<?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-4271132063443331563</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:48:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271132063443331563.post-5523657713620798233</id><published>2009-04-12T02:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:44:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-5523657713620798233?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5523657713620798233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=5523657713620798233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/5523657713620798233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/5523657713620798233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/04/hais.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-5853098895909083562</id><published>2009-02-28T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:19:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam's finally over. Felt relieve, and at the same time, ANXIOUS about my results. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a motivation for blogging. Any idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-5853098895909083562?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5853098895909083562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=5853098895909083562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/5853098895909083562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/5853098895909083562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-5546110405321914466</id><published>2009-02-15T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:38:53.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stress. CSO. Exams. Efffffffffffffffffffffff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-5546110405321914466?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/5546110405321914466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=5546110405321914466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/5546110405321914466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/5546110405321914466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/02/stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-1525504002346082942</id><published>2009-02-12T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:43:25.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Simple talkative day between me and you.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness is the word.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the key. I love you, Baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the money spent to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the Fossil Watch. I love it, VERY MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like our new ring, although we can't use it yet. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-1525504002346082942?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/1525504002346082942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=1525504002346082942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/1525504002346082942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/1525504002346082942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-talkative-day-between-me-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-7084288338153741415</id><published>2009-02-08T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:27:05.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from my Community Service at Jamiyah Home for the Aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am. When I first step into the Home, the first impression was "Serenity". Everything looks so much in place. I moved on to the office and was introduced by a lady called Sasi to every rules and regulations of the Home. I was also told of my job scope and stuffs. Not too bad, basically I just gotta do those basic maintenance and cleaning of the place, and if the Home Officers need my help, I must render them immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first task was to sweep leaves into piles before the Assistants working there would clear it up. It was pretty easy, and don't require effort at all (DUH). The only irritation was there's alot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED ANTS. &lt;/span&gt;Damn those ants, two managed to sneak underneath my shirt and bit me. Irritating!!! Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that task was done, it was around 10am. I went to the 2nd floor to help serve the morning tea break to the residents. This was when my first impression was broken. I was always taught and told by the media saying that old folk's home isn't too bad, and they are living happily there. But are they? I scanned through the dining hall, and looked into some of their eyes. All I could gather from them is pain. The pain of their children ditching them into Homes so that they can void their responsibility of taking care of their parents. I couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow running through my body. After tea break was done, the residents went back to their dormitory for a rest, while the Assistants and us, the volunteers, cleaned the dining hall. Water was splashed, soap was splashed, everything was splashed. Tiles are mobbed and scrubbed, and soon after volunteers are cleaning the hall. The Assistants are paid for the job, but not all of them are not doing! Commanding us all volunteers to perform their tasks, while they watch and scrutinize our every single movement. What is this? Not that I wanna complain about this and that, but at least they could try to help us out with our work? -_- sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm. After the dining hall was dried up, it was time for lunch already. I mean, they just had tea break barely 1 hour ago, and they are having lunch already?! Anyway, lunch was a big hoo-ha. There's this group of aunties and uncles that donated a huge buffet lunch for the residents, with a pair of mandarin oranges, a red packet and a towel for each of them. I could see that the residents was pretty delighted with the meal, as they eye gleefully at the buffet lunch non-stop. We helped to serve their ration into equal portions, and those aunties and uncles served the food to each of them, while saying happy new year to them, and awarding them each a red packet. The residents was so happy with this surprise lunch and visit, that most of them stood up and went over to shake the donators' hands, eyes filled with tears of joy. After lunch was done, we helped to clear the place, again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm. 3 other volunteers left after lunch. I took my lunch break at the nearby coffee shop beside the Home. Finally I can have a breather. Let's skip the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm. I went back to the Home, and Sasi assigned me to another Home Officer, Umi. I was assigned with the task of sweeping floor, and leaves (again -_-), all over the Home. I slowly sweeped and walked, and explore at the same time. The dormitory of the residents was pretty nice, at least better than the Army Bunk I used to sleep in. They have pretty good facilities, and the Home was very well lit and had a good deal of breeze. They didn't even have to on the fan to feel cool, but most of them still did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm. OMG? Tea break again, some residents, 3 of them, are having a birthday party. A karaoke was set up, residents and Home Officers were singing like crazy, but mostly Malay songs. Cake was blown, birthday songs were sang in like, I don't know how many languages. There's like Malay, Indians, Chinese, Hokkien, Cantonese, and English birthday songs. It was pretty happening, and I watched a number of residents dancing gracefully in their various style of dance. The only dancer that caught my eye was this old lady, who was doing this Nyonya-like dance, which I had saw in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Nyonya&lt;/span&gt; of MediaCorp Channel 8. It was pretty nice. Was glad they had fun. Did cleaning again, and I realise that there are a couple of residents who are super duper nice. Kept helping me out with the cleaning job. Heck with those Assistants. Good for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm. Bored. Slacked all the way to 6pm. Nothing much to do already, as dinner was supposed to be serve at 6pm. I stayed in the dining hall and watch the residents sing their songs, even though I don't understand what are they singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some random chats I had with the residents there. There's this Malay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pak-chik&lt;/span&gt; telling me about how bad was this Chinese Aunty (who had helped me alot with the cleaning). He claims that she's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thao-kia&lt;/span&gt;, also known as &lt;span class="hw"&gt;a snitch. I was told that she snitch on every single thing that was not suppose to be done, be it big or small. Well whatever. It's not my business, so I just listen attentively to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pak-chik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random chat was with this Chinese &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah-gong&lt;/span&gt;. Okay this was very interesting, at least to me. The conversation was done in hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahgong : Li ho boh? (How are you?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah? Ho ah ho ah. (Good!)&lt;br /&gt;Ahgong : Oh.. Li jiak pak buey? (Eaten yet?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jiak liao ah, gum xia. *smiles* (Yeah. Thanks)&lt;br /&gt;Ahgong : Ai lim kopi mai? *pulls out a packet of coffee from his button shirt pocket* (Coffee for you?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mai ah mai ah, gum sia *smiles* (Oh no need, thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;Ahgong : Sio hoon kee mai? *pulls out a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bi-Di&lt;/span&gt; cigarette* (You wanna smoke?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wa bo sio hoon kee, gum sia *smiles, again* (I don't smoke, thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;Ahgong : Wa ka li kong ah... *starts mumbling off in hokkien like a rapper* (I tell you ah..)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??????? *nods furiously*&lt;br /&gt;Ahgong : oasiniownafioanwlkncasklnveiaofdoscpozvnpanvpasnv&lt;br /&gt;Me: ?????? *nods, occasionally saying Yes, Ah, OHHH, YA, Correct, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Han-nor&lt;/span&gt; and stuffs*&lt;br /&gt;Ahgong : asklnaiocna oicnasioncaiosndklawn fwfn aoinfios naflkn klcnaoin coasdnic asdklcns&lt;br /&gt;ME: ?????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT UNDERSTAND MAN. But it was about his life story anyway. The conversation was like practically 45mins long. Holy molly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. I had a long day, and I have a test tomorrow which I haven't study yet. Gotta go, Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-7084288338153741415?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7084288338153741415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=7084288338153741415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/7084288338153741415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/7084288338153741415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-came-back-from-my-community.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-4754606845244260950</id><published>2009-02-08T08:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:07:00.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSO</title><content type='html'>First day of CSO ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hours from now I'll be working my ass off for 9 hours at Jamiyah Home for the Aged at Tampines. Not that I'm complaining, but it's the first time I'm volunteering, so I can't help feeling this way. I guess I'll get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-4754606845244260950?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4754606845244260950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=4754606845244260950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/4754606845244260950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/4754606845244260950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/02/cso.html' title='CSO'/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-4037321447567288076</id><published>2009-02-05T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:09:31.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss.</title><content type='html'>Did lunch with Baby after my school end, had Prawnie Beehoon Soup, vv nice! I think I'm gonna fall in love with bee hoon. Hahaha, watched the movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleasure_Factory"&gt;Pleasure Factory&lt;/a&gt; today at home with Baby. Was an abstract movie with very few dialogues. It was set in Geylang, Singapore. Click on the link for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test coming on Monday, hope I'll be able to excel in it. Been slacking much this entire semester, I gotta buck up before failing my subjects. ): I guess the most stressful subject for me will be Marketing Management, it's my achille's heel. Ohwellz, I must believe in myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, got 3 assignments and 1 project to do and submit before Sunday! Damned Business Information Systems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-4037321447567288076?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4037321447567288076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=4037321447567288076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/4037321447567288076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/4037321447567288076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/02/bliss.html' title='Bliss.'/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-3986107619833553995</id><published>2009-02-02T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:11:55.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre class="center"&gt;What is it about you?&lt;br /&gt;That makes my stomach turn&lt;br /&gt;My heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;My mouth curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your beautiful smile?&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Or just what whisper me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many things we had and shared&lt;br /&gt;The sunsets&lt;br /&gt;The dinners&lt;br /&gt;Our passion and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ways we talked and laughed&lt;br /&gt;Were only dreams before we met&lt;br /&gt;Now turned into reality&lt;br /&gt;How I wish this will last for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-3986107619833553995?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/3986107619833553995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=3986107619833553995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/3986107619833553995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/3986107619833553995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-it-about-you-that-makes-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-2168920539999218025</id><published>2009-01-31T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:28:40.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversleep.</title><content type='html'>Overslept! And it's for more than 5 hours. Missed the trip to my aunt's house to bai nian. Dad was pretty angry when I gave him a call, told me to better do something about my time management, or he's gonna do something for me. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to wash up and did my stuffs before coming online. Was glad that things was good with my baby, heh. (: Played Cabal while researching for my BIS project, was glad that the project was a solo one, which means I can do things at my own time, and my own target! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with my parents and my 2nd aunt. My elder brother's at Chingay 2009, hope everything's better for him than the rehersal last night, which was quite badly synchronized and stuffs. My dinner was Ginseng Chicken Soup with rice, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOESNT TASTE GOOD&lt;/span&gt;. Tastes uber bitter, even worse than my oh-so-love bitter gourd. It taste weird too, and it got this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siap siap&lt;/span&gt;" taste. The chicken was soft, but it harbours the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siap siap&lt;/span&gt;" taste too. Pretty bad. Even the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh &lt;/span&gt;I had after dinner was bad, it was so diluted. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-2168920539999218025?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2168920539999218025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=2168920539999218025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/2168920539999218025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/2168920539999218025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/01/oversleep.html' title='Oversleep.'/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-8573315980438406642</id><published>2009-01-31T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:46:41.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>Had a great day with my baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:7;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:32;"&gt;I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-8573315980438406642?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/8573315980438406642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=8573315980438406642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/8573315980438406642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/8573315980438406642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-4560382175425522303</id><published>2009-01-29T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:53:31.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I is have muscle and belly. I is alien. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-4560382175425522303?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4560382175425522303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=4560382175425522303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/4560382175425522303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/4560382175425522303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-is-have-muscle-and-belly.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-7783754459783073812</id><published>2009-01-29T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:00:33.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from school. School was pretty dry, especially BIS lectures. I'm not being arrogant by saying those words, not trying to prove how good I am in BIS, but much of his teachings are too repetitive. I appreciate his tutorial assignments, although the amount of case studies we have to do are getting on my nerves. Anyway, a good cup of hot coffee works wonder to a sleepy Keith. Thankful to that cup of coffee, I managed to survive through-out the entire day in school without falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised this morning when I woke up. It was literally 6.30am. It'd been a wonder, it'd been so long since I wake up to my alarm so punctually! Good job to myself. (: Anyway, I went to wake my parents and stuff, and in a nifty I was seating comfortably in my Dad's Corolla. I was so glad that my wired earphones are still working perfectly. I couldn't bear to wear my Creative headphones anymore as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY HAIR HAS GROWN!&lt;/span&gt; Thus I've started styling my hair to the usual spikes, which I didn't want to make it flatten with my headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've came to realise how much I'd grown in my size. Not trying to flatter myself, but I've noticed some developments in my build. Good and bad, as I'm already quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beefy&lt;/span&gt;, Lol. But ohwellz, I'm kind of glad my minor physical work-outs are showing me results. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's all for today, I'll post again when it's the right time. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-7783754459783073812?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7783754459783073812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=7783754459783073812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/7783754459783073812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/7783754459783073812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-came-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-2102681791504987609</id><published>2009-01-28T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:41:29.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despondent. It didn't took long before I bid him goodbye.  My brother have been enlisted into Leopard company. Although it's not for long, I still couldn't help feeling this way. Army is inevitable, and I know it. The bonds we had forged after my new life was so strong that whenever he's not around, I feel kind of desolated. I'll get over it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memories strikes when I step foot into Tekong. The familiar boat trip with the slightly clamorous waves, the familiar grinding of the solid concrete beneath my feet as I trekked along to the auditorium. The gentle breeze reminds me of the time when I had my share of BMT training. 2 years of life on this small little island, none will be left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-2102681791504987609?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/2102681791504987609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=2102681791504987609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/2102681791504987609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/2102681791504987609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/01/despondent.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-6146124932907130659</id><published>2009-01-27T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:07:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the day my younger brother's gonna serve his 2 years of NS life. I'm pretty glad that he's gonna go to Tekong, as I might still be able to pull some strings to make his life generally better than other recruits. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the thoughts of him leaving makes me feel kind of sad. Although he's not leaving forever, it still hurts for your close ones to leave for more than 2 days. A plus point for me, he's PES C, which means he'll go to the "Modified Phase" of Basic Military Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that he'll stay safe, and healthy, and of cause take good care of himself. I realised how naggy I can be, Lol. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-6146124932907130659?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6146124932907130659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=6146124932907130659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/6146124932907130659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/6146124932907130659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrows-day-my-younger-brothers-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-6957432634637580350</id><published>2009-01-27T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:50:13.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was sleeping so comfortably in my den before being awake by my Godma @ 12pm+. It was a well deserved sleep, as I was practically straining my body too much for the past few days. Cleaning and helping out my parents with the cleaning of our house. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 2nd day of CNY! But the feeling of CNY isn't the same as the past anymore. I guess age really does tone your interest in many areas, and I believe "celebration" has been toned down. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-6957432634637580350?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/6957432634637580350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=6957432634637580350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/6957432634637580350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/6957432634637580350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-sleeping-so-comfortably-in-my-den.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-4799208969722212847</id><published>2009-01-27T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T03:39:05.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All thanks to my baby, I have a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;It all started from some random chat with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-4799208969722212847?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/4799208969722212847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=4799208969722212847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/4799208969722212847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/4799208969722212847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-thanks-to-my-baby-i-have-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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-4271132063443331563.post-7075248977679696607</id><published>2009-01-27T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T03:27:40.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271132063443331563-7075248977679696607?l=inept-words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/feeds/7075248977679696607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271132063443331563&amp;postID=7075248977679696607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/7075248977679696607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271132063443331563/posts/default/7075248977679696607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inept-words.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15650572744215417041</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>
