<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36170785</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:48:29.592-07:00</updated><category term='Simply Shaun...'/><title type='text'>Shaun's Sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts, arriere-pensee, esprit d'escalier, my sanctuary...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36170785.post-428491052748130441</id><published>2007-08-21T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:23:30.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simply Shaun...'/><title type='text'>The Inauguration of the Aftermath</title><content type='html'>I'm back to my spiderweb-ridden blog once more! Man SOOOOOOOOO much has happened after army, it probably take MILLENIUMS to say everything! Guess i just write this much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of the service, and gladly too! I was so surprised that my camp warrant officer sent me a thank you and farewell SMS to my phone, that many of my ex-colleagues in camp and exisiting friends cum victims in that camp were surprised to see as well.... I do feel a bit of nostalgia coming out of that place, but i'm pretty sure it stay as a page of bittersweet memories in my life's mental photo album... oh and BTW, Kai and Ben, The bet is still on and i'm pretty damned sure you will lose..ROFL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically slacked for the first one to two months after NS as i didn't know what i wanted to do. I wanted to do ELKEN full time, to much of disapproval of my friends, family and relatives, and even "colleagues" in that place as well. "Better do part time lah, Shaun....." For a while i was adamant about it, but soon realized that i was pretty much wasting time at home playing games at home or going out with not purpose... SOOOOO, i went to a job agency to find work.. Oh and btw, did i mention i did go to the gym here and then too in the morning? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this job agency called Recruit Express and they found me a job a few days later at their admin office in Alexandra Hospital. Went there for two weeks and found out that the environment was meh....., the people there weren't that nice except for one or two of them, and the work was SOOOOO boring and repetitive and darned mindless, i hated it! Needless to say, the supervisor there told me at the near end of my second working week there that it was my last day, i was damn shocked and a little disappointed but yet a bit relieved to leave the place. Had some interesting memories there like the FANTASTIC Iced Mocha Soy w/o pearls which was sold at the cafeteria there and a pretty but exotic looking girl i had some eye contact with who was working at the hospital. Nothing much happened , so meh... =/ (BTW, anyone of you who is going to AH for w/e reason should go there and try it, its great!!!!) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further addition: There was one guy called Lawrence who was in his thirties working there for two months, turned out that he was deeply unsatisfied with his work and resigned on the same day i was asked to leave. And one temp came to work on my second last day and never came back the following day... Soooo, its 3 of us who exited that place! What a bang eh? Whoever the next temp who takes over my position from there will find LOADS of work there... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i had a bad experience not too long ago...My friend Kai Loon brought me to this KTV called Bottoms Up and i met his friend's friend, who was called Lyn. She's a model, and looks really attractive. I tried to chase her, but she ended up being interested in Kai Loon's other friend, William. They ended leaving together after an episode and Kai Loon and his other friend, Karissa could sense i was deeply unhappy about it but they assured me that William wasn't interested in her. I could sense otherwise and i was right.... Kai Loon called to tell me that William was getting married on October 13 and his bride-to-be was ..... Lyn! I was only slightly surprised but i kinda anticipated that it was a event to be happy. I did wish them happiness when i called him, and both of them invited me to their wedding, so...meh, why not? Kai Loon and William even told me that Lyn had over 20 galfriends coming to the wedding as well..(OH COME ON, i can smell what they are hinting MILES AWAY) I'm not getting my hopes up for sure and but i definitely won't miss their marriage reception. Congrats William and Lyn! (Of course, i was kinda sad about the earlier issue but ultimately i still wished them the best sincerely ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one thing... William's mother passed about 2-3 weeks before the wedding announcement, after the bar issue... I did turn up at his mum's funeral and offered "white gold" and my condolences, and of course apologized that i had no time to wrap up as i was going with Kai Loon to the job agency on that day when he chose to break the news to me. I immediately alighted at Queenstown MRT with him and went there. William was genuinely glad that i turned up and expressed his thoughts that i was a good person even though we only met once and he sorta "snatched" away "my" girl. We did stayed to chat for almost an hour and told William i had to go, and that we will catch up, and man this wedding event really made sure of that...haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found work again at the National Council of Social Service, which is located in the Ulu Pandan CC. Its a really great place although i was late for my first day, because i simply couldn't find the place and ended up walking to MOE and the Civil Service College... &gt;_&gt; The people are really nice, the work is great and the environment is fantastic! I do my best to stay my term here, for sure! Apparently this place does projects like organizing the functions for the awards like the National Day Award, President's Social Service Award, and the like. I'm doing admin work to assist my superior in his field and that's about all i can say on this blog, seeing that its confidential stuff...(Ok, i'm blogging during office hours now but meh, i finished my work now so it aint that bad, and with two hours left to 6pm, who's to say? :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened today... We were going to Holland V to eat for lunch and we were happily chatting on the way back and forth. When we reached our office, Zahid (one of the temp there) remarked that the sweat on my back formed an almost perfect image of a pair of angel wings.. Don't believe me? Check my msn avatar when i upload the picture to my computer sometime tonight.. ROFL. He snapped a picture of it using my camera hp and i was quite stunned when i saw the picture for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Shaun is no angel and the angel wings image formed by the sweat on his back of his yellow shirt was a pure coincidence... Do not ask him to fly as he has a fear of heights... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i finally started to wear office wear and honestly i didn't like the feeling at first, as i was like a T-Shirt and Jeans kinda guy but it's ok now... I even wear a coat and tie on ELKEN's system meetings and important events and many people remarked to my upline that i look so handsome wearing it on my first time.... Hehe ^_^ And i saw this girl in the company and managed to find out from people around her that she's called HuiYi. She simply looked so much like "Her" and i wondered if i could try to approach her.... I'm just so damn bloody shy even though my upline knows i like her and have been egging me to make the first move to talk to her.... Ergh.. What do i do?! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i finally managed to get the courage to dump all my games! I gathered four big plastic bags to keep my PC , PSP, NDS and PS2 games in them with the console and charger as well, as well as all of the guide books that i bought with some games... So, anyone who's interested to buy any of 'em, please let me know, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lenghty entry i posted! I can't think of any more majro stuff to add for now... so i guessed i just end it here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To the "She" that i know, you are still on my thoughts on nights that i sleep, and i even dreamed of you recently, although i thought i forgotten you already... HuiYi really looks like you, you know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-428491052748130441?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/428491052748130441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=428491052748130441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/428491052748130441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/428491052748130441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2007/08/inauguration-of-aftermath.html' title='The Inauguration of the Aftermath'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36170785.post-214648317855451691</id><published>2007-06-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T08:37:18.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Mental again!!!!</title><content type='html'>WHASSUP ALL, IM BACK! Wow, its been that long since i last posted! January 14 eh &gt;_&gt; Actually... i'm not sure whether there be anyone reading my blog at all, so i probably might be ranting to open space again. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, so much has happened since i last posted. Been on my weight losing regime as usual (fucked up as usual), spending more time out with friends and less on games, learning the ropes of my future career... etc. and of course, spent less time moping about girls and how hard to get , the little critters they can be &lt;_&lt; Army life is getting better now that i'm real close to ROD, although there are still real god damned moments that no one wants to be in... The usual Sai kang, last minute shit are still plenty abound, blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's financial situation is seeing some good tidings, and i learnt never to take good things and good luck for granted , cos when its gone, the blow comes on H.A.R.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my bro Jerome is still being the usual bastard, always telling me about the harem of gals that he knows, blah blah , and one guy in my camp who keeps insisting that he did not do volunteer work for girls only... what a pinocchio he is xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also starting to feel that every new year, every new month or day, there is new stuff in store for me, be it good or bad. Not that i feel old, but its just being overwhelming being looking back and reminiscing about all that's happened, that kind of feeling some of you bloody well can understand, yeah? That kind of time, when u think back every night while listening to slow enchanting songs, its like a dream to me, that EMO feeling that you people fervently deny...but i relish in xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , i'm currently playing Monster Hunter Freedom on the PSP with my bros in army, like H.A.C.K.S Desmond and his brother, GanBuC9 Benjamin! I also got to know their friend, Nick. Cool dude, weird but still wacky xD Man, the countless overnight stays in their house chionging bosses and feeling the adrenaline of the hunt, the experience is so damn priceless. Come early morning, the three of us (excluding Nick that mofo), we all be sleeping exhausted in every possible corner of his room. Man, Hunter's night rocks! (as long as NickPerv doesn't pangseh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this post is also for Des and Ben's grandmother, who recently departed from them. I'm not a christian but i wish for Jesus to watch over her soul and bring her to paradise, never to suffer again :) I'm doing this because shes a christian so i think thats appropriate...yeah :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..what else.. Oh yes! How could i forget my other 2 good bros in army, namely Kaiyuan and Ben(not Des's brother). Though Kai has a lazy eye and Ben cannot hear in one ear, their heart of gold and other qualities MORE than make up for that disability :) They are bloody good KBox goers, especially Ben! POWER SIA! xD  Just stop singing the Gatsby song to me again, i so regretted introduced singing that song in camp, now NEARLY everyone is doing that, but lets keep it as nearly, not EVERYONE, ok? &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently met Lewis, one of my best poly pals and he was so surprised as to how much i changed, both physically and mentally, and of course they were for the better, according to what he said. Maybe its because i basically pretty much paid for the popcorn and the movie tickets, but what the heck, what is money for a firm relationship? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been learning quite some stuff on some important pressure points and major blood vessels or the human body as an optional part of my career. Did you know there are points near your ankle that can affect your hair fall, teeth strength, sense of balance etc.? Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately, i just dunno why but on someone lonely nights , i think of "Her" again and wonder how she's been. Dunno why that would happen , but oh well, stupid dumb me *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess thats all the big stuff that i can think of, i might add in more as i think again some time. Until then! ^_^ Love to all !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-214648317855451691?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/214648317855451691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=214648317855451691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/214648317855451691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/214648317855451691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-mental-again.html' title='Being Mental again!!!!'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36170785.post-116879135011250087</id><published>2007-01-14T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:18:13.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple note to the princess in my mind</title><content type='html'>Hey vivian, its being a longggggggg while. I still remember the days when you were the bright star in the class while i watched you from a distance.. You were just so sweet, bubbly and lively and very much the caring soul that everyone wanted to be with.I didn't have much experience with girls in the past but was very glad that you didn't really mind talking to me (I'm not sure if you think that way, but at least that's what i do..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember the days when we were having exams? I was index number 4 and you were 5. Whenever we were starting exams or ended our exams, i would turn around to you and start frantically discussing with you about the questions and how the answers were supposed to be. I still remember the days like it just happened yesterday.What about the days when you always used to nag at me about playing computer games in class? I do regret not listening to you but I have changed myself ever since i entered NS. I went on some weight losing phase on my own and can quite confidently say life is more than just games.I guess i'm not gonna update my latest picture on friendster with one reason to remind myself how fat i was and never to repeat history again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember those days when i bought a HP Cd-Writer and you always wanted to burn your Speed MTVs and songs on the cds!!! Haha, i remembered dissing you about your japanese songs and how strange they sounded, and look, My iPod is just full of Jap Anime / Game (a little only) and very few english and chinese songs!Sadly, i also remembered i made that BIGGGGG mistake of joking to you on that faithful day.. You wanted to borrow my writer again so you msg me on ICQ. i then half-jokingly said that you would have to go out with me if i lent you it. Since then, you have been avoiding me like the plague, and the guys in the class teased me madly about it, telling me about where you lived, what buses to take to there.Of course, i was WAYYYYY too embarrased to listen and just brushed them aside. Since then, i think the class figured out i had a crush on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that episode, we almost completely never talked to each other again, and you never replied any of my SMS or took any of my calls when i wanted to invite you to the movies... My days ever since then became dark and gloomy and we parted our own ways after we graduated. I was quite surprised that you added my friendster request half a year after we lost contact although you never talked to me.Well, you did a few months back when i talked to you out of the blue when you came online on MSN. Granted, your status was always set to Busy, but i managed to find out you went to Uni and was busy on a project that day. When i asked for your phone number, you told me you are intending to change it and will tell me when you have your new number. After that, i didnt dare bothered you and left you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met many girls on the countless bus rides, MRT transits but i just can't seem to get you out of my head. I admit that i still have a crush on you after all these years.. Here i am, typing this message to you, wondering where i got the courage to dare message you. But then i read this email from a friend to daringly express your love for someone for you never know what will happen to you tomorrow.. so i just want to give it my all.I am not asking you to love me this instant or asking you to give me a chance... but... I just had to get it off my chest. My HP number is 91127267 in case you deleted it. And uh... its all up to you to decide how to respond? Anyway, best of luck in whatever you do and flying colours to your Uni results! Just know that i will always be behind you praying for you and if you ever need someone like to me to talk to, i will not disappoint you. I got to go, its late and i have to go to camp tomorrow! Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-116879135011250087?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/116879135011250087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=116879135011250087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116879135011250087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116879135011250087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2007/01/simple-note-to-princess-in-my-mind.html' title='A simple note to the princess in my mind'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36170785.post-116597929765175379</id><published>2006-12-12T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:08:17.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new perspective</title><content type='html'>Just another day of December in camp where there are super few people around. I was eating noodles alone in the camp canteen when i saw one of my camp buddy, Jonathan, walking over. I was like "Great, and i wanted to be left alone today &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did chatted for a bit and then he asked me "Eh, why you so sian?". I contemplated for a bit and then asked him "What are you looking forward to nowadays?" He was silent for a few moments and then he replied "Why, i look forward to life as a Singaporean. I'm privileged to have a good education, a stable background and a happy family" He then turned to me and said " You can look forward to your swimming / jogging regime like you have been doing everyday for one year plus. You can look forward to your weight losing goal. You look quite great nowadays, you know" The answer i got from him was something i totally didnt expected at all and realised that i have overlooked the simple blessings in life that i have. True, my family income is deteoriating, my relationship with my parents are at oods, I'm struggling to find the answer to what i want to do after NS (not to mention the sad fact that i'm still sing**) But it could have been worse. My family could have been bankrupt, my parents could have divorced or god knows what could happen *shudder &gt;_&lt;* or something like that. So i guess i hold on tight to that thin little thread of fate and do my best everyday. Maybe my life will change for the better? Whatever it is, i have my own two hands to mould my destiny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-116597929765175379?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/116597929765175379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=116597929765175379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116597929765175379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116597929765175379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-perspective.html' title='A new perspective'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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-36170785.post-116506108826433628</id><published>2006-12-02T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T04:04:48.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old friend..</title><content type='html'>I met fiona, a poly classmate of mine from quite a while back. We didn't had much chance to talk as she was going to her boyfriend's place and was catching a bus. But what i learned from her is that most of the classmates were all attached and one guy, Freddie, was married with a kid!! Wow, ain't that early? Seems like i'm the only one single now.. Sigh &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-116506108826433628?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/116506108826433628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=116506108826433628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116506108826433628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116506108826433628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2006/12/old-friend.html' title='An old friend..'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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-36170785.post-116494874538427058</id><published>2006-12-01T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:07:45.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad times..</title><content type='html'>Bad things are sprouting in my life like grass after the rain. My dad's small shipping business has apparently run aground and have shifted back to our own home to cut down on overhead costs as well as rent. As a result, my dad and mum are almost always at home and tensions run high as stress builds up between me and them. I used to see them only at night, which was good as i can do my own work and maybe play some games. Now whenever i'm doing any of my own personal stuff, my dad will come in and nag me and ask me to help them out. Not that i don't want to, but the thing is i'm already tired from the work i get in camp and my daily exercise i do(swim or jog) that i reach home at nine plus. A few games and relaxation and its eleven coming twelve! D'OH MAN!  My streak of bad luck is dogging me as ever and i am still... single...lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember i used to be very mindful of it as many of my friends are getting attached and that when i want to go out, i can't ask them out anymore as they have to accompany their girlfriends. The fact that the increasing number of couples i see whereever i go never fails to bring me mixed emotions. I smile to myself when i see a couple spending time sweetly with each other and yet feel a bitter sting to my heart when i think of myself. Many of my friends always used to say "Your time will come, Shaun". I pretty much sure that its my time on earth will be up more than i ever find my significant other. Sure, there are some girl friends that told me to treasure this time when i'm still single as i will miss it when it's gone. Frankly i never been in a relationship before so i cannot say i understand that. That and a thousand other lines of pity / guidance / whatever that i am so damn bloody sick of hearing about. For now, i guess i just hold on to whatever i have. What matters the most to me now is my iPod which i absolutely cannot live without and also my weight losing goal. Its the only reason that i live on with a vengeance, the thing i wake up to everyday to go to camp... My social life is next to zero (maybe zero already, who knows.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of other stuff that are a constant bother in my life but what i mentioned are the major concerns i have in my life so far. Guess i got to be strong and tide all these over, cos life still goes on after all. If i don't be strong and help myself, who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have a go at this site -&gt;  http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Bright Star Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/bright-star-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shining star, you have no trouble being the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you often feel a bit hurt when all eyes aren't on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be number one in everything, no matter how trivial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's this ego that both hurts your confidence and helps you acheive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic and a powerhouse of pure energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posess a divine quality or uniqueness that's hard to define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural performer, it's likely you'll become famous in some circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just learn not to take everyone's reaction to you so personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul and Prophet Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-116494874538427058?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/116494874538427058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=116494874538427058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116494874538427058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116494874538427058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-times.html' title='Bad times..'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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-36170785.post-116428948676249015</id><published>2006-11-23T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T05:46:27.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the first non serendipitious discovery but...(part 3)</title><content type='html'>I continued my daily jogging regime as days became weeks, and weeks became months. My stamina gradually improved and i was doing longer duration jogs unconciously. Initially when i started, i could only do fifteen minutes of sprint /stop before collapsing in a heap. Then it became 20minutes, half an hour 3 months ago, and now i could do an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its all thanks to my beloved iPOD Nano that i could go that far. I initially had some dumb brand mp3 player that broke down in only 2 months (it only costed $100+ and was a AA battery user) and another one that spoiled when i forgot to take it out of the washing machine. My decision to buy the iPOD was certainly a excellent investment as it accompanied me throughout most of my jogging time and now even as i go out, i never forget to leave home without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first pains i experienced was in my sides of my waist, my back and my shins. They ached ever so terribly whenever i jogged and was so bad, i nearly cried out sometimes when i tried to limp back home. Good ol' mum would rub the ointment on my shins and i would act like a pig being muffled while having its trotters slowly sawn off.. X_X But the efforts paid off gradually. Extremely slowly but surely, people started commenting that i lost weight. That praise and encouragement was enough to fuel my attempts further! My blood sugar count went down and the doctor said i was managing my diabetes condition somewhat well. Then, i started experience knee pains that still stayed till today. I swim most of the time now as even though i bought knee pads, i didnt want to risk hurting my ligaments etc. by wearing off my knees like that. My clothes got looser faster than ever by the weeks and months, and my Giordano dropped 1 size , and i'm currently looking to buy an even smaller size one this week. I was literally buying a new size every 2 months but it was god damn worth it! My saga continues as i aim to hit 77 kg (I'm not very sure about my current weight now as i hardly get the chance to weigh myself but last it was around 85 2-3 weeks ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i be in time to greet the new year when i hit my goal weight? I definitely celebrate christmas happily though ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-116428948676249015?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/116428948676249015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=116428948676249015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116428948676249015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116428948676249015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-first-non-serendipitious-discovery_23.html' title='Not the first non serendipitious discovery but...(part 3)'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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-36170785.post-116247692488324793</id><published>2006-11-02T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T06:15:24.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the first non serendipitious discovery but...(part 2)</title><content type='html'>I committed to myself to look great again and mentally prepared to go through a tough period.. But who would have thought of it.. It was really hell as i think back. I started my diet of no rice and purely vegetables and meat. My mood declined and i became extremely irritable, and i basically snapped at my poor camp friends at the slightest thing like talking too loudly while i was doing work or disturbing me when i'm sleeping. I do apologise a while afterward but i just can't help it... I felt really terrible. My jogging regime was even worse. I practically forced myself to jog / run / sprint and many times collapsed in a heap. It was really terrible. Many times i felt like giving up and laze at home, but it was mum who keep pressuring me to go jog or so. I would create that "forced-to-do-it" feeling that i always harbour against my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i felt like snacking or eating extra portions, it was also mum who stopped me and again made me hate her for not letting me eat. Granted, i could ignore her and continue but something inside me made me gave in to what she tells me to. I became more active in sports and stuff, and who would have though of that... I had to stop my regime for 2 weeks entirely, during this year's chinese new year period. I forgot to bring my shoes during our camp's weekly games day and couldn't play soccer with the rest of them. Being the chums they are, they knew i trying to lose weight and again pressured me to join them. After playing a while in half uniform with working shoes (=.="), i realised that my reflexes were real handicapped because of the shoes.... SOOO, i took it off and had only socks on my feet as i played. Oh yes, did i mention it was a god damn street soccer court? The floor was rock hard concrete, and soon i feel a strange sensation building in both the soles of my feet. I ignored it and continued playing soccer. After about almost an hour, i literally felt my feet burning and so i stopped. At first, i assumed it must be the friction only so i paid it no mind, but with every step i take, a sharp stinging pain jolted both my feet and i had to walk on the sides of my feet in a strange manner, albeit to the stares coming from everyone. It was then when i got home and took off my socks that i had the shock of my life.... The entire skin of both feet soles were peeling off!!! No wonder i felt so terrible when i tried to walk. Can you imagine the pain of walking slowly and painfully to get water to drink or thinking twice about whether to answer nature's call when i had a stomachache or had a full bladder. Many times, i had to endure the miserable feeling until i absolutely couldnt stand it and limped / hobbled my way to the toilet to relieve myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on getting a MC from a doctor to tide it over so i got mum to bring me to a polyclinic and i called my camp warrant officer to tell him what happened and for permission to report sick outside. He agreed and we took a cab to the polyclinic and waitied for our turn after performing the neccesary registration procedures. It was almost my turn after waiting for half an hour when i received a call from camp. I took it , and almost immediately wished i didn't. He told me to come back to the camp medical centre to get a medical leave and get my legs treated. Amidst the colourful verbal swearing and getting dressed in uniform again, i grudingly went back to the camp medical centre. I didn't get a medical leave but got my feet bandaged after some painful iodine treatment. As my skin was peeling off to reveal the muscle underneath, it was raw and tender and the slightest touch can jolt me terribly. And to think the medic was a plump malay guy who said he had to use tweezers to take out some dirt underneath the skin, it was a fun filled half an hour in the treatment room where i suffered in silence. ( I couldn't scream cos i was in camp, as much as i wanted to...) I even had to do duty in camp but luckily our duty was sedentary office stationing so it wasn't that bad (I brought my PS2 to play as my CNY duty day was CNY eve in the morning to evening only (lucky me) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got back to office, my warrant officer expressed his apologies as he didnt know there was no medical leave granted for such conditions. I smiled unconvincingly but there was a burning rage i harboured inside against the sadistic sonuva-***** for making me come back. Nevertheless, Chinese new year came and my maternal family members came for their annual steamboat reunion dinner every CNY eve and ooooed / ahhhhed at my poor feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i was out of action for 2 weeks and my mum said i seemed to have put on some weight again.. It was then that i swore to myself, i'm gonna work doubly hard when i recover!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-116247692488324793?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/116247692488324793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=116247692488324793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116247692488324793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116247692488324793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-first-non-serendipitious-discovery_02.html' title='Not the first non serendipitious discovery but...(part 2)'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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-36170785.post-116108405403596879</id><published>2006-10-17T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T04:20:54.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the first non serendipitious discovery but... (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>One year ago, i was a raging fatso at 120K.G! Yes people, i was that heavy / fat / obese / "well rounded". Well i still am now, although much lighter now.. I still am quite on the fat side, although no longer obese.. 30Kg lighter now makes a Fking lot of difference. Not only do your old clothes look like tents and skirts now, but you really do feel and see the difference. I do get a lot more attention than i do in the past, and many of my family / friends / minions from hell commenting that i really lost a lot of weight and look quite good now... As usual, i say " Thanks, but i'm still working on project SlimSter and am still under renovation.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fat ever since from secondary school and had been like that for quite some time. Many people do ask " How do you get so thin, man? or " What made you go on such a drastic weight loss?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess its a related series of gals that i been trying to chase and almost always got myself rejected, with the most obvious clue saying " Lose weight then come find me again, fatso..." although they didn't say that, the expression on their faces and their eyes say it all *ZOMG, FAT SLIMY FATSO GOING AFTER ME, A BEAUTIFUL GRACEFUL GODDESS! HAH!* Time and again, i was hurt but never gave up trying. Recently, at a not too long ago period ago of 2 years, i got to know of this online game called Ragnarok Online. I fell in love with it and played it religiously. Then i got to know this gal called Sawatari. Its kinda funny that her nickname was such so, and even stranger still was how we met. I was playing a lv 58 High Priest and she was playing some other character that i couldn't remember for some strange reason. It had to be me running into some group and introducing myself to them, and this gal became attached to me for some reason and started to call me her "ah gong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i ain't that old but because i was playing a priest , i was instantly labelled that way. We did talk on msn and phone and quite liked each other, as well as getting to know her friend, Irene. A series of humourous events happened, and "Ah gong" married her granddaughter of 9 years difference. (As i'm typing this, i am sniggering away profusely ...) As we became husband and wife in the world of Ragnarok Online, Sawa had the idea to adopt Irene as our daughter... (You see, this game of RO have marriage, yet you don't produce kids on the drop of a hat so you have to adopt another character, and that adopted character becomes a baby, literally shrunk to 2/3rds the size of a regular character) Omg, it was a nice series of laugh. I told that to my camp buddies and they couldn't stop guffawing away. So much things happened between me and Sawa as our relationship grew to that of LLLLOOOONNNNGGGGGG phone chats during my duty days in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during December when Sawa had the brainwave to call for an RO meeting in real life in Orchard MRT. In the end, only Sawa, me and Irene turned up. I had earlier dragged a friend along to accompany me. I could tell that Sawa was shocked that i was at that time, a raging fatso... And we literally didn't talk past 3 sentences, but it was us guys tagging along after the gals. Our "relationship" broke off and we were never be, and i felt very very very extremely bitter about it. And it was a photograph at the Istana that my camp mate took of us that became the straw that broke the camel's back. I was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fat in the photo! I couldn't believe it... I told myself, that's it , Shaun! No more being fat , time to show the world what you really are!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-116108405403596879?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/116108405403596879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=116108405403596879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116108405403596879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116108405403596879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-first-non-serendipitious-discovery.html' title='Not the first non serendipitious discovery but... (Part 1)'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36170785.post-116108188581293554</id><published>2006-10-17T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T05:34:04.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first entry in .... 3 years?</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i gave a thought to blogging. Initially, i couldn't be bothered to blog my thoughts / perspectives and stuff like that online and let some random bugger see this. But i guess people do change over the years. Three years... Has it been that long? People say that a year is a long period over which anything can happen to you, be it positive and negative and they can affect you in a big way regardless of whether u're concious of it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best pal in camp, Joshua a.k.a. Joshie is having an operation tomorrow &gt; 18th October 2006 , 8AM Bangkok time. This operation is operating on his brain and there's a high chance that his memory might be wiped , and he joked to me that he might forget me. A gear in me must have twitched and that's why i started this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, i know u're always a good pal and have always regarded me as someone you look up to... Honestly, i do not know if i deserve that kind of recognition, whatsoever.. But i do cherish the times we're hanging out together.. short and yet sweet memories. Do you remember being in the auditorium where i used to hang out with you and you were always quizzing me on the your Brian Brains / The Angry Link script? Its a creative script that is worth finishing but i find it a pity that you do not wish to continue it for the time being.. The fun times we had when i was kidding you about Brian's patients and stuff... haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the other time when i brought you to my friend's condo's house to swim. We had a lot of splashing fun when i gave an impromptu coaching lesson on how to do freestyle stroke better. I still remembered that you said i was a good swimmer but i find that there's always room for improvement. It must have being our loud talking and guffawing as we were talking about girls that the security chased us out of the pool... Crappy but since we were in the pool for more than an hour, i let the matter rest.. Then, straight after that, i brought you to this teochew porridge stall where we ate quite well. I surprised everyone by eating plates of "taokee" and nothing else (Ok, there was the minced meat and egg tofu) .. and i remembered very well everyone was stunned and bemused by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were many times when we consoled each other from our down times. Me consoling you about your ex (To that dumb gal: "You're a real fool to give him up, seriously"..)  and you talking to me about me being single all these while and how i find that it sux... Till this day, i still am but at least i don't break a sweat over it like i used to.. Thanks yet again Joshie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here ends my dedication of my first blog to one of the greatest pals i ever known.. Joshua / Joshie, be strong man! I know you can place your faith in God and come out stronger and happier.. (although i'm a Buddhist, i'll fax a memo to Jesus using the fax machine in our camp's duty room... LOL!! xD  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Shaunz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36170785-116108188581293554?l=scys4eva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/feeds/116108188581293554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36170785&amp;postID=116108188581293554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116108188581293554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36170785/posts/default/116108188581293554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scys4eva.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-entry-in-3-years.html' title='My first entry in .... 3 years?'/><author><name>5h@un</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12659282224707380374</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>
