others were fine.&lt;br /&gt;When he reached the toilet, after he has urinated, he saw that cubicle's door closed again .. "KNN always closed 1, that door" don't why, but A was always angered by the cubicle's door frequent closing..&lt;br /&gt;So after opening the door and look inside for a few secs, he walked back to his bunk and slept..&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when they all woke up, B told his buddy A if he made a trip to the toilet the night before..&lt;br /&gt;A answered "yea, but U were sleeping, course i want to ask u go with me."&lt;br /&gt;B then answered A that after A tried to wake B up and then went off to the toilet on his own, B suddenly had a dream which seemed so realistic, and he related his dream to A:&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt that he was in the toilet overlooking everything (not as a person, but some sort of security camera that feeling), and then came A who urinated, after that, wanted to push open that cubicle's door..&lt;br /&gt;Just as A opened the door and looked into the cubicle (of course nothing was seen by A), B from a security camera's view, saw a person, a female sitting on the toilet bowl, with bloodshot eyes, red clothings, aiya, all the scary descriptions u can imagine and think of..&lt;br /&gt;She looked very angry as A opened the door, and she kept staring at A and wanted to reach for him but luckily he went off just before she can reach him..&lt;br /&gt;She then reached out to the door and slowly closed it..&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for A, if he had been late in getting out of the toilet, he might have been pulled in by that 'She' into don't where..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come B can dream of A in the toilet and yet all the thing is so real..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it that B follow A to the toilet and saw what A did, just want to scare him off..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-3762557682518449756?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3762557682518449756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3762557682518449756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3762557682518449756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3762557682518449756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-unknown-coy-this-particular-coy_13.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-1567417274699967647</id><published>2008-11-13T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:27.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Another unknown COY:&lt;br /&gt;This particular Coy in tekong bmt, a certain platoon and a certain bunk..&lt;br /&gt;This bunk will always leave 1 of the beds empty, no one is allowed to sleep on that bed..&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, the old birds knew the story, but as one by one, the old birds ORDed, posted out, etc..&lt;br /&gt;less and less people remember or even heard of the story of that empty bed..&lt;br /&gt;Then there came one day when a new batch of those silly recruits came and became the occupants of that bunk..&lt;br /&gt;One "sway ka" took that BED and slept all the way..&lt;br /&gt;It was when after don't how many weeks or might be even the 1st nite (unsure), that something happened...&lt;br /&gt;The night was young..&lt;br /&gt;that recruit was sleeping on THAT bed..&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping so soundly when suddenly he felt super cold..&lt;br /&gt;As all NSF people know, in BMT, most of the wooden cabinets were put infront of the bed itself.&lt;br /&gt;So, when that recruit was being waken up so abruptly, he immediately opened his eyes and saw a ghostly figure, all in white, sitting on the wooden cabinet, looking deep at him, just stared at him all the way..&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the recruit was so shocked, that he also stared at that white figure for a little while before realising what had happened..&lt;br /&gt;So he pretend not to see IT, and slowly took his blanket and cover himself, from head to toe, and keep shivering while mumbling prayers until he fell asleep till the next morning..&lt;br /&gt;after that, didn't really know what happen to that recruit already, but surely after a 1 night's scare, confirm he won't sleep on that bed, or even in the bunk already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown coy:&lt;br /&gt;I think I might as well elaborate on the dreaming story that I've mentioned but never tell yet above..&lt;br /&gt;There was this particular coy and platoon and bunk..&lt;br /&gt;well, the recruits were all told that no matter where 1 goes, their buddies should accompany him whether be it to toilet, to smoke or wadever.&lt;br /&gt;So this particular night, recruit A want to go urine, and remembering what was told to him by his commanders, he tried waking up his already asleep buddy, recruit B to accompany him to the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how he push and pull, B wouldn't wake up..&lt;br /&gt;Since A's quite urgent, he couldn't care less about anyone accompanying him, so he just dash straight towards the toilet ...&lt;br /&gt;To add in, that particular floor's toilet cubicle, one of them is always closed, but not locked, whereas the others were fine.&lt;br /&gt;When he reached the toilet, after he has urinated, he saw that cubicle's door closed again .. "KNN always closed 1, that door" don't why, but A was always angered by the cubicle's door frequent closing..&lt;br /&gt;So after opening the door and look inside for a few secs, he walked back to his bunk and slept..&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when they all woke up, B told his buddy A if he made a trip to the toilet the night before..&lt;br /&gt;A answered "yea, but U were sleeping, course i want to ask u go with me."&lt;br /&gt;B then answered A that after A tried to wake B up and then went off to the toilet on his own, B suddenly had a dream which seemed so realistic, and he related his dream to A:&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt that he was in the toilet overlooking everything (not as a person, but some sort of security camera that feeling), and then came A who urinated, after that, wanted to push open that cubicle's door..&lt;br /&gt;Just as A opened the door and looked into the cubicle (of course nothing was seen by A), B from a security camera's view, saw a person, a female sitting on the toilet bowl, with bloodshot eyes, red clothings, aiya, all the scary descriptions u can imagine and think of..&lt;br /&gt;She looked very angry as A opened the door, and she kept staring at A and wanted to reach for him but luckily he went off just before she can reach him..&lt;br /&gt;She then reached out to the door and slowly closed it..&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for A, if he had been late in getting out of the toilet, he might have been pulled in by that 'She' into don't where..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1567417274699967647?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1567417274699967647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1567417274699967647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1567417274699967647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1567417274699967647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-unknown-coy-this-particular-coy.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6337266499205454092</id><published>2008-11-12T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:56:22.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah Tong story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my days at BMT in Tekong, its said that 1 particular company, which my mild obese friends were in, was damn haunted one, of course not my coy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Griffon Coy....&lt;br /&gt;Griffon Coy was notorious and infamous back then, don't know now's what..&lt;br /&gt;1 particular platoon's bunk, whenever a certain day or a certain week came, around 3am+ or exactly the 3am tat time, all the people living in that particular bunk would suddenly JUMP up, totally awaken from their sleep..&lt;br /&gt;What my friend told me, was that they were being forced to wake up although he can't really recall what made or forced him and his other bunkmates up..&lt;br /&gt;All woke up at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Unknown Coy ...&lt;br /&gt;It was said that recruits are not allowed to bring in raw food, such as raw meat for example, into the bunk and/or stored into the individual closet/cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;Once, there was a recruit who brought in meat of don't what, then in the wee hours at night, the whole cupboard was shaking so strong that woke up the entire platoon and company..&lt;br /&gt;All of the bunkmates were so scared, they don't dare to enter the bunk again, and watched the cupboard shake with the other people from other platoons of the coy..&lt;br /&gt;Whole thing stopped when dawn reaches, and the shaking stopped..&lt;br /&gt;when they opened the cupboard, the platoon sergeant found raw meat inside, and immediately scolded the owner, after that incident, the people there don't dare to bring in any more raw meats to bunks ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Cougar Coy ...&lt;br /&gt;My company back when I was in my BMT period..&lt;br /&gt;every morning when we woke up to do area cleaning, there would be a strand of long hair on 1 of the beds, sometimes throughout the week, same beds or different beds would have the hair, so long that its a females...&lt;br /&gt;funny thing was that only males would be in the bunk and company...&lt;br /&gt;Another would be the viewing of funny figures from the 5th floor by platoon 4..&lt;br /&gt;Some would see figures at the stadium late at night when they walk along the corridor towards the toilet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6337266499205454092?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6337266499205454092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6337266499205454092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6337266499205454092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6337266499205454092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-tong-story-during-my-days-at-bmt-in.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6665127388654559887</id><published>2008-11-11T09:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:14:40.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dianel experience:BMTC School 1, 'G' company, 3 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in my bunk, Platoon 4(5th flr), Section 2, everybody from my platoon was in my bunk, cleaning our 'wives' and practicing for the technical handling test..&lt;br /&gt;There was only about 20 odd people as most of the platoon got caught with the yellow fever bug and that time was SARS period, so Att C was like hotcakes..&lt;br /&gt;My platoon sgt was conducting the session, so he was personally teaching this 'goon' because he just came back from 3 weeks Att C..&lt;br /&gt;As we just came back from dinner, our bottles were all on the common table in the middle of the room..&lt;br /&gt;This sgt had his back facing the table while teaching the 'goon' and everybody else was sitting on the floor between the beds or any available space in the bunk(quite spacious actually, LOL)..&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, he shouted, "Who the f******* idiot threw it!?", all of us were stunned, because we were either talking to each other or busy with our 'wives'..&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, one of the bottles hit him on the back, as he picked it up and started screaming at us asking who did it..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his facial expression changed drastically from angry to worried, then without a word, he ran out of the bunk and ever since then, he never came to my bunk, and from a noisy, demanding, vulgar sgt, he toned down and became, what we feel, not his self..&lt;br /&gt;As to how and what actually happened, nobody knows why, except for 1 guy who was sitting opposite the sgt, claimed he saw the bottle flew and hit him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Who make the bootle flew up itself and throw it at the sgt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Is it one of the mate have physic power??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;or is it &lt;em&gt;'that thing'&lt;/em&gt; make fun with the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6665127388654559887?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-4647885484493289372</id><published>2008-11-10T09:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:11:00.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Told by Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It happened one of the night when I was in BMT (1995).&lt;br /&gt;Due to too many people using public phone, me and my friend wait till midnight then 'sneaked' out to call.&lt;br /&gt;When I was talking halfway through phone, my friend tapped my shoulder and tell me to see.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a group of soldier marching at the parade square.&lt;br /&gt;I thought all this people so 'siow on'.&lt;br /&gt;then my friend tell me to look closer...&lt;br /&gt;I then realised that all were wearing Japanese clothing...&lt;br /&gt;We see each other, turned around and run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) As usual, we were training at Tekong area after we posted to ?SIR.&lt;br /&gt;That night, we were 'walking' and preparing to 'attack' one of the hills.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a group of soldier passes by.&lt;br /&gt;One of the officer asked my PC for direction.&lt;br /&gt;After telling them, we go on as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, the PC's and OC were discussing on the 'attack' and my PC brought this up to my OC. My OC was 'stunned' and told my PC that beside us, no one else was trainning at that area...&lt;br /&gt;or even that night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This is I heard from one of my Primary School friend.&lt;br /&gt;When he was 'admited' to ?SCE, he was told by one of the senior officer that the bunk next to their room, and told them no matter what noise they hear, do not go and peep....&lt;br /&gt;Since then, every night the whole section people hear the noise.&lt;br /&gt;But none dare to go see what's inside...&lt;br /&gt;One night, my friend and another friend can't 'tahan' and went over to see.&lt;br /&gt;They peep through the key hole and saw nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, they told the senior officer about it that they saw nothing but only red colour.&lt;br /&gt;The officer then exclaimed "Ya... The 'thing' was peeping through the hole when u did..."&lt;br /&gt;They both falls sick after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who could be the Officer that ask for direction??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;What thing was peeping through the hole when they did??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-4647885484493289372?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/4647885484493289372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=4647885484493289372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/4647885484493289372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/4647885484493289372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/told-by-leo-1-it-happened-one-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-6590354519068491865</id><published>2008-11-05T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:09:02.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a few from jack pc n bunkmates as they usually don't sleep after lights out and talking such stories...&lt;br /&gt;Jack was from orion coy bmtc sch 2 and there's a water tank in between his coy n ninja coy...&lt;br /&gt;on the tank got a big chinese character "我" written on the tank..&lt;br /&gt;can be seen but not very clear cause of sun and rain all..&lt;br /&gt;heard from jack pc and ps that its done by a rec..&lt;br /&gt;written that done with his blood and after that jump down to his death..&lt;br /&gt;(its 5storeys high)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the orion coy recreation room on lvl 2 will sometimes have their air-con on n off..&lt;br /&gt;things not placed to their original position whenever they enter the room even though we tidied it the night before and noone enter it except them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from orion also level 5(plt 4 sect 2)..&lt;br /&gt;jack friend told him that he got 2 strange encounters...&lt;br /&gt;once he woke up in the middle of the night he saw a dark figure wearing long 4 and beret standing at the side of bed 7(nearer to the window) and staring at his bunkmate sleeping on that bed..&lt;br /&gt;the figure suddenly went bending down closer and closer to his bunkmate's face...&lt;br /&gt;my friend was kind freaked out that he blinked his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;not believing what he is seeing and at the split second, the figure is gone..&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;he got scared and went back sleep..&lt;br /&gt;nothing really happened again until.....&lt;br /&gt;again he woke up middle of the night again and he saw the similar figure AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;but this time its outside his bunk corridor..&lt;br /&gt;this time he is determined to find out "who" that was so he walk over to the door with the figure still there..&lt;br /&gt;however when he opened the door, the figure had already went to the very end of the corridor..&lt;br /&gt;next to section4..&lt;br /&gt;he couldnt believe what he seen and again he blinked his eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and again the figured disappeared just like that...&lt;br /&gt;he wondered and jack wondered too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another story was about jack friend's friend n his buddy..&lt;br /&gt;that buddy of the friend was on ATTD C due to fever and thus went home already..&lt;br /&gt;however that very night when the buddy was not around in bunk, the friend sleeping in the middle of the night got a nudge and heard his buddy calling him going toilet together..&lt;br /&gt;as he was sleeping very soundly, he thus forgot his buddy was on ATTD C and followed..&lt;br /&gt;after a while of waiting his "buddy", he got tired of it and asked, "hey buddy u done yet?"... however the reply was "are you sure i am ur buddy...?"&lt;br /&gt;this is when he woke up from his half asleep mode and realise his buddy is at home and not in camp..&lt;br /&gt;he went back hurriedly and quickly went back to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who is the person that stand outside the corridor??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who is the "buddy" that wake him up in the middle of the night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/33889702-6590354519068491865?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6590354519068491865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6590354519068491865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6590354519068491865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6590354519068491865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-from-jack-pc-n-bunkmates-as-they.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-3596423608204178728</id><published>2008-11-04T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:28:08.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This hapened during my BMT at Tracom.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine had gone to the gym from my quarters at Alpha Coy which was beside the OCT building along with a few of the other squad mates.&lt;br /&gt;He was feeling tired and came back to the coy earlier than the rest and asked around if anyone would go back with him.&lt;br /&gt;No one else wanted to at that time and so he went back alone.&lt;br /&gt;You'd have to walk past the carpark, up the hill, past the swimming pool and basketball court to get back to Alpha coy.&lt;br /&gt;While he was walking back, he spotted a white figure in front of the staircase of the Alpha coy to the OB.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't really pay heed to it and thought it was one of the FI's, so he kept on walking anyways. As he got nearer, he notice the person had very long hair down to the the waist.&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking it was nothing, maybe a female FI, he continued on.&lt;br /&gt;As he got closer, he smelt a weird pungent odour and the figure turned around facing him.&lt;br /&gt;From what he told us, there was no face but some greenish light that seemed to glow from the "girl".&lt;br /&gt;He ran back to the squad and looked kinda freaked out, panting and puffing away.&lt;br /&gt;He got all worked up and spooked the entire squad.&lt;br /&gt;That night, the entire squad chose to sleep in the same room on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Not all of us managed to sleep anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Of the few who couldn't sleep, me included, swore that we smelt something sweet in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;That said, we just hid under our blankets and ignored everything that happened around us till the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why is that girl there where as it is a guy camp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/33889702-3596423608204178728?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/3596423608204178728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=3596423608204178728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3596423608204178728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/3596423608204178728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-hapened-during-my-bmt-at-tracom.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-4477933842125897949</id><published>2008-11-03T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:50:42.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Told by Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in C coy plt 4 section 4 closest to toilet..&lt;br /&gt;my plt mate in section 1 need to visit the toilet in the middle of the night..&lt;br /&gt;so he got to walk pass section 2,3,4..&lt;br /&gt;when he past section 2(second bunk)..&lt;br /&gt;he notice there are 4 ppl sitting in the middle of the room in vest &amp;amp; slack(grey t-shirt with army word, army uniform pants and boots)..&lt;br /&gt;he did not really care and continue with his visit..&lt;br /&gt;Then second or third night..&lt;br /&gt;in section 3, 2 of my plt mates were awoken by 2 of these vest &amp;amp; slack ppl..&lt;br /&gt;they shake my plt mates to wake them..&lt;br /&gt;1 of them sat up asking wat is it but was being pushed on the forehead being asked go back to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;he said he couldn't see the face..&lt;br /&gt;like 'nothing'..&lt;br /&gt;all he could see was their attire..&lt;br /&gt;it was 2 or 3 weeks later, when our PS gather us to talk, den they told the rest of us..&lt;br /&gt;1 of them ask if the sergeants would do anything like this..&lt;br /&gt;my PS replied no..&lt;br /&gt;during tt talk..&lt;br /&gt;my PS ask if any1 saw anything in the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;no one saw anything, den he told us there were reports on sighting of a female being in the toilet.. he also told us tekong used to be a malay village..&lt;br /&gt;that night..&lt;br /&gt;everyone was so scare and went to bath and sleep early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also heard other incidents happen during my bmt days..&lt;br /&gt;but couldn't really recall them..&lt;br /&gt;my only experience during then was..&lt;br /&gt;if u all know how the bunk look like..&lt;br /&gt;many of us had this sighting of an image in human colour 'walking' pass the windows..&lt;br /&gt;naturally u will lift up ur head and see whos tt right?&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;once u life up ur head..&lt;br /&gt;there is no one walking pass the door..&lt;br /&gt;(for those who dunno how the bunk look like.. is a corridor with 4 rooms on 1 side.. each room has a door in the center and windows on both side)&lt;br /&gt;get the picture now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now during my unit life..&lt;br /&gt;i was in 5SIR..&lt;br /&gt;SP coy..&lt;br /&gt;heard from a Bcoy fren..&lt;br /&gt;1 of the bunk in Bcoy, often there was a chair being dragged in the middle of the night..&lt;br /&gt;for my incident..&lt;br /&gt;i was outside of my bunk talking on the phone(all my bunk mates went for nights off except 1) when i heard some noises coming from inside the room..&lt;br /&gt;noises of opening cupboard locks..&lt;br /&gt;sounds of keys knocking against the metal cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;my bunkmates juz went toilet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now in brunei..&lt;br /&gt;the La...... camp..&lt;br /&gt;(dunno how to spell.. haha.)..&lt;br /&gt;for those who been there and done exercises ard Mt Biang area should noe not to sleep across the ridge lines at night..&lt;br /&gt;so there was this man in another coy..&lt;br /&gt;he din care and sleep across the ridge line..&lt;br /&gt;nothing happen to him that night..&lt;br /&gt;but the next few days..&lt;br /&gt;while walking in the mountains, the whole team could constantly hear laughter of a kid following them..&lt;br /&gt;back in the camp at a particular night, another man was sitting quietly on his bed with his blanket covered over him while the rest of the company were talking, playing ard..&lt;br /&gt;(we live in long wooden houses with old type double deck beds)..&lt;br /&gt;his frens notice him and call him but he no reply..&lt;br /&gt;so they tried to pull the blanket off him..&lt;br /&gt;but they could grab but not being able to lift the blanket..&lt;br /&gt;so they call for their sgts and they crowd ard this guy..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly he starts to scream and all of them freak out and ran out of the house..&lt;br /&gt;shortly after that..&lt;br /&gt;my CO, the 4 Ss and other big shot went to the house..&lt;br /&gt;the guy was still the same and was later brought to the medical center..&lt;br /&gt;no idea wat happen to him after tt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-4477933842125897949?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33889702.post-1202656676434689914</id><published>2008-10-31T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:01:00.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pegasus and Raven company also got ghost encounters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, if you don't sleep after lights out, there might be times where you will see a ball bounce and roll to your bed and then it will stop right in front of your bed..&lt;br /&gt;Then, you will see a little girl chasing after the ball and after picking it up, she will point to you and say "Ah Ma! This guy is not sleeping!" in malay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Ah Ma will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tekong, there are 10-14 beds in a bunk..&lt;br /&gt;So the one near the door is bed 1, then bed 2 beside bed 1 and so on..&lt;br /&gt;So each side of the bunk should have 5-7 beds..&lt;br /&gt;One night there was this recruit who just can't fall asleep His bed is Bed 3..&lt;br /&gt;He heard a sound in the middle of the night..&lt;br /&gt;a sound like feet scruffling...&lt;br /&gt;He opened his eyes and he turned green..&lt;br /&gt;when he saw a malay girl with a teddy bear sitting on the cupboard of the opposite bed!!..&lt;br /&gt;The little girl is saying something..&lt;br /&gt;"Satu.. Tidoh ( Number 1 sleeping..).. Dua.. Tidoh ( Number 2 sleeping)... Tiga Ta Tidoh...( number 3 not sleeping)"..&lt;br /&gt;The recruit saw her pointing at him..&lt;br /&gt;and he quickly pulled the blanket over his head..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly he felt something hit him..&lt;br /&gt;and then it was silence..&lt;br /&gt;The recruit thought it was the end and he peeked over his blanket..&lt;br /&gt;and he saw 2 eyes looking at him..&lt;br /&gt;the girl is standing right beside him!!&lt;br /&gt;The girl said again " TIGA TA TIDOH!!"..&lt;br /&gt;The recruit fainted..&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, he woke up in the medical centre..&lt;br /&gt;The doctor say he was suffering from severe fatigue..&lt;br /&gt;When he approached his bunkmates..&lt;br /&gt;the bunk mates asked him&lt;br /&gt;"Why you bring a teddy bear to camp?? must hug the bear to sleep ah?"&lt;br /&gt;The recruit turned green and his feet start to wobble..&lt;br /&gt;He was out of training and placed in a hospital where he stayed for 1 month..&lt;br /&gt;and we never knew what happen to him again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1202656676434689914?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1202656676434689914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1202656676434689914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1202656676434689914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1202656676434689914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/10/pegasus-and-raven-company-also-got.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-7466374997932917785</id><published>2008-10-30T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:37:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A story by Yong Jia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, it was during the third day of field camp..&lt;br /&gt;For those who are unfamiliar about it, a field camp is an extended period of outdoor training, during which you pick up skills like field camouflage, battle movement and such..&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it was some time in the late afternoon when we arrived at our camp site..&lt;br /&gt;We were ordered to set up camp there, and of course we had to get down to work immediately..&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall how long it was, but as I was hard at work digging the ditches, I heard a commotion further down the site..&lt;br /&gt;I saw the soldiers of the neighbouring platoon crowded over something..&lt;br /&gt;Being curious, my buddy and I wanted to go and see what happened, but our sergeant stopped us as he rushed by us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I witnessed, soon several PCs and the OC (officer commanding, or the officer in charge of our company) moved into the crowd..&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard him shouting something which I could not make out (due to the distance), and then a few minutes later, everything was over..&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, we were told to forget about it and just get back to training, but of course it lingered at the back of our minds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was much later, on the eve of our POP (passing-out parade) that we knew what actually happened back then..&lt;br /&gt;Apparently a recruit had been possessed, and was going through convulsions, uttering unintelligible things..&lt;br /&gt;His section commander immediately called for help..&lt;br /&gt;When the OC arrived, he uttered something in Malay, which was something along the lines of ordering the spirit to leave the recruit's body, before using his beret to slap the recruit..&lt;br /&gt;After some attempts, the convulsions stopped, and moments later, the recruit regained consciousness, with no knowledge of what happened to him earlier..&lt;br /&gt;The poor victim was given three days of Attn C (akin to sick leave) after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally such things would not have happened, but our section commander told us that the commanders actually misread the maps, and we pitched camp at a "virgin site" - not broken in, and still filled with the air of the wilderness..&lt;br /&gt;Normal camp sites would have been used by several batches of trainees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7466374997932917785?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7466374997932917785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7466374997932917785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7466374997932917785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7466374997932917785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-by-yong-jia.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-7718018343887666262</id><published>2008-10-29T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:01:45.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This 3 story is told by Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st story&lt;br /&gt;Hawk Platoon have just completed 10km route march, the weather was hot and most of us have difficulty walking a long distance like this carrying 10kg worth of equipment. Night fall came and we have finished the march returning arms and off to do all the necessary before we hit the slack. As I am the arm squad man for the day, I am tasked to fully check arms before closing of the arms store, as I make my way up to my bunk I felt that something was tailing me. I shake off everything as imagination, too tired perhaps or too sleepy to think correctly. Just then, I heard a voice shouting....&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to die let me jump, let me jump..."&lt;br /&gt;It is then I realised got free show... I was on the fifth floor and the voice came from the sixth which was my bunk... I ran up and got a fright of my life. It was dead quiet so quiet that you will hear a pin dropping... Then all of a sudden, I feel a blow into my ears... Trust me I ran for my life, I did not even look back and luckily for me my bunk is just maybe less than 8m away from me (I live near the staircase) . I then jump onto my bed, did not have the courage to bath or do anything. The next day I have a platoon mate who have third eyes (he is a typical ah beng, front tattoo Nezhe, back Guan Gong, side arm is Thai scripture which I don know how to spell sorry), he told me yesterday something was disturbing him and he look sad and told him he looking for a substitute. Then I know how lucky I am, lucky that day I did wear my Buddha that is why I managed to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd story&lt;br /&gt;Our whole platoon is at the range and firing away as this is the last range before we will be posted out to unit..&lt;br /&gt;As the toilet is under renovation I decided to run to the back and have a cigar as well as take a leak, I was wrong something even more sinister is waiting for me..&lt;br /&gt;It is a night range and yes, there are no light expect for the moon and the renovation toilet light.. I am urgent for a leak and cigar before I went for my final shoot, I told my officer I need to go to the gents and will be back 5 mins..&lt;br /&gt;He agrees and off I ran to the back, I took out my cigar and lighted it then took out my pistol shooting away happily until..&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the tree in front of me is shaking violently, so violently that it is swinging from left to right to and fro..&lt;br /&gt;I know that could be done by a monkey but come on it is nearly 12am and which idiot monkey would be so free?&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt something that I never felt before..&lt;br /&gt;My Buddha is getting hotter and hotter..&lt;br /&gt;I started to turn back throwing away my cigar, but not running and not wanting to alert any strange beings that will be following me..&lt;br /&gt;I begin to walk back just then that platoon mate of mine started to look into my direction and he shouted run..&lt;br /&gt;I ran back to his direction and he told me to shut up, my instructor then walked clamly over and asks my mate..&lt;br /&gt;"If this is a sick joke, you going to Detention Barracks, there is 3 misfire because of you.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok Sir before you charge me I want to speak to Encik"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok I will let u speak to him"&lt;br /&gt;Encik went next to him and they strated to whisper, my Encik ask me over in a while's time and ask me if I do wear a Buddha..&lt;br /&gt;I took out my Buddha and realised that it is broken into half..&lt;br /&gt;The casing and the gold surrounding it is ok just that the Buddha cracked in the middle by itself and it is greenish in color..&lt;br /&gt;The range was ceased and will be resumed the next day, thus all our schedule will be changed.. The day affair was kept a hush hush kind of thing but all of us know that something was wrong.. The next day came and I managed to catch hold of my mate..&lt;br /&gt;"Hey what did you see yesterday? I think it is something that I should not know but I hope that you will tell me."&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday I saw something sinister behind you and I tell you would not want to know.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok like that it is because of what my Buddha crack?"&lt;br /&gt;"That thing tried to harm you, it is taking out a knife or something like that and stabbing you.. I believe that is why your Buddha cracks and protected you."&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the events went naturally and nothing was discovered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Story&lt;br /&gt;Posted to unit 41 SAR&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I was being ordered around and I have little friends and most of them I do not know them at all..&lt;br /&gt;At that time I am a driver (I am sure you will say that is good life but I lost a good 15kg so tell me is it a lousy life?), I am doing more duties more than others..&lt;br /&gt;I then was out field in one events that make me more cautious of my surrounding..&lt;br /&gt;Aug 2nd&lt;br /&gt;I was out field and damn tired driving my 3 toner, had not slept for more than 21 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a chance to rest but during resting a few tanks went pass me and at the rate, it is going I can count four tanks per 15 mins..&lt;br /&gt;The exercise ended at 2330 hrs and I need to clean my vehicle first in Sungei Gedong before I can move out..&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning I am all alone driving back to my main unit in CCK (attached to HQ Amour), I always thought that I might met something along the way as I need to go through cemeteries before I can hit the expressway..&lt;br /&gt;But luckily never met (if you read properly that is the seventh month), I am happily driving back to my unit..&lt;br /&gt;I drove past my guardhouse and was humming to myself as tomorrow is the weekend..&lt;br /&gt;I then proceed to park my vehicle in my vehicle lot..&lt;br /&gt;That is where the nightmare begins..&lt;br /&gt;While reversing I always make sure I look properly otherwise got charge or sabo also don know why..&lt;br /&gt;As I was reversing I stepped on the brake making my brake light on, to my horror I saw a figure behind waving to me..&lt;br /&gt;I stopped the vehicle and confirmed again to make sure rubbed my eyes and figure is gone..&lt;br /&gt;I confirm saw that thing but it just disappears, I decided to reverse again (my Encik is a Devil if did not do properly hehe confirmed weekend burned)..&lt;br /&gt;Just when reversing I heard a loud bong..&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on the brake again and look in my rear mirror; I was very shocked that there was this figure or rather half figure and waving at me..&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on my fuel to drive into my MT line..&lt;br /&gt;I jumped down the vehicle and left the engine running ran into the room and my two duty driver look at me, with what the hell look..&lt;br /&gt;I told them what I saw, they told me they have experienced the force tonight and that is why they did not sleep..&lt;br /&gt;They felt a hand pulling their leg and slapping on their face..&lt;br /&gt;I was then accompanied by my mate to off the engine and sleep together in the office, yes in the morning I did not wake up early enough and my Encik came into the room with his face black and told me "You today no need to go home"&lt;br /&gt;That’s the life of a NSF man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-7718018343887666262?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/7718018343887666262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=7718018343887666262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7718018343887666262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/7718018343887666262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-3-story-is-told-by-eugene-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-1955489822925651261</id><published>2008-10-28T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:58:19.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During Jack basic military training in Pulau Tekong in 1997, there were a number of supernatural occurrences, but what seemed most intriguing was that of the bed shaking incident..&lt;br /&gt;There was once when two of Jack platoon mate complained to Sergeant that their bed was shaking, more accurately, someone or something was kicking their beds while they were sleeping at night..&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty big thing, as their Sergeants actually accompanied them in their bunks when they slept at night, sergeants even enforced that if were to go to the toilet at night, they were supposed to get out buddy to accompany..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why Sergeants joined them in the bunk was that as recruits, they did not have the privilege to posses the SAF Crest, which is usually found on all berets..&lt;br /&gt;The Sergeants on the other hand, had..&lt;br /&gt;The thing about the Crest was that it was told that it has been blessed by the four religions in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;The poster of the SAF pledge was also ordered to be pasted at the exits of the bunk.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that the problem was only pushed aside and not solved at the root, the Sergeants realized that this disturbance occurred only after their “Parents Visit Day”..&lt;br /&gt;Remembering also that The Chinese New Year had just passed and Tekong used to be a Muslim island (that’s why pork could never be brought into the bunks), the Sergeants came to the conclusion that some ignorant parents probably brought some pork (maybe BBQ pork), ate in the bunk and possibly dropped some in the bunk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus a proper area cleaning of the bunk was done..&lt;br /&gt;What exactly was the cause of the kicking could not be confirmed, but Jack  friends had more peaceful sleep after the area cleaning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that what the Sergeants concluded was right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is out there for them to find out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-1955489822925651261?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/1955489822925651261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=1955489822925651261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/1955489822925651261'/><link rel='self' 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dark..&lt;br /&gt;So halfway during their patrolling..&lt;br /&gt;They saw an officer walking towards them..&lt;br /&gt;So the officer ask what they were doing there..&lt;br /&gt;And they replied..&lt;br /&gt;After that he walked off..&lt;br /&gt;After he walked off..&lt;br /&gt;Ray and his partner thought how come he didn't use any torchlight..&lt;br /&gt;So they wanted to pass one torchlight to him..&lt;br /&gt;But when they turned back..&lt;br /&gt;No sign of the officer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing..&lt;br /&gt;Not scary..&lt;br /&gt;but just wan to tell u all that..&lt;br /&gt;cannot bring pork to the camp is true one..&lt;br /&gt;Cause got one time one of Ray friend brought ba teng and put inside the cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, the whole cupboard flew up and stuck it onto the ceiling..&lt;br /&gt;They were stunned..&lt;br /&gt;So they faster called their officer..&lt;br /&gt;And when the officer came..&lt;br /&gt;he quickly threw his crest up and hit the cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;Then the cupboard dropped down with a loud "bom"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I will update more on bring pork to Tekong....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-6893371913817126025?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/6893371913817126025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=6893371913817126025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6893371913817126025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/6893371913817126025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/10/ray-and-his-buddy-doing-patrolling-one.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-424898451097197396</id><published>2008-10-23T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:32:10.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here another stroy told by Jame.....&lt;br /&gt;It happen on a evening while James was doing COS..&lt;br /&gt;Its around 6pm, the whole company bookout for nightoff..&lt;br /&gt;Being the duty personal, he L L (lan lan) stay in office..&lt;br /&gt;Having only him around, he lay on the sofa and fell asleep..&lt;br /&gt;Its around 6.30pm..&lt;br /&gt;When he was sleeping halfway, he heard alot of people walking outside the corridor..&lt;br /&gt;Something like many people dragging their feet, like slippers too..&lt;br /&gt;He thought his bunkmate are back..&lt;br /&gt;He open the door and took a look..&lt;br /&gt;His expression was eye big big..&lt;br /&gt;Cold wind blow at his face..&lt;br /&gt;He was quite freak out..&lt;br /&gt;There was no one outside at all..&lt;br /&gt;Not a single soul..&lt;br /&gt;He quickly close the door, on the TV make some noise to calm himself down..&lt;br /&gt;Then watch TV pretend nothing happen..&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the rest will come back soon..&lt;br /&gt;looking at the time its only 7pm..&lt;br /&gt;Next day he told his bunkmate about it..&lt;br /&gt;Many told him that similar thing happen to them too..&lt;br /&gt;The dragging sound outside the corridor..&lt;br /&gt;There is a stone in the camp which say this camp use to hold the POW..&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its the POW dragging their feet as they walk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-424898451097197396?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/424898451097197396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=424898451097197396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/424898451097197396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/424898451097197396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-another-stroy-told-by-jame.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-5099569426352444184</id><published>2008-10-22T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:49:13.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Story: It is a well-known fact that Pulau Tekong has a number of ghosts..&lt;br /&gt;Some of you readers may have read or heard about the ghost at Charlie Company at the old basic military camp I..&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, some versions that I read or heard have been distorted over the years..&lt;br /&gt;Here, I hope to set the record straight..&lt;br /&gt;Instructors and trainees of Charlie Company, Infantry Training Depot during the March-June 1983 period can vouch for my version of the story..&lt;br /&gt;It is NOT my intention to revive hurtful memories especially for the bereaved family or to blame anyone, but purely to narrate facts as they had happened..&lt;br /&gt;The starting point of this true story should be the 16 Km route march about 18 years ago.. Before the march, the Officer Commanding of the company asked the trainees whether anyone was sick or not feeling well..&lt;br /&gt;No one put up his hand..&lt;br /&gt;But there was a trainee among the company, Recruit Tham W.K., who was down with flu but did not put up his hand..&lt;br /&gt;Then the route march started..&lt;br /&gt;The platoons took turns to lead the company after each break during the route march.. Sometimes, the pace of the march became too hot for some trainees, who could not keep pace and had to fall out..&lt;br /&gt;They became stragglers and had to be picked up by a few instructors walking at the rear of the company..&lt;br /&gt;The landrover with the medical orderly was also supposed to be at the rear..&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Tham fell out and managed to slip out of view by taking cover in the forest..&lt;br /&gt;He was not to be seen alive again..&lt;br /&gt;During subsequent rest breaks, there were head-counts..&lt;br /&gt;He was presumed to be with the medical orderly..&lt;br /&gt;It was only in the evening after the route march, when the the rifles were due to be returned to the armoury, that they realised Tham was missing..&lt;br /&gt;They went to the medical centre but he was not there..&lt;br /&gt;The instructors feared the worst..&lt;br /&gt;Overnight, they organised a night-search party for him, re-tracing the 16-Km route taken earlier in the day..&lt;br /&gt;They could not find him..&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the entire Camp I ceased training and batches of instructors and trainees were dispatched to find Tham..&lt;br /&gt;It was only about 5 p.m..&lt;br /&gt;that his own platoon commander (PC) found his corpse..&lt;br /&gt;Near a forest track junction, the PC noticed a half-pictched tent..&lt;br /&gt;He called out but there was no response..&lt;br /&gt;As he neared the tent, he noticed many flies buzzing around and detected a foul stench..&lt;br /&gt;There lay before him his dead trainee, lying with one hand holding his rifle and the other hand outstretched with a water bottle, with its cover opened..&lt;br /&gt;The PC broke down in tears and wept openly..&lt;br /&gt;(A subsequent post-mortem showed that Tham had apparently died of stomach rupture. When his body system was still hot from the heat of the route march, against the advice of instructors, he had apparently gulped down massive amounts of water suddenly. It was like pouring ice cubes into a thin glass of hot water, which can cause the glass to crack. But the post mortem also found puncture marks on his body, which could not be satisfactorily explained to this day.)&lt;br /&gt;It was left to the Company Sergeant Major and his landrover driver to drive the corpse back to camp for transfer to the mortuary..&lt;br /&gt;It was twilight at that time..&lt;br /&gt;Inexplicably, the engine could not start..&lt;br /&gt;The thought of the two of them spending the night with the corpse unnerved them..&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, they somehow had the engine started and returned safely to base..&lt;br /&gt;The late Tham was promoted to NCO and cremated at Mount Vernon with full military honours..&lt;br /&gt;As the company trainees lined the road snaking up to the crematorium to salute our late comrade, it was a heart-breaking sight to see a distraught mother being supported by two daughters following the hearse..&lt;br /&gt;A few instructors returned to the site where he departed from this world, to offer incense and prayers..&lt;br /&gt;One instructor asked the late Tham not to come back and haunt us, but rather to express his last wishes in a dream so that his soul could rest in peace after his wishes were fulfilled..&lt;br /&gt;But Tham did not listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1: One of the instructors came to the Platoon 9 bunk to remove his personal effects..&lt;br /&gt;When he opened up his metal cupboard, there was a foul stench from inside that could not be explained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2: In the dead of the night, some trainees of Charlie Company heard Tham's voice shouting for the platoon or company to fall in at the common company compound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 3 (more scary): One of the platoon 9 section mates woke up in the middle of the night and saw the white figure of Tham's ghost standing in front of his former cupboard! He bolted to the next double-decker bed, grabbed to share his blanket and said "ghost!" The next morning, the platoon mates could see two trainees pale and ashened by the encounter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 4: During one of the subsequent route marches (by Golf Company), the company noticed a figure of a soldier in full battle order standing in the distance among some trees..&lt;br /&gt;The OC (a former Commando Captain) dashed forward to take a closer look..&lt;br /&gt;He quickly ordered the whole company to double past without slowing down to see what he saw.. Subsequent route marches were diverted to avoid that area of sighting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I last set foot on Pulau Tekong in June 1983..&lt;br /&gt;But I heard that the bunk in which the late Tham used was converted into a lecture room and subsequently into a store room..&lt;br /&gt;The room was installed with padlocked doors for obvious reasons..&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, generations of trainees who became instructors passed down their version of Tham's story by word of mouth, which unfortunately got distorted in the process..&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was taken from &lt;a onclick="urchinTracker ('/outgoing/http_www_sfogs_com');" href="http://www.sfogs.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.sfogs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5099569426352444184?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/5099569426352444184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=5099569426352444184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5099569426352444184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5099569426352444184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-story-it-is-well-known-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-2736992949527630912</id><published>2008-10-21T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:33:52.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some story for those guy going to NS soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happen in P.Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;Sean start BMT few years back ago.&lt;br /&gt;He inside this company.&lt;br /&gt;Then they have to do cleaning every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;but strangely he and his platoon mate keep picking up long strand of hair.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine tekong got people with long hair a not?&lt;br /&gt;So the whole platoon push the blame to one of the Sikh platoon mate,&lt;br /&gt;saying maybe he loss hair.&lt;br /&gt;Damn sway, everyone passed out except Sean because he failed his 3-month BMT,&lt;br /&gt;so extend..&lt;br /&gt;no choice..&lt;br /&gt;He join a new bunch of newbies..&lt;br /&gt;However they still pick up the long strand of hair after the sikh left and now THERE IS NO MORE SIKH..&lt;br /&gt;But life just pass on..&lt;br /&gt;So one day, a bunch of them go toilet..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly they ran back leaving one guy behind in toilet..&lt;br /&gt;Sean that time damn tired cause of the training that day is damn fierce..&lt;br /&gt;the other all wake him up and all the bunk mate go see where the guy..&lt;br /&gt;The guy have passed out and then they sent him to CGH..&lt;br /&gt;According to them they all go toilet and all of them saw a lady in white..&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is long just like Sadako and cover the face one..&lt;br /&gt;"All scared and run back, forgetting to tell the one who pass out, he was doing some business"&lt;br /&gt;But the most scary thing happened here,&lt;br /&gt;the doctor say the guys has nothing wrong,&lt;br /&gt;although he goes into coma for a few days..&lt;br /&gt;But he cannot explain the sypmtom of what this guys has:&lt;br /&gt;"WHY THE GUY NIPPLE GOT MILK FLOW OUT, JUST LIKE A WOMAN?"&lt;br /&gt;All of them know got scared,&lt;br /&gt;including Sean..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when the guy came to join them back,&lt;br /&gt;everyone treated it as nothing happen and don't even dare to laugh at the guy..&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, another friend of Sean named "Xiang" who goes into the same company..&lt;br /&gt;Sean recently ask "xiang" got any strange encounters there a not..&lt;br /&gt;"xiang" just say to Sean..&lt;br /&gt;"I and my group mate keep picking up long strand of hair? Who the hell in tekong got long hair one? I think got Hantu Tete"&lt;br /&gt;Sean dun dare to tell "xiang" what he encounter unless "xiang" book out from that company..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-2736992949527630912?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/2736992949527630912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=2736992949527630912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/2736992949527630912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/2736992949527630912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-story-for-those-guy-going-to-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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-33889702.post-5579544758972138618</id><published>2008-10-20T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:47:08.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally completed 7week of FYP..&lt;br /&gt;5 more week to go including this week..&lt;br /&gt;Good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't get it..&lt;br /&gt;Why that 2 girl can be so fuck up..&lt;br /&gt;Walk pass my and my friend..&lt;br /&gt;Walk back again and say..&lt;br /&gt;"MA DE DUO BU SHUAI DE!!"&lt;br /&gt;And it spoil that day the BBQ mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't get it..&lt;br /&gt;Why girl tend to judge a person by look..&lt;br /&gt;Can't they understand how a ugly person feeling..&lt;br /&gt;What if they were that person..&lt;br /&gt;come on..&lt;br /&gt;Think about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33889702-5579544758972138618?l=asworlds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/feeds/5579544758972138618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33889702&amp;postID=5579544758972138618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5579544758972138618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33889702/posts/default/5579544758972138618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asworlds.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-completed-7week-of-fyp.html' title=''/><author><name>asw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538782762025394063</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>
