<?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-5533406810877823229</id><updated>2011-10-02T20:57:37.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-472601003317766157</id><published>2011-02-24T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:21:12.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 1st blog post using my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just fine, my workplace is still quite free.&lt;br /&gt;2 of my colleagues resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy playing games with my poly buddies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SIM yesterday, it will be the school I will be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can admit here, someone is slowly walking into my heart. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-472601003317766157?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/472601003317766157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=472601003317766157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/472601003317766157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/472601003317766157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-3466939689112939337</id><published>2011-01-04T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:28:15.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema</title><content type='html'>My friend in my poly class is currently working at cine-leisure cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the colleagues had the same experience before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one night shift, my friend was checking every cinema room to make sure there were no one left. Just as he was checking, he saw a balloon was left on the seat and without hesitation he took it and just as he wanted to leave the room. Guess what he saw? He saw a lady in white with her white hair covering her face was standing at the small squarish hole above the cinema(the room which operate the system thingy and display the movie onto the screen). My friend freak out and immediately ran out of the room. He told his colleagues about it and all said that the particular cinema room is haunted. If you wanna know which room it is. It is HALL 4. The same toy are always being found by the workers every night and even though they had throw away on that particular night. The next night, the toy will appear at the same location again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3466939689112939337?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/3466939689112939337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=3466939689112939337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3466939689112939337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3466939689112939337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2011/01/cinema.html' title='Cinema'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-355039459699849109</id><published>2011-01-04T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:25:37.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet 2</title><content type='html'>In my secondary school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a toilet just outside the band room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is locked till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said to be haunted back in the 60s. My secondary school is a boy'school. A teenage girl had committed suicide in the toilet due to the lack of money for abortion and she was believed to be one of the guy's girlfriend and he did not want to bear any responsibility and in fear and anger the girl decided to commit suicide in the school's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that , there was once a a concert band training till 11pm. One of the member went into the toilet to relieve himself. However the creepy thing start to begin. As he was in one the cubicle urinating. He notice that there were hairs all over the floor but he never really care, after relieving himself, he went and wash his hands and as he was washing his hands, he felt something was staring at him. So he lift up his head and to his horror, he saw a head with white hair covering the face hanging up and down just beside him. The student fainted and was believe to suffer from depression and became very paranoid after that. The toilet was then locked up and no one could enter it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-355039459699849109?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/355039459699849109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=355039459699849109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/355039459699849109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/355039459699849109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2011/01/toilet-2.html' title='Toilet 2'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-5116224160919337896</id><published>2011-01-04T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:22:01.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oujia (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>Leon's without reacting to Tecky's call, grabs Julie's hands and ran, being the school's rep for 1000m runner, Leon soon reached the small hole that initially led them into the abandon flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although cries of his name from his friends can be heard, Leon simply dart out of the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's out, Leon thought he would be safe with his girlfriend and turned around to see if Julie is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to his horror, there stood the spirit of Huilin, smiling at him with 2 dark patches on the eyes and the dark patch seems to have no end there Leon was simply frozen and stood still where he was, with Huilin's hands still tightly held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow senses got back to Leon and he started shouting fanatically and turn to run away but unfortunately and a truck ran him over the moment he turn and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was told to me that Julie soon fell into depression after that night and a few months later jump down to her death, leaving a letter that repeatedly wrote "I will never let huilin snatch you away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the other 2, brothers, Jimmy and Johnny. Jimmy drowned to his death in a shallow pool after the two brothers had their swimming lessons where Johnny, going mad and bite his tongue in the IMH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the fifth guy, Chwee Huat, soon fell sick after hearing Jimmy's death. Where doctors could not find any problem with him but he kept on complaining that he is very hot and months later died on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Tecky, feeling afraid and remorse after receiving news that the 2 brothers died confessed to his parents about what they had done and the parents sought many mediums and high powered bomoh for advice and it was until ChweeHuat's death that he hastily left to Thailand and become a monk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether he is still alive today,no one really know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-5116224160919337896?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/5116224160919337896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=5116224160919337896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5116224160919337896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5116224160919337896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2011/01/oujia-part-3.html' title='Oujia (Part 3)'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-6999102751232962441</id><published>2011-01-03T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:28:08.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Year</title><content type='html'>Its 2011!!!! (It's a bit late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the past memories be memories always.&lt;br /&gt;Keep walking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6999102751232962441?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6999102751232962441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6999102751232962441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6999102751232962441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6999102751232962441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2011/01/brand-new-year.html' title='Brand New Year'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-5172148627858392754</id><published>2010-12-27T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:34:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone</title><content type='html'>I got new phone, HTC Desire HD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is rather neglected by me now.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I do not want to post anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is just that, I cant find any more ghost stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I find interesting ghost stories, I will continue to share with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-5172148627858392754?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/5172148627858392754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=5172148627858392754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5172148627858392754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5172148627858392754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-phone.html' title='New Phone'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-9094767161560582820</id><published>2010-12-22T07:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:20:58.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Have been very busy these few days. So no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having rabbit eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers of ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to catch any new updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-9094767161560582820?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/9094767161560582820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=9094767161560582820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/9094767161560582820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/9094767161560582820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7959145493210760378</id><published>2010-12-04T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:47:29.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Stranger</title><content type='html'>I watch Hello Stranger this Thai movie today with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's a romance comedy show saying 2 strangers met one another during an overseas trip.&lt;br /&gt;They do not know each others' name.&lt;br /&gt;And yet love blossom between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny as the male actor tend to make fun of the female actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, we have a 1 hour gaming at Mind's Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Waraku.&lt;br /&gt;Finally ease my craving for Ramen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be another fun event coming up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7959145493210760378?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7959145493210760378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7959145493210760378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7959145493210760378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7959145493210760378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-stranger.html' title='Hello Stranger'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-8366084247151371245</id><published>2010-12-04T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:42:30.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oujia (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Leon, trying to act brave in front of his recent prized girlfriend had volunteered to investigate but sadly nothing was found. As the group ventured and slowly sink into the darkness of the building, Tecky suddenly took out an oujia board and show off in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much persuasion and they decided to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As none of them has tried it before, nobody knows whether they managed to summon any wild spirits in the building but at this moment the candle they lit for the game was dancing as if an invisible force is playing with it but none of them felt any wind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tecky, started to ask very normal question like Leon's real name and where he hid his porn magazine etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they move into funny question like Leon's girlfriend, Julie's underwear color etc and they move on until suddenly Leon probe a question that everyone stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your name and age?" asked Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the small saucer moved and slowly indicated "Huilin".. "15"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short silence.. Everyone soon take turns to ask question about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Tecky asked how she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saucer now just keep turning and turning thinking that Leon might be playing a trick after all.&lt;br /&gt;Tecky ask Leon to stop fooling around. But Leon's face was equally astonished and baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the saucer started to indicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am very lonely down here... stay with me and play with me forever.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was stunned and withdraw their middle finger from the saucer and ran out. leaving Tecky behind to keep the board for its his bro's pricey treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8366084247151371245?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8366084247151371245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=8366084247151371245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8366084247151371245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8366084247151371245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/12/oujia-part-2.html' title='Oujia (Part 2)'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-5566453409039469020</id><published>2010-12-01T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:09:21.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oujia (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>For all older generation, if all have remembered, there used to have an abandoned block of flats in Chinatown, which for whatever reasons the construction to remove it was put on hold. Thus only the windows and doors are nailed with wooden planks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright sunny day itself, any individual who looked at the building from afar would also feel the bone chilling atmosphere it emits. Thus staying away from it, avoiding any possible eye contacts with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this 6 teenagers, in their sec school days, was the time where curiosity is in their priority rather than rationale. Thus with one of them suggesting a tour into the abandon flat and everyone agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon 11 at night, the leader, Tecky, leads them through the hole left by previous "ghostbusting" groups, with only torches with them, they carefully make their up the stairs shinning the path ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, they found bits and pieces of burnt joss papers.. but they merely dismissed the possibility of true reasons but joked of the effects it gave them as they move up to 7th floor and they heard a creeking of planks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-5566453409039469020?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/5566453409039469020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=5566453409039469020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5566453409039469020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5566453409039469020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/12/oujia-part-1.html' title='Oujia (Part 1)'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7998827731136523168</id><published>2010-11-27T08:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T09:05:03.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Before I forget to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an enjoyable birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning, saw my facebook wall full of wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Evening went out with my buddies for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Have 2 small cakes for celebration. =)&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, eat, watch anime and sleep whole day.&lt;br /&gt;List of Anime I have now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)D-Gray Man (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;2)Death Note (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;3)Gundam Seed (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;4)Gundam Seed Destiny (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;5)Claymore (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;6)Soul Eater (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;7)Sengoku Basara Season 1 (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;8)High School of the Dead (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;9)Get Backers (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;10)Air Gear (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;11)Fate Stay Night (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;12)Code Geass Both Season 1 and 2 (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;13)Gundam 00 Season 1 (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;14)D/N Angel (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;15)Bleach (Updated to 298) (Ongoing)&lt;br /&gt;16)One Piece (Updated to 476) (Ongoing)&lt;br /&gt;17)Fairy Tail (Updated to 55) (Ongoing)&lt;br /&gt;18)Naruto (Don't know) (Ongoing)&lt;br /&gt;19)Katekyo Hitman Reborn (Complete for Season 1) (Next year Jan to Mar will have new season)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of anime for me to watch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to SITEX.&lt;br /&gt;1st thing: A lot of pretty models!!!&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing: Check pricing on 2TB internal HDD (Buying once my HDD is full)&lt;br /&gt;3rd thing: Check Iphone4 re-contract. (Sad to say, Starhub no stock for Iphone4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I still want to thanks all for the wishes on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Some may be late.&lt;br /&gt;But its the heart that counts!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7998827731136523168?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7998827731136523168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7998827731136523168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7998827731136523168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7998827731136523168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-3940671058198346382</id><published>2010-11-21T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:52:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet</title><content type='html'>Again, it was the secondary one orientation camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the toilets with bathing facilities are limited and the timing is a bit late, the student councilors decided to use the school 2nd level toilets as bathroom with pails and hoses provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to avoid a mess and everyone had a chance to at least shower before the night is too late, we were assembled in the assembly hall. The student councilors explained to us what is going to happen and promised it will be a one time occurrence that we had to shower in such a circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 8pm already, quite late, the light at the 2nd floor toilet was already on. Then suddenly the lights in the toilet flashes off and on for a few times. It created quite a stir as it is the next night after the projector screen issue. The student councilors decided to go up to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the toilets are just beside the stairwells and all the stairwells are locked at every level. As far as we know, as it is not official school term yet, level 3 and 4 stairwells are locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lights flashes in the toilets, everybody was scrutinizing the corridor, exit of the toilet etc but nobody appear. The student councilors went up the 2nd floor, we saw them appear on the corridor, enter the toilets, switch on the lights. Nobody see anyone in the toilets. We thought it maybe the student councilors playing a prank but they look concerned also. We counted the number of councilors who went up to check and the number of councilors who came out of the toilet is the same. When the 1st group of sec 1 students finished bathing, they all confirmed that there were no one hiding in the cubicles also and the layout of the corridor also does not allow anyone to hide in the shadow etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why the lights flashes in the toilet?? It was working well before and after the incident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3940671058198346382?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/3940671058198346382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=3940671058198346382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3940671058198346382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3940671058198346382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/toilet.html' title='Toilet'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-8705980398117879138</id><published>2010-11-21T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:50:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screen</title><content type='html'>A little background on the stories I am going to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied in Maris Stella High School, which is located on Mt Vernon.&lt;br /&gt;Mt Vernon used to be a cemetery and the graves on the Hill were never fully exhumed based on what we learned of the school history. So the school was finally built over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Secondary One Orientation camp. After dinner, all the sec one students, including me went to the hall to listen to our discipline master talking about the history of the school, how it was founded etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slides were shown using the OHP on the main projector screen. As the talk goes on, suddenly the screen rolls up. The discipline master was unhappy and shouted to the rear of the stage to tell the AV boys to roll down the screen and stop playing. A few shouts but no replies. The discipline master then ask one of the student councilor to go look for the AV boys and they were all outside the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the discipline master sensed something bad, he and 2 AV boys went back to the back to find the switch. It seems that that no one was at the backstage, there were only 1 back door but it was locked and no one went in and out. There ere a few noises after the trio went in and finally the projector screen came down again. The trio came out of backstage but the discipline master looked perplexed by the issue. The history of the school was then quickly rushed through and we were sent packing back to our tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen was used before and after the incident and never had an issue but it was only used during daytime. That night was the only time it was being used at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8705980398117879138?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8705980398117879138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=8705980398117879138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8705980398117879138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8705980398117879138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/screen.html' title='Screen'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7735690063511241090</id><published>2010-11-21T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:47:43.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cementery</title><content type='html'>Last time me and my cousins like to stay up late at night and go home very late, usually 2-3am, So one day we decided to explore a cemetery. My cousin, drove pass the cemetery around because they want to see some ghosts but I am scare so I just hide and do not dare look through the window. But I can sense the eerie when we drove past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove a few rounds, then after that come out of the cemetery and he drove us back, as it is too late. I went to my girl cousin's home sleep. That time is around 3+, after we got out of his car, we saw a finger print on his car window. The print is like the hand press against the window and pulled down and we were freaked out but he say never mind as we reach home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into my cousin's room, go bath, after that changed into tee and shorts, then took out my contact lens and then sit down and switch on my cousin's computer. Sit down and surf net, a while later, I saw a white figure standing outside my cousin room, but as I did not wear my contact lens. I could not see very clearly but can figure out is a person in white, i thought its my cousin in law so I say hi to him, and ask him stand there for what? Want scare people to death is it? Then he never reply me because usually he will reply so I ignore him and continue with my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is time to sleep, I switched off the computer and went to look for my cousin in law, ask him why he ignore me when i talk to him just now he say siao ah when I got go into the room, then I told him he is wearing white he say siao ah! I not wearing clothes la see! OMG....What was that I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run into my cousins room and told her the incident, then hide in the blacket for a whole night. The next day my cousin went to ask temple they say the THING follow us home.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7735690063511241090?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7735690063511241090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7735690063511241090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7735690063511241090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7735690063511241090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/cementery.html' title='Cementery'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7343159022743539394</id><published>2010-11-17T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:08:51.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>Today instead of ghost stories, I will share some jokes instead. Lets laugh out loud. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age Cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife, now in their 60`s, were celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary. On their special day a good fairy came to them and said that because they had been such a devoted couple she would grant each of them a very special wish. The wife wished for a trip around the world with her husband. Whoosh! Immediately she had airline/cruise tickets in her hands. The man wished for a female companion 30 years younger... Whoosh...immediately he turned ninety!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus carrying only ugly people crashes into an oncoming truck, and everyone inside dies. They then get to meet their maker, and because of the grief they have experienced; He decides to grant them one wish each, before they enter Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all lined up, and God asks the first one what the wish is. "I want to be gorgeous," and so God snaps His fingers, and it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one in line hears this and says "I want to be gorgeous too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another snap of His fingers and the wish is granted.&lt;br /&gt;This goes on for a while but when God is halfway down the line, the last guy in line starts laughing. When there are only ten people left, this guy is rolling on the floor, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, God reaches this guy and asks him what his wish will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy calms down and says: " Make 'em all ugly again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunkard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel wakes up at home with a huge hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a&lt;br /&gt;couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and&lt;br /&gt;pressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order,&lt;br /&gt;spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveYou!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and&lt;br /&gt;the morning newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son is also at the table, eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel asks: "Son, what happened last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son says: "Well, you came home around 3 am drunk and delirious.&lt;br /&gt;Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black&lt;br /&gt;eye when you stumbled into the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, Daniel asks: "So,why is everything in order and so clean, and&lt;br /&gt;breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies" "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she&lt;br /&gt;tried to take your pants off, you said,"LADY,LEAVE ME ALONE,I"M&lt;br /&gt;MARRIED!!"(Guys you better memorise this till it becomes second nature.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL of the tale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-induced hangover -- $100.00&lt;br /&gt;Broken furniture -- $2,000.00&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast -- $10.00&lt;br /&gt;Saying The Right Thing While Drunk -- PRICELESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7343159022743539394?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7343159022743539394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7343159022743539394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7343159022743539394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7343159022743539394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-2980799475239141133</id><published>2010-11-17T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:00:53.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Holiday</title><content type='html'>Today I am suppose to meet my rangers out for swimming.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, it rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So end up we just meet up for dinner. 3 guys only.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 2 baka pang seh us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my 2 days work week next week. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-2980799475239141133?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/2980799475239141133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=2980799475239141133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2980799475239141133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2980799475239141133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/hari-raya-holiday.html' title='Hari Raya Holiday'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-3591241282155224940</id><published>2010-11-15T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:26:47.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>Its time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try my best to forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes open big big searching for new targets. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3591241282155224940?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-3943279209399623548</id><published>2010-11-14T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:37:36.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office</title><content type='html'>Last time in my old office, I always left alone in office because my boss always go KL on business trip. Then one day, that happen to be the 1st day of ghost Seventh month. A client called and I picked up the call, then he booked a hotel after that I hang up the phone, when i was writing his booking form. I sweep my hair away with my finger and suddenly..ouch! One of the hair goes through my skin and prick my finger bleeding, how did it happen? I thought it was nothing and continue working, suddenly, I heard a sound..WOOOOOO, then I was very scared, but thought to myself that I must be hallucinating. It was 12pm then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I continue working and halfway, I saw a red figure outside, I thought someone pass by only. But it keep pushing its face against my office side door, as my office door is tinted glass so I cannot see clearly but blur. Many people walk past as it is lunch time, I saw a guy in red, then i compare against the red figure and OMG!! why does the red figure walk differently from the man? It looks like floating instead of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very scared and I keep looking at it and i think it know I looking at it because it keep pushing its face against the tinted glass like trying to bang through the door!! I very scare as it keep floating outside like nobody business. Many people walk pass but ignore it, it floated outside for nearly half an hour. I cried and called my sister to come to my workplace and help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came half an hour ago and the red figure floated away after she left. The next day I still have to go back to work as my manager still not back from KL. But I resigned and the third day I left the company. Then a friend told me that place was haunted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3943279209399623548?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/3943279209399623548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=3943279209399623548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3943279209399623548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3943279209399623548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/office.html' title='Office'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1830408654014554661</id><published>2010-11-14T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:25:54.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let you down</title><content type='html'>I know the word "sorry" have lose its power now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it is me who let you down.&lt;br /&gt;You did no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you are so much happier now as compare to the past,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind to continue and be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I still love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1830408654014554661?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1830408654014554661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1830408654014554661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1830408654014554661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1830408654014554661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-you-down.html' title='Let you down'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-6209582508092915108</id><published>2010-11-09T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:02:24.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror in the house</title><content type='html'>The 1st time I saw a ghost in my house happened during 1 fine evening. I was looking for my mummy in my house after playing. Then I went to the rooms and I can't find her. So I went to the master room. I saw "her" in the toilet looking at me so I called out to her. Guess what? The reply came from the kitchen instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched a ghost in my house before also. There is this fine day, my mum is bathing in the master-bedroom's toilet. So I play the blankets in the master-bedroom on the  bed and I was rolling among the mattress and blankets. Then suddenly I touch an adult's hand! There's only me and my mum at home that time and my mum is still bathing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year 2000, my mum passed away, then a few months after she died, my papa want to go out to find his friends. So I have to follow. Then he say he will wait for me outside at the corridor while I switch off the lights in the master-bedroom (yes~ master bedroom again!) So I went to switch off the light. When I was about the close the door. There's a figure right in front of me. It hovered from the right side of the room to the left side and its just like inches away from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6209582508092915108?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6209582508092915108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6209582508092915108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6209582508092915108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6209582508092915108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/terror-in-house.html' title='Terror in the house'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1753627677150000248</id><published>2010-11-08T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:22:08.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins?</title><content type='html'>During 'O' level, I studied from 11 pm till the next morning. At 2+ am, I was very hungry so I decided to go to 7-11 to buy food to fill up my stomach. After buying my food, I stroll my way back as the night was very cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was walk along HDB flats, I saw one ah ma about 70+ yrs old pushing a cart walking towards my direction. Her cart is those garang guni use one the shape of 'L' type. I thought, "wah, ah ma is so hardworking, 2+am liao still searching for cardboard". If you ask me, I do not find anything wrong with the ah ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to go home, I have to cross a green light pedestrian crossing and then roughly a 8 minute walk to reach my block. After 3 or 4 minutes, i reached the green light pedestrian. Then to my horror, I saw the ah ma again. Exactly the same person, everything the same, the clothing, the hairstyle, the cart, everything is the same. And she is walking towards my direction again. my heart started beating very fast but I force myself to carry on crossing the traffic light. All this while, I was looking downward and don't dare to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I run all the way home, I don't why but then I was running around inside the HDB area for more than 10 minutes because I end up at the same place. I decided to run straight and thankfully saw the traffic light again. I stood at the traffic light until 6+am then I return home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1753627677150000248?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1753627677150000248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1753627677150000248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1753627677150000248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1753627677150000248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/twins.html' title='Twins?'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1727876501571512903</id><published>2010-11-07T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:16:56.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance of the Dawn</title><content type='html'>Waking up in the morning and I have the sudden urge of saying poetry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English literature by Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you,&lt;br /&gt;But you don't love me,&lt;br /&gt;So let us be strangers,&lt;br /&gt;And wish all the best with our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Ng Tat Hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1727876501571512903?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1727876501571512903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1727876501571512903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1727876501571512903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1727876501571512903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/romance-of-dawn.html' title='Romance of the Dawn'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-5156321921213868420</id><published>2010-11-06T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:05:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog</title><content type='html'>This is my wife's colleague encounter when they went Bangkok for their company holiday trip.&lt;br /&gt;They stayed in Bangkok novotel hotel, quite high class compared to the rest, my wife told me they had the most wonderful breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my wife was sharing a room with her best friend, its 2 to room as usual, so they went shopping and eating and all those crap when a group of all girls goes holiday. So after a tiring day shopping and walking, they went back hotel rest, but its quite late like after 10pm because they have a shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they all went back to their rooms, but her another colleague, in the other room, encounter something freaking exaggerating. this girl was having her shower in the toilet and after shower the hotel toilet mirrors sure fogged up due to the hot steamy bath. so she step off the bath tub and while drying herself, words begun appearing as if someone was writing words on the fogged mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words were not already written on the mirror, but the alphabets keep appearing one after another, she freaked out and scream when she made out what was written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drvijay, i want you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-5156321921213868420?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/5156321921213868420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=5156321921213868420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5156321921213868420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5156321921213868420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/fog.html' title='Fog'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-8345857464109220700</id><published>2010-11-06T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:58:34.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun weekend</title><content type='html'>On Friday, I went out with the rangers to watch movie. After that went to Ben's and Jerry to chill.&lt;br /&gt;A rather relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, went to Sentosa, thinking that I can get some sun tanning.&lt;br /&gt;But the sun was not big enough.&lt;br /&gt;So end up just walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sentosa trip, had dinner with Dajie and Suyi at Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;Chit chat session with them and after that shopping(although I am not exactly shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8345857464109220700?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8345857464109220700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=8345857464109220700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8345857464109220700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8345857464109220700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun weekend'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-6454390968250154643</id><published>2010-11-03T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:40:16.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting Bed</title><content type='html'>Here's another story about bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is told by my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;He had just moved into a new HDB building.&lt;br /&gt;On the first few night when he was fast asleep on his bed in his room, he could feel something pulling his blanket, so later he decided to check it out who was the one doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one night, he decided not to sleep on the bed but instead sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 3am or so, he took a peep at his bed and guess what he saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a white figure actually moving around his bed and trying to change the position of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;My teacher immediately went and seek some help from some "wizard" and he then realise that the position of the bed was actually blocking the space which was meant for the "something"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6454390968250154643?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6454390968250154643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6454390968250154643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6454390968250154643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6454390968250154643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/shifting-bed.html' title='Shifting Bed'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-2963831800114741723</id><published>2010-11-02T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:32:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed</title><content type='html'>I heard this from my cousin while he still in NS. He told me during the first few nights of his NS, there is always someone pushing him down the bed while he sleeping. And the next morning his ear got blood flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got this particular night, while he was sleeping soundly, suddenly he hear boots marching sound. He slowly open his eyes a bit and saw a japanese soldier holding a rifle with a knife at the front marching around the room. he quickly act blur and go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his case is getting more serious, my aunt brought him to a medium. Then the medium said that actually there is a "person" that sleep on his current bed. So that person is angry whenever my cousin sleep on it. As the bed are tagged with numbers and my cousin is No.7 which is considered an unlucky number. The medium advised him to turn the number plate upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that everything is back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-2963831800114741723?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/2963831800114741723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=2963831800114741723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2963831800114741723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2963831800114741723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed.html' title='Bed'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7040885290858745162</id><published>2010-11-01T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:36:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Mannequin</title><content type='html'>This will a short story. Not exactly a story but I should it as rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A popular shopping mall in orchard 3rd floor.&lt;br /&gt;Its been confirmed by many security guards that the mannequin move about at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which shopping center is it. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7040885290858745162?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7040885290858745162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7040885290858745162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7040885290858745162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7040885290858745162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/moving-mannequin.html' title='Moving Mannequin'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-2568924279535582714</id><published>2010-11-01T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:33:24.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard day at work.</title><content type='html'>Today was a very tiring day, whole day standing and walking around except for lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company send me out for deployment of printers in government agency.&lt;br /&gt;This is my 1st time doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, have dinner with my friend. Chat with her about life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a long weekend. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-2568924279535582714?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/2568924279535582714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=2568924279535582714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2568924279535582714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2568924279535582714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/11/hard-day-at-work.html' title='Hard day at work.'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-6054558021251595338</id><published>2010-10-31T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:28:31.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Here is the second story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied in mo***** primary school.&lt;br /&gt;During my primary 6 camp in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I went to the toilet together, we were bored and hence decided to do a night walk around the school compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard a lot of stories regarding about the staffroom. Hence we decided to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staffroom was locked and hence we took a peep into the small squarish window from the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know for what reason one of my friend quickly ask us to go back to the hall and he was sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I asked him about it. He told me that he actually saw a tall guy in white with a small child also in white holding a lighted candle staring back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah!! Creepy!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6054558021251595338?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6054558021251595338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6054558021251595338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6054558021251595338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6054558021251595338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-810232126458665690</id><published>2010-10-31T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:24:27.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>I will be posting 2 stories today to make up for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Story:&lt;br /&gt;I am not the writer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happen on my elder brother back in in the 80s at my grandma house.&lt;br /&gt;My brother was about 8 yrs old then.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma house was the 3rd level.&lt;br /&gt;The tree outside my brother's room was very tall n hence it always cover part of the window.&lt;br /&gt;Every time during the night, my bro told me that my auntie and him would always hear something moving in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore one night, my auntie notice the movement and ask my bro to come and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;To their surprise, they actually saw a big shadow climbing fast and was like flying here and there in the tree. Suddenly the shadow seem to stop and my bro told me that he saw 2 eyes brightly lit staring back at them. They freak out and went back to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why people tend to say do not flash any light onto any tree at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-810232126458665690?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/810232126458665690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=810232126458665690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/810232126458665690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/810232126458665690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7384325970011187895</id><published>2010-10-29T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:23:48.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something floating</title><content type='html'>This happen at one of the unit, 21st Singapore Artillery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are having duty. Do not go down to the armory late at night. The one at HQ Battery. A duty personnel saw something float in on the CCTV during his night shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing COS duty then at night. I was waiting for DO to clear the armskote in HQ battery. I heard boots sound of someone running down the steps to the basement where the armory was and it sounded louder and louder. Then suddenly no sound and I did not see anyone go pass my armory. I peeked out both sides and see that all the stores closed. So i just assumed that person (if it's a person) run out of the building rather than towards my armory after coming to the basement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7384325970011187895?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7384325970011187895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7384325970011187895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7384325970011187895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7384325970011187895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-floating.html' title='Something floating'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-6623198158610342685</id><published>2010-10-28T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:01:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekong story</title><content type='html'>This happened during my SISPEC fieldcamp, it is call the Exercise Nutcracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my buddy and I were situated quite far from the main place. We were at the very haunted part of tekong(northest part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dig and dig and use only candles-guess most knows to light our area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of us is just emptiness, cos we were stationed in the day I was quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all became dark and empty, suddenly there was a music playing, right in the emptiness in front of me. I was very shag as we were halfway through and bloody hell in the low light so I ask my buddy, "you heard it?"  He say,  "yup!" Then we were stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there is one guy who appear on the side from another group ask me whether got hear the same music or not. I was like double stunned and then say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I just say maybe the OCS group near us that's why can hear radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously there is really nothing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo!! Creepy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6623198158610342685?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6623198158610342685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6623198158610342685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6623198158610342685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6623198158610342685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/tekong-story.html' title='Tekong story'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1398533088991804447</id><published>2010-10-28T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:54:19.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New HDD</title><content type='html'>Today during lunchtime, I went over to the main office of my portable HDD vendor.&lt;br /&gt;I exchange for a new HDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally able to get all my data back again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1398533088991804447?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1398533088991804447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1398533088991804447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1398533088991804447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1398533088991804447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-hdd.html' title='New HDD'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-3151054988499686337</id><published>2010-10-27T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:25:47.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possess? Part 2</title><content type='html'>The girl bite my friend so hard that my friend bleed. Now think of the situation, if your joker friend hand bleeding and stuck in your girl friend's mouth, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. As that happens the other girls starts to freak out at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One just collapsed to the ground clutching her head with one hand and herself with the other and keep muttering stop pulling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one run about like mad screaming along as she run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it seem, all 3 of them got possessed. We were panicky as to what to do now. Thus we decided to get out of there quickly. We called our lorry friend to come pick us up and quickly went back to our chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lorry came, we tried carrying the girls up the lorry and these 3 girls are thin, but they take at least 3 guys to carry them up the lorry one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now all of the girls had passed out. We sat in cold silence inside the lorry. Staring at our feet, as though as there was a monster bearing down on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3151054988499686337?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/3151054988499686337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=3151054988499686337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3151054988499686337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3151054988499686337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/possess-part-2_27.html' title='Possess? Part 2'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-2160318332207978063</id><published>2010-10-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:19:46.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possess? Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-2160318332207978063?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/2160318332207978063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=2160318332207978063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2160318332207978063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2160318332207978063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/possess-part-2.html' title='Possess? Part 2'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1797226623492930251</id><published>2010-10-26T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:04:31.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the future</title><content type='html'>Today nothing much happen.&lt;br /&gt;Slack as always in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only small thing that happen is someone who I don't sms me asking me whether am I coming back home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply, "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person reply, "Sorry wrong number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This make me think of next time in the future if someone (maybe my wife) will sms ask me whether coming back home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;How sweet can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hard tiring day at work, what I look forward to is reaching home and see my loved ones preparing a simple yet nice dinner for me.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1797226623492930251?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1797226623492930251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1797226623492930251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1797226623492930251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1797226623492930251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-future.html' title='To the future'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1651095616112361374</id><published>2010-10-26T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:58:42.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possess?</title><content type='html'>Lets divert our attention to outside of NS stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened back in 2002. Some people wanted to chill out during the December holidays, thus we opt for a chalet. We booked this chalet at downtown east, located just in front of the Big Slide. Though underage then, alcohol plus some other activities were just treated as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some card playing, my friend suggested looking for the Red house. Some people disagreed, saying that it was a stupid idea. How true that turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the suggestion, we formed ourselves into pairs. There were 2 main group, a total of 14 person, including 3 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group A went in by a lorry, 4 person sitting in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they pass by the building, this friend of mine shouted out, "What thing u all talk cock lar! say no one lives here! You see the lady inside!" while pointing into the red house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the commotion, he realized what he had really just said and smartly proceeded to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grp B went on foot, along the way, they got lost, heading to this place where there was a tree on top of a hill. On subsequent visit we could not find the place anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We are walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my friend when we noticed that the 3 girls who always hang together, had one of the ladies all the way walking in front.&lt;br /&gt;So both of us decide to accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up to her side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pei Zhi (LOL, Rachel's name?) , why you so anti-social?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She look at us and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, u not really scared meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turn to us and shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after, she started singing the old old song "wan bu liao"&lt;br /&gt;sort of spooked out by her actions, my friend asked her to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled back at us and asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what if i dun stop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, being the joker said that he will stuff his hand down her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did, when the girl continues singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl bite him. HARD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 will be out tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1651095616112361374?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1651095616112361374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1651095616112361374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1651095616112361374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1651095616112361374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/possess.html' title='Possess?'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-5630718553013387651</id><published>2010-10-25T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:11:34.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent fall in</title><content type='html'>This happen last time in Ninja Company in BMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Company Quartermaster (CQ) was doing COS(Company Orderly Sergeant) duty. This duty was perform the night before we book out. The whole company went to sleep. Then he has to sleep in office. Around midnight suddenly whole company silent fall in. our sergeants ask who played the prank but all was full of question marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no choice sergeant ask us go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next day in the penguin boat we ask what happened the night before, the COS told us that in the middle of the night. Someone keep knocking on the door then when he go open, no one outside. Then when he decided to ambush, still cannot catch the culprit then at around 1am ++ the phone kept ringing then when he picked up, there was no sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our silent company fall in, still got the knockings. Thats when he recite a phrase from Qur'an*, it stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qur'an* is the main religious text of Islam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-5630718553013387651?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/5630718553013387651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=5630718553013387651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5630718553013387651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5630718553013387651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/silent-fall-in.html' title='Silent fall in'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7852850547474824386</id><published>2010-10-24T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:26:55.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's there?</title><content type='html'>It was late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole company were already sleeping soundly after a hard day of training. But recruit A wanted to go to the loo to relieve himself so he woke up and tapped his buddy beside him to accompany him along as it was advised not to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reached the toilet, recruit A went inside a cubicle to sh** while he told recruit B to wait outside for him. After recruit A was done, he came out of the cubicle but didn't see recruit B and he saw that the door of another cubicle was locked. So he knocked and asked whether was it recruit B inside but there was no reply. Then recruit A got kind of scared and wanted to go outside to see if recruit B was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, a voice came from inside a cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you already know what i am that's why you're running away from me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruit A stunned and immediately ran back to his bunk only to see his buddy sleeping soundly on his own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did recruit B went back to sleep without waiting for recuit A while he was sh**ting or who was the one who accompanied recruit A to the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to you to guess. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7852850547474824386?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7852850547474824386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7852850547474824386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7852850547474824386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7852850547474824386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/whos-there.html' title='Who&apos;s there?'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-3245763658550983434</id><published>2010-10-23T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:04:47.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swing</title><content type='html'>For those whose unit or reservist is at Sungei Gedong, surely you would know about the long stretch of road leading far into AETC(Armour engineer training center). It is definitely a bane for guard duty personnel who have to pass by that route in total darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here goes the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of my platoon and unit mates were chosen for guard duty on a weekday. This meant the duty would be from 6pm to 8am the next day. At 5.45pm, after drawing arms, washing up and consuming our dinner, 15 of us marched over to the guardhouse. The Regimental Police (RP) were glad to see us arrive and they waited for the Guard 2IC to take over duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duties were quickly assigned, and some of us choose to be the prowlers and the rest sentries. At the request of another platoon mate, I agreed to be prowler for 3 shifts (Each prowler had to do a total of 3 shifts, with 4 hour breaks in between, as there are three groups).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shift went without any mishap, as the sun had not set. Night snacks are always welcomed during guard duty. However it was during the second shift that I met with that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual we drew our arms, torchlight and signal set. We set off on the path from the back of the ATC stadium towards the 46SAR vehicle shed. Dogs were seem to be everywhere, with even a pair following us for quite a distance. At this point in time, at around 12mn, things were pretty serene and silent, with perhaps the occasional lights in some of the bunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during the turn into the AETC route that i noticed something strange. There is a vehicle parking area on the right infront of AETC. While walking past it, the front lamp suddenly flickered out, and i noticed that the gates were actually open (the metal chains holding on to the gates were loose). Looking into the distance in the dark, i could see that there was a "swing" and it was moving! Without a doubt, I was shocked but managed to keep my calm to continue into the old AETC vehicle shed. (which is even creepy, especially since the whole area is abandoned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we came out and passed by the same path, the gate was locked and the lamp was on again! The final shift of my duty, I noticed that the gate was the same condition, locked and lamps on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, we ended our guard duty for that errie night and went back for the next day of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. This story is not so scary. But it is freaky when the swing appear out of no where. I did guard duty in Sungei Gedong before and its true. There are a lot of creepy places there. Sometime at night, you can hear people singing. There are different story about this guard duty prowling. I remember my Guard commander told us not to follow the dogs because they will bring you into another dimension. Haha. The rest is up to readers' imagination. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3245763658550983434?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/3245763658550983434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=3245763658550983434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3245763658550983434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3245763658550983434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/swing.html' title='The Swing'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-5013741352512471551</id><published>2010-10-23T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:39:58.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi-la-na</title><content type='html'>Today watch Pi-La-Na with my power rangers gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a R21 movie and the ticketing person ask for our IC and say we are young.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its a movie full of gore and girls with top exposed because they are near the beach. &lt;br /&gt;After the Pi-La-Na attack, what's left are all bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8KHaqfUm_U/TMMA7Lvk9MI/AAAAAAAABBY/hJDH7vS8tR8/s1600/img8156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8KHaqfUm_U/TMMA7Lvk9MI/AAAAAAAABBY/hJDH7vS8tR8/s320/img8156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531265784105727170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended but not for the faint-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-5013741352512471551?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/5013741352512471551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=5013741352512471551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5013741352512471551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5013741352512471551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/pi-la-na.html' title='Pi-la-na'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8KHaqfUm_U/TMMA7Lvk9MI/AAAAAAAABBY/hJDH7vS8tR8/s72-c/img8156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-1908581782965307873</id><published>2010-10-22T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:22:19.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferno Altar</title><content type='html'>Here's today &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ghost&lt;/span&gt; Story. Seem to be the same person. (Previous ghost story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was months after the incident at the barracks that happened to me. I have duty on the 1st of Lunar 7th month with my buddy as the Guard Commander and me as the Guard 2IC. Side track a bit, both of us being a smoker, every time we have duty, we tend to smoke in front of the admin area at night and chitchatting away. In fact, smokers in my camp usually if spotted us together, will opt to do that duty as both of us can get real slack if the Duty Officer was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was the 1st day of lunar 7th month, my buddy, Eugene started to talk crap and suggested that we share some ghost stories we heard. But before that we were instructed by our DO to light the incense for the altar at the barracks. So both of us go and light the incense for the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ensuring everything is alright, we headed back to the front of the admin area to start the lame story sharing. As usual those slack prowlers would gather and we started sharing our encounters. Then that is also when i heard, after months in the camp, the ghostly encounters within the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stories do freak me out, but some do make me laugh for the aftermath was rather comical. So we carried on until it was time I drive the orderly together for a vehicle prowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were driving, my orderly spotted flashes of blue lights at the darkest area in the storehouse areas, where all of us in the depot call it the DEAD SPOT, due to the story sharing session earlier on, plus the experience months back. I decided to just ensure its not intruder and quickly make our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just then, the flashes of light disappeared just when I was looking towards the direction of the blue lights my orderly had spotted. I joked with him that it could be his own imagination, and make our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back in admin area, me and my buddy decided that we shall make another vehicle prowl every 1/2 hour till 12 to ensure there was no intruder as we do not want to take any chances. DO approved and we start to delegate the timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual nothing was spotted and the dog prowlers too spotted nothing, so we decided to "turn in" early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn approaches soon and we have to off all the lights. We off all the lights in the admin and dinning area while the orderly off the barracks. From his statement after that, he took quick glance, the altar was still intact when he went to off the lights. As he was a christian and a non-believer with Chinese deities, he did not light the incense and expects any regular sergeant to do it later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the altar was found to be burnt when we make our way back to the barracks to keep our SBOs. And throughout the supposed burning, no one smell any burning and after putting out the fire, to everyone's surprise, the whole table including the deity was burnt beyond recognition. As we all know, for the whole table to be burn to that state, it has to be a big fire but the ash/black marks only surround a small area and the upper part of the wall. The table which was rest on do not show signs of burning, and the roof as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up, 1 of our regular sergeant who knows a bit about the praying procedures and such did say that it could be the deity protecting us, or some of them say the deity actually "fought or subdued " it and leaves the clay figurine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1908581782965307873?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1908581782965307873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1908581782965307873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1908581782965307873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1908581782965307873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/inferno-altar.html' title='Inferno Altar'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-5115851405498675945</id><published>2010-10-22T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:01:03.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack day</title><content type='html'>Today lunch at Plaza Singapura. After that, walk around. Saw one piece figurines and Im tempted to buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to pay day!!&lt;br /&gt;Im going to buy them all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-5115851405498675945?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/5115851405498675945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=5115851405498675945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5115851405498675945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5115851405498675945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/slack-day.html' title='Slack day'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-6411437962445949793</id><published>2010-10-21T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:15:42.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Piece Manga is out</title><content type='html'>One Piece manga chapter 601 is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fake Luffy was killed.&lt;br /&gt;And what happen to the real one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met up with his nakama. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6411437962445949793?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6411437962445949793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6411437962445949793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6411437962445949793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6411437962445949793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-piece-manga-is-out.html' title='One Piece Manga is out'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7218561532692144553</id><published>2010-10-21T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:10:14.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Did It?</title><content type='html'>For all readers information, the person here is not me.&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the stories I know. Enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all hate it. Most units have Officer Commanding (OC) who thinks their sergeant are Supermans. Having done a very garang DS's duty the night before, they expect you to start work immediately after returning arms even though we are entitled to 4 hours rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there is not much of a choice, i request and highlighted to him that i would KIV my rest to afternoon (which i planned it nicely that i rest, then wake up can go back home), and surprisingly he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies real fast when are focused on finishing something. Soon it was already past lunch time and having delegated my work. I hastily make my way to my well deserved rest. Our bunk, an old barrack that was once belonged to the Old 3rd Guards, was usually hot in the afternoon, but having only me sleeping, I have the whole bed space below the fan to myself. After having a nice chilling bath, I immediately closed my eyes and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, somehow deep in my sleep, whenever I was about to fall into deep sleep. Someone (or something) will start to flick my ear, as though I thought was my buddy playing a trick on me. And a few times, I opened my eyes to look around for the culprit, but was in vain. Still thinking that it was one of my camp mate playing a trick on me. I decided to fake my sleep but as I waited and due to my tiredness, I tend to fall asleep again. And it happened again without fail, disturbing me just when I was about to fall into deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I decided to open my eyes first before thinking who could it be.&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes before my brain could send the relayed signal to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, there was no one around, but my ears still feel the flickering...at that moment, the hair on both my arms all stood, and goosebumps appear all over my body, sensing something wasn't right. I darted out of the barrack and ran as fast as i could. As the back of the admin area was facing the barracks and was a smoking area as well. I stood there and stared with mixed feelings of fear and astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few sticks of smoke, my logical explanation of a camp mate culprit never appeared from the barracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7218561532692144553?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7218561532692144553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7218561532692144553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7218561532692144553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7218561532692144553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-did-it.html' title='Who Did It?'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-772351465959024777</id><published>2010-10-21T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:00:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New me</title><content type='html'>Hi all who have been visiting my blog.&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, my blog will be revived. I have clear away all the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it what happen 2 years back.&lt;br /&gt;Life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will carry on until I find the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sharing with all of you my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;For Anime Fans, I will be posting anime related topic to chat about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Ghost stories lovers, I will try to post a story a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do stay tuned to my blog. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-772351465959024777?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/772351465959024777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=772351465959024777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/772351465959024777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/772351465959024777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/10/brand-new-me.html' title='Brand New me'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-4213485783147845503</id><published>2010-06-22T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:52:53.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Girl</title><content type='html'>Today I would like to share with all of you how my dream girl will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dun need to be very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;2) Dun need to be very rich.&lt;br /&gt;3) Must be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;4) Must be honest to each other, dun everything keep to herself, reason being scare to trouble me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When having meals, I dun like to be the one eating only. Must join me.&lt;br /&gt;6) Cannot everything throw to me to decide. I.e Eat what? What movie to watch?&lt;br /&gt;7) Dun have attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;8) Simple&lt;br /&gt;9) Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if she has this point, I will surely marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Must know what I like, I dun need to say anything, she will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that dream girl appear! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-4213485783147845503?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/4213485783147845503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=4213485783147845503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/4213485783147845503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/4213485783147845503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/06/dream-girl.html' title='Dream Girl'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-261381992854683601</id><published>2010-06-11T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:14:06.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless</title><content type='html'>It has been 1 month and 4 days since I ORD.&lt;br /&gt;Haven got a full time job yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone for 2 interview at the same company.&lt;br /&gt;But that company posted event coordinator on JobStreet.&lt;br /&gt;End up want to psycho me to do sales for them. Multi-Level Marketing (MLM)&lt;br /&gt;I need to go find people sell their product and then earn money from there.&lt;br /&gt;This kind of job how to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to another interview at Newton.&lt;br /&gt;Quite good.&lt;br /&gt;If next time work there got a lot of pretty girls to see. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is an either human resource executive or a event executive.&lt;br /&gt;If really got that job, work 2 years there, I will be promoted to Senior executive.&lt;br /&gt;I will manage a department.&lt;br /&gt;But such a nice job, sure got a lot of people fighting for it.&lt;br /&gt;I am now still waiting for the 2nd round of interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, just now surf through Jobstreet.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a IT Helpdesk/System Support job.&lt;br /&gt;Suited by diploma.&lt;br /&gt;I email that company my resume.&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later, their Human resource executive call me.&lt;br /&gt;Next week go for interview.&lt;br /&gt;He told me must work at least 3 months there, if not by contract, I will have to pay money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months is good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I can work 1 year at that company.&lt;br /&gt;But till now, let see how.&lt;br /&gt;I will compare the salary of my event executive job and this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The better salary will get me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get a full time job after my Poly classmates 3D2N CHALET!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy 1st then work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-261381992854683601?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/261381992854683601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=261381992854683601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/261381992854683601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/261381992854683601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/06/jobless.html' title='Jobless'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1489182803175290883</id><published>2010-05-31T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:35:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up</title><content type='html'>It really been a long time since my last post here.&lt;br /&gt;So I will be a bit naggy this time.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno whether will there be anyone who will still visit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;But i just have to revive it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still the same as before I enlisted.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is all I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you let me choose again.&lt;br /&gt;I rather have the time when I just enlist.&lt;br /&gt;Lesser freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are around with me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your jealousy when I play with my PSP and NDS.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your nagging when I fell sick and dun want to go to see doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your cute face when you focus in doing things.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your blur face when you daze into space.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your hugs.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are not mine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be at a corner of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;As memories.&lt;br /&gt;What's done cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;You have tolerate my temper many times.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I did not cherish you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that one day you will meet your true guy who will cherish you and take care of you. He will not mind whether you are pretty or not, rich or not, healthy or not.&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish you all the best from far.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Guys out there, please cherish what you have now. DUN BE LIKE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1489182803175290883?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1489182803175290883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1489182803175290883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1489182803175290883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1489182803175290883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/05/give-up.html' title='Give up'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-8013525653178759118</id><published>2010-04-15T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:42:46.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD LO!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a really long time since I updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be my turn to shout, "ORD LO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Yr 10 Mths just passed.&lt;br /&gt;No more Shi* to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to thank all my sergeants for taking care of me when I was just a recruit and when I am still a trainee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank all my superiors after passing out as a 3SG.&lt;br /&gt;Thank for their guidances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly thank my ex-gf for being there for me when I was suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Although we did not walk the journey to end together.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I want to thank you for being there during my worst time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;You are so sweet, and yet I let you down. Haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;You are always my motivation when it comes to training.&lt;br /&gt;I train hard because I look forward to seeing you during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;But ever since we broke up, life was the never the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;(Hope she sees my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ORD LO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new life will start once I ORD!&lt;br /&gt;A fresh new start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8013525653178759118?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8013525653178759118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=8013525653178759118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8013525653178759118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8013525653178759118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/04/ord-lo.html' title='ORD LO!!!'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-2322084809724063110</id><published>2010-01-25T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:53:52.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently dunno what happen to so many couples.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of couples around me in camp broke up.&lt;br /&gt;1 of them also going to get a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the world is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also the same.&lt;br /&gt;Broke up with my wonderful gf last year.&lt;br /&gt;Make a wrong move. (make her sad)&lt;br /&gt;And now suffer with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them who broke up seems fine.&lt;br /&gt;I tell them about my story.&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to find a new gf.&lt;br /&gt;They can take it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;But I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year valentines' day.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated with her.&lt;br /&gt;Bought her flower for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Go changi airport watch aeroplanes.&lt;br /&gt;Take a lot of photos.&lt;br /&gt;This year I am all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year CNY.&lt;br /&gt;Have a stupid request for her.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her wear nice a bit.&lt;br /&gt;First time saw her carry handbag.&lt;br /&gt;This year I duty in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember those days that I spend with her when she was in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she was sick and fragile.&lt;br /&gt;She never forget my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;First time my birthday celebrated in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Got a fork and spoon and knife for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day I enlisted.&lt;br /&gt;All the way until we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember all the things we do together.&lt;br /&gt;For example, how shy when are together.&lt;br /&gt;How shy she is.&lt;br /&gt;Our First hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;Our First kiss (I was cheeky that time)&lt;br /&gt;Our First hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things I remember carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now all these can only be just memories.&lt;br /&gt;Before I pass out.&lt;br /&gt;My life as a trainee was simple.&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to what my instructor say.&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are any problems.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to highlight to my instructor.&lt;br /&gt;Get advice from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life now as a commander.&lt;br /&gt;My men also broke up with their gf.&lt;br /&gt;Cry and tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to act tough and console them now.&lt;br /&gt;All these happen now.&lt;br /&gt;Who do I look for to console?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why couple break up during army life.&lt;br /&gt;1) Girl found new BF.&lt;br /&gt;2) Guy become GAY! (Not truth for me)&lt;br /&gt;3) Cannot compromise each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life now is like having 2 different life.&lt;br /&gt;When I am a Civilian, I have freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am wearing green, I have responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;The life of my men depend on me.&lt;br /&gt;The regimentation in camp also.&lt;br /&gt;Discipline is a MUST!&lt;br /&gt;It is like a prison just that you can come out on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering in Taiwan is also another thing.&lt;br /&gt;Enduring the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;Almost dying.&lt;br /&gt;Day and Night thinking about my gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I am motivated when I am in camp.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not.&lt;br /&gt;Last time weekend come out can meet gf.&lt;br /&gt;Now alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know whatever I say now will not change anything.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling will not come back now.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing you so much happier now.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say, "OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As Long You Are Fine, Im Fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY and Valentines' Day in Advance.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-2322084809724063110?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/2322084809724063110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=2322084809724063110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2322084809724063110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2322084809724063110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2010/01/breaking-up.html' title='Breaking Up'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1607648815074979964</id><published>2009-08-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:09:31.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a long time since I finally blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic will be Couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel that being together we must compromise each other.&lt;br /&gt;Believe each other.&lt;br /&gt;But always because of these 2 stupid things,&lt;br /&gt;couple quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that sometime I also quarrel with my gf.&lt;br /&gt;But everytime after each quarrel, we know and appreaciate each other more.&lt;br /&gt;Because during quarrelling, both of them will speak their truth.&lt;br /&gt;What they truely think.&lt;br /&gt;And then, the 2 party will think of what each other had said.&lt;br /&gt;And try to change.&lt;br /&gt;That's how human change.&lt;br /&gt;Learning through mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;Turning each other into a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if just 1 of them don't know how to think.&lt;br /&gt;They break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because of some stupid mistake, even husband and wife also will divorce. (Im hinting something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because of something small, make until so big, divorce or break up.&lt;br /&gt;Worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1607648815074979964?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1607648815074979964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1607648815074979964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1607648815074979964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1607648815074979964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/08/couples.html' title='Couples'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-6671934368015132288</id><published>2009-08-07T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:57:11.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekong field camp</title><content type='html'>Finally I am back from the longest field camp ever in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;8 days and 7 nights.&lt;br /&gt;This time round in tekong, not as a recruit but as a commander.&lt;br /&gt;No more whacking by my sergeants, but instead I am whacking recruits.&lt;br /&gt;Making them stronger and tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who scare dirty will be changed by me.&lt;br /&gt;Not scare of dirty anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, their field camp was the slackest field camp ever.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy good life.&lt;br /&gt;RECRUITS CAN BATH DURING FIELD CAMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;My time where got this welfare.&lt;br /&gt;All of us stink like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did something meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;There was this recruit who birthday fall in one of the days of fieldcamp.&lt;br /&gt;We give him a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "tekan" him like siao.&lt;br /&gt;Push-ups with rifle, crunches with rifle.&lt;br /&gt;Run here, run there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my OC cook for him "shou mian" and give him 1 redbull for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;He cried.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I bet he will never forget this 19th birthday in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this trip, we also saw animals.&lt;br /&gt;Monitor lizards, snakes and WILD BOARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;We saw a platoon of WILD BOARS!! &lt;br /&gt;Thats about 30 plus at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Wild boar is cute.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest one will walk in front.&lt;br /&gt;Follow by a much smaller one and so on.&lt;br /&gt;We will see a straight line of wildboar walking, from big to small in size.&lt;br /&gt;Small one was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go catch crabs.&lt;br /&gt;We eat nice food bought by our superiors.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday cook maggie mee. (think my hair will drop off)&lt;br /&gt;Every night we have movie screening.&lt;br /&gt;We got projector to project out onto the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Laptop to play the video.&lt;br /&gt;Outfield can surf internet.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my superior laptop which come together with a wireless modem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it had come to the scariest part of my Tekong trip.&lt;br /&gt;My superiors and I were watching movie at night.&lt;br /&gt;Light was off in the training shed.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel a lot of long hair covering my face.&lt;br /&gt;I stun, but remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that nothing happen.&lt;br /&gt;I pull those long hairs.&lt;br /&gt;It dropped to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue watching until the movie ended.&lt;br /&gt;My superior on the light in the training shed.&lt;br /&gt;I search around, there are no long hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another encounter is by my friend.&lt;br /&gt;He was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;And half-way mid night.&lt;br /&gt;He feel something touching him.&lt;br /&gt;He scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we saw handprint on the ceiling of the training shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another encounter by my friend.&lt;br /&gt;This one is real one.&lt;br /&gt;He saw a "sweet wrapper"&lt;br /&gt;"sweet wrapper" is a malay body.&lt;br /&gt;When a Malay person pass away.&lt;br /&gt;His body was brought back by he family.&lt;br /&gt;Wash already and wrap up with white cloth.&lt;br /&gt;He saw one hanging on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we saw malay people coming to the camp site and pray.&lt;br /&gt;Now we understand.&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tekong trip was relaxing and fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6671934368015132288?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6671934368015132288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6671934368015132288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6671934368015132288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6671934368015132288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/08/tekong-field-camp.html' title='Tekong field camp'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1056516612122065256</id><published>2009-07-07T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:10:35.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 yr le</title><content type='html'>It had really been a long time since I last touch this blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Got dust already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;1 yr already.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we were still normal friends.&lt;br /&gt;You send me to Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing me again when I 1st bookout, BOTAK-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently, all the book-in you will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at me sweetly, sending me off.&lt;br /&gt;All my tekong platoon mates were envy of me.&lt;br /&gt;Even those with gf for 3 yrs plus dun even get their own gf to send them off.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one and only one that will do this silly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when I spend my 1st field camp in tekong.&lt;br /&gt;7 days 6 nights in the field.&lt;br /&gt;Dirtier than a pig.&lt;br /&gt;I will still think of you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how I pass by everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Keep thinking how am I going to spend the time with you when I book out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was tough, but as long as I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I can overcome everything.&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying.&lt;br /&gt;Tough dun last, but tough man do. (Bcos I think of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I has been a long way until SISPEC, AISL.&lt;br /&gt;You will always want to send me off to camp without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in unit.&lt;br /&gt;More free time.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Thursday nights out.&lt;br /&gt;I will surely want to meet you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a romantic person.&lt;br /&gt;Do not how to make you smile when time are down.&lt;br /&gt;We were the same as other couple.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime also pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But always after these patterns, we know each other more and become even closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that night, when I call you.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you are admitted to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Whole night thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Im on leave.&lt;br /&gt;When to hospital see you in a bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish the person lying there was me not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in taiwan, I miss your bday.&lt;br /&gt;Could not celebrate with you.&lt;br /&gt;You are so understanding until you do not blame me.&lt;br /&gt;And I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;1 month of not seeing you was really a torture to me.&lt;br /&gt;When shivering inside my wet sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing wear clothing.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in wet conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Wind blowing strongly.&lt;br /&gt;I could not even feel my toe.&lt;br /&gt;Temperature was 7 degrees celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I afraid is that will I die here and unable to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Missing you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its 1 yr already, I really thank you for being so understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Waited thru my NS life.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this yr will not be the only 1 yr.&lt;br /&gt;I will be looking forward to our 11th yr, 111th yr and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1056516612122065256?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1056516612122065256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1056516612122065256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1056516612122065256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1056516612122065256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-yr-le.html' title='1 yr le'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-9207877648603418233</id><published>2009-05-24T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:37:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancestors Outing</title><content type='html'>Hi bloggy, it had been a while ever since I last posted here 1 month ago.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very fun outing but too bad my dear was not there.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoy to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Playing arcade especially.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth and me cleared a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It have been a long time since all the ancestors meet out.&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, this time round will be a combo.&lt;br /&gt;Any ex DCNT/1B23 students and Ancestors from ENV club who read this blog, there will be a BBQ on the 13 JUNE 09 at WEST COAST.&lt;br /&gt;More details will be added on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to how's my life in the army.&lt;br /&gt;It was bad.&lt;br /&gt;Workload started to increase.&lt;br /&gt;Men dun listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Because mostly going to ORD.&lt;br /&gt;3rd Sergeant got no power in HQ.&lt;br /&gt;Because HQ is a place where all the "chao keng" men post to.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be in Combat Company.&lt;br /&gt;"Chiong Sua" so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw these stories were for JOYCEE!&lt;br /&gt;My HQ building was haunted.&lt;br /&gt;1st week posted in, my friend and I were to sleep in 1 haunted bunk.&lt;br /&gt;Many had said that the bunk will lock itself up during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;LOCK FROM INSIDE!&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE BED BLOCKING THE DOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back from weekend.&lt;br /&gt;The door is lock.&lt;br /&gt;Open door with key.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a bed blocking the door.&lt;br /&gt;How could that be happening?&lt;br /&gt;Plus the bunk when OFF all the lights it will become pitch dark.&lt;br /&gt;Totally cannot even see ur hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet cubicles also lock itself up on alternate days.&lt;br /&gt;Today this cubicle, tomorrow that cubicle, the day after this cubicle again.&lt;br /&gt;Because when I read through the archives of accident throughout these years.&lt;br /&gt;There were men committing suicide in the bunks and toilets.&lt;br /&gt;1 of the day 14 JAN.&lt;br /&gt;It was also known as the ARMOUR BLACK DAY because 3 tanks overturn and people killed under the same tree in the training area outside SUNGEI GEDONG CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any heavy vehicles which passes under this tree will overturn.&lt;br /&gt;So on the 14JAN, no training will be carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep on updating when I hear of any army mysterious stories.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to ORD safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-9207877648603418233?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/9207877648603418233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=9207877648603418233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/9207877648603418233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/9207877648603418233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/05/ancestors-outing.html' title='Ancestors Outing'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-3227220397776442400</id><published>2009-04-18T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:03:54.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sergeant</title><content type='html'>I am now officially 3rd Sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;Pass out on 16 april 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking forward to my life in my new unit.&lt;br /&gt;41 SAR (Singapore Armoured Regiment)&lt;br /&gt;Will be taking recruits on 12 June.&lt;br /&gt;Slack from now till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be reporting this coming Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~happy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3227220397776442400?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/3227220397776442400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=3227220397776442400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3227220397776442400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3227220397776442400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/04/sergeant.html' title='Sergeant'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7256366413211365283</id><published>2009-03-28T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:34:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Singapore</title><content type='html'>This morning at about 1240 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I touch down in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been through at lot of hardship in taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;Mental torturing especially.&lt;br /&gt;I learn to appreciate things more.&lt;br /&gt;Will not take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 days of hardship.&lt;br /&gt;3 days of R &amp; R (Relax and recreation)&lt;br /&gt;Bought a lot of stuffs for my family and gf.&lt;br /&gt;Will update photo when I receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7256366413211365283?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7256366413211365283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7256366413211365283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7256366413211365283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7256366413211365283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-singapore.html' title='Back in Singapore'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-420868247905094131</id><published>2009-03-01T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:29:35.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more day</title><content type='html'>1 more day before I fly off.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was happy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I am going to pass out soon.&lt;br /&gt;My last final battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that I will be missing my beloved family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;And also my beloved dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, living condition will be bad there.&lt;br /&gt;Missing a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;It will be a great challenge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ar!&lt;br /&gt;1 month cant see me.&lt;br /&gt;R u ready to take up this challenge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-420868247905094131?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/420868247905094131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=420868247905094131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/420868247905094131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/420868247905094131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-more-day.html' title='1 more day'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7603424027532814100</id><published>2009-02-22T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:53:55.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armour Specialist</title><content type='html'>3 months had passed in my Armour life.&lt;br /&gt;2 months to go before I become an Armour Specialist.&lt;br /&gt;1 more week before I embark on my ROC training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have a lot of things to write here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;But when I stare at the posting page.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;1 month of mental suffering in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot see family.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot see my gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7603424027532814100?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7603424027532814100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7603424027532814100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7603424027532814100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7603424027532814100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/02/armour-specialist.html' title='Armour Specialist'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1181425230455042931</id><published>2009-02-14T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:03:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Today was Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;And I spend my day with my special one.&lt;br /&gt;My darling dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a romantic kind of guy but every words I say to you means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;Like what you have said before.&lt;br /&gt;Being able to be together, everyday will be valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sweet present.&lt;br /&gt;You made it urself.&lt;br /&gt;Love it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like my present too!&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for waiting for me throughout my 7 months of NS life.&lt;br /&gt;16 days to Taiwan training.&lt;br /&gt;And will be away for 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;This will be the ultimate obstacle we will encounter.&lt;br /&gt;We can overcome it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1181425230455042931?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1181425230455042931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1181425230455042931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1181425230455042931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1181425230455042931'/><link 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(Taiwan trip)&lt;br /&gt;Cant really spend time with my beloved dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got my new *mistress*&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a Nintendo DS Lite.&lt;br /&gt;Almost got corned by someone.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily Im smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend no more valentine day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8328241176669629674?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8328241176669629674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=8328241176669629674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8328241176669629674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8328241176669629674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/02/suay-year.html' title='Suay Year'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-8109355638765750614</id><published>2009-02-01T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:12:51.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outfield</title><content type='html'>This morning just book out from camp.&lt;br /&gt;And I will be booking in tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming there will be a 3 days 2 nights field camp starting on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Follow by a lot of outfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, will be the ultimate obstacle for me and my dear.&lt;br /&gt;That is my taiwan trip for my ROC.&lt;br /&gt;Will be away from her for 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Holding on to her hands tightly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8109355638765750614?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8109355638765750614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=8109355638765750614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8109355638765750614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8109355638765750614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/02/outfield.html' title='Outfield'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-6045175659906694734</id><published>2009-01-27T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:56:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A totally different Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>This year CNY was a totally different one for me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I will spending most of my time in camp.&lt;br /&gt;There will be live firing exercise this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;So after the range will be booking out on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;And I was confine due to one stupid mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Failing my theory test.&lt;br /&gt;So for those that can book out, will be booking out Sunday morning and booking in Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;For me, no book out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn fed up with this kind of arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;Why was there live firing on Saturday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6045175659906694734?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6045175659906694734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6045175659906694734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6045175659906694734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6045175659906694734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2009/01/totally-different-chinese-new-year.html' title='A totally different Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-8680364030594847355</id><published>2009-01-24T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:13:09.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shagged</title><content type='html'>35hours without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning woke up at 12.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have live firing on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I am selected as the ammo party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted a lot of waiting time and counting ammo time.&lt;br /&gt;We work until 9plus am before we leave the ammo unit.&lt;br /&gt;Go back my camp and start our live firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of ammo use is enough for me sleep on as a bed in the tonner.&lt;br /&gt;After live firing, we account for the empty cartridges and sent them back to the ammo dump.&lt;br /&gt;Counting was the hectic part.&lt;br /&gt;7k plus of ammunition.&lt;br /&gt;only 10 people counting.&lt;br /&gt;Still need to stack them up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;We reach camp at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;Bath and book out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30plus hours without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wohohoho!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8680364030594847355?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-4606142302074878990</id><published>2009-01-11T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:42:26.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving bunk</title><content type='html'>After 2 months of training, we finally finish our trade course.&lt;br /&gt;Now moving on to the toughest part.&lt;br /&gt;Section Battle Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week after I book in, we will have a lot of outfield.&lt;br /&gt;More field camp coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these were alright to me.&lt;br /&gt;Whats sad for me was that my section will be splitting up because my section have a lot of OOC (Out Of Course) personnels.&lt;br /&gt;So no choice but to split up and join other sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to meeting up with my new section mates.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-302797201657251551</id><published>2008-12-28T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:10:51.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin</title><content type='html'>My new violent blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Post any comments u like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-302797201657251551?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/302797201657251551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=302797201657251551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my power ranger buddies.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make the chocolate lava.&lt;br /&gt;Smooth chocolate flowing out of the cake itself when being cut.&lt;br /&gt;Just like my heart having lots of emotional feelings about my dear when I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other then that, I make you sad again.&lt;br /&gt;Im not understanding enough.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for dumping you the bag and just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;I cried after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I treasure this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for waiting for me throughout my most difficult part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;5months ler!&lt;br /&gt;Going 6months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this chain wun stop.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-4144182704088263503</id><published>2008-12-21T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:54:13.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Christmas</title><content type='html'>This week was a very long and tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;6 hours of continuous lecture (no break) in one day.&lt;br /&gt;2 ippt test on alternate days.&lt;br /&gt;Injure my elbow while stripping a 100plus kilograms weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Around 40plus kg landed on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I still manage to pull on.&lt;br /&gt;Still can do 12 chin-ups during ippt test.&lt;br /&gt;Got a silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week, I will have my beret presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Finally dun need to wear jockey cap. (look like recruit)&lt;br /&gt;But bad news was, I am going to take off my corporal rank.&lt;br /&gt;Because I got a new rank which show no pride.&lt;br /&gt;Corporal rank is better.&lt;br /&gt;A pin on rank.&lt;br /&gt;Pin on the left arm.&lt;br /&gt;Look like "song kar"&lt;br /&gt;My new rank was call the specialist cadet.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;No pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to pass out soon.&lt;br /&gt;But let me enjoy the upcoming holidays 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas on the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;Booking out on wednesday and 1 long weekend for me from wednesday to sunday den book in.&lt;br /&gt;New year day also.&lt;br /&gt;And also Chinese New year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to all these holidays to spend my time with my family, friends and YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-4144182704088263503?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-3893736431676480361</id><published>2008-12-13T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:34:03.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunnery Phase</title><content type='html'>This week has pass quite slow although I book in on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;We learn GPMG (General Purpose Machine Gun) which was very heavy.&lt;br /&gt;10Kg per gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying it in one hand by the carrying handle up to the fifth level which was my bunk.&lt;br /&gt;Stripping the rifle in 21 sec.&lt;br /&gt;Assembling the rifle in 22 sec.&lt;br /&gt;Thats was the passing timing for the test.&lt;br /&gt;After so many days of practice.&lt;br /&gt;Getting so many cuts on my fingers by the metal pieces of the gun.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to pass the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week will be HMG (Heavy Machine Gun)&lt;br /&gt;30Kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this physical suffering was not as painful as emotional suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Worry about my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Worry about her blood test on the 16th of Dec.&lt;br /&gt;Worry about her suffering under so many needles.&lt;br /&gt;Worry about her everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope nothing will happen to her.&lt;br /&gt;*Praying Hard*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3893736431676480361?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/3893736431676480361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=3893736431676480361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for them by burning my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I miss out a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot go out with my dear and friends.&lt;br /&gt;But doing the guard duty wasnt that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I am doing as a Prowler.&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the camp area.&lt;br /&gt;PATROLLING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great partner by my side who can chit chat with me during prowling.&lt;br /&gt;3 dogs which follow us throughout the prowling route.&lt;br /&gt;Our guard commander told us not to follow the dogs at night because it means something.&lt;br /&gt;So at night we took another route that the dogs will not follow.&lt;br /&gt;This time doing guard duty was very happening.&lt;br /&gt;We walk halfway at night at around 11plus.&lt;br /&gt;We heard sound from one building.&lt;br /&gt;Sound was like someone prying something open.&lt;br /&gt;We inform guard commander and they immediately came to find us.&lt;br /&gt;We turn on search light and the sound was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also heard Malay music in the middle of the night outside the fences.&lt;br /&gt;This camp consist only of Chinese and Indian.&lt;br /&gt;No malay inside this camp.&lt;br /&gt;But why was there Malay music?&lt;br /&gt;Illegal Immigrants from other countries singing malay songs outside the camp.(Outside my camp was all forest)&lt;br /&gt;We inform the police to catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end our shift and return back to guard room.&lt;br /&gt;We saw a list of soldiers who AWOL (Absences Without Official Leave)&lt;br /&gt;In Mandarin is 逃兵.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly chinese guys were the ones AWOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, next shift again.&lt;br /&gt;This time round we walk slowly.&lt;br /&gt;But after we walk past the vehicle shed.&lt;br /&gt;The alarm suddenly went off.&lt;br /&gt;Ringing and ringing and ringing.&lt;br /&gt;We inform guard commander again.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we realise that it was a personel mending the vehicle shed trip the alarm accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all tired, as for me, I did not sleep throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;Return weapon and book out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for ghost stories in my camp.&lt;br /&gt;I will blog it once I knew any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, although my bday was over.&lt;br /&gt;But I still would wish that my dear will recover fully soon.&lt;br /&gt;No more medicine for her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-2724178922544504261?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/2724178922544504261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=2724178922544504261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;It makes you think that nothing can stand in your way.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting inside was also very dangerous as the vehicle will keep on shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Drivers and troopers must wear helmet if they are inside the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, my dear finally get discharged from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;She's recovering soon.&lt;br /&gt;Will be back to school in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow will be book in day again.&lt;br /&gt;Driving lesson all the way and STAND BY VEHICLE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-882670923433884522?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/882670923433884522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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post something before booking in for a new unit life.&lt;br /&gt;Corporal already.&lt;br /&gt;Discipline must be there.&lt;br /&gt;After today, I will start my new unit life.&lt;br /&gt;Even more discipline than Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my beloved dear finally stop having fever.&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, so many people care for her.&lt;br /&gt;Especially her parents and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;But her platelet still too low.&lt;br /&gt;So once after tomorrow start, it will be my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And this year birthday wish will be...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my dear will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8KHaqfUm_U/SSlL6QkzjbI/AAAAAAAABAg/dEXzCOJgMLc/s1600-h/get_well_soon_graphics_17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/4773736914649435602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-god.html' title='Thanks God'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8KHaqfUm_U/SSlL6QkzjbI/AAAAAAAABAg/dEXzCOJgMLc/s72-c/get_well_soon_graphics_17.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-1561090776765316284</id><published>2008-11-20T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:52:18.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Today when I step into the ward.&lt;br /&gt;Saw you.&lt;br /&gt;My tears start to roll down.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you suffering and yet cant do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like living hell.&lt;br /&gt;You said you are fine.&lt;br /&gt;But I know you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;You do not want me to worry.&lt;br /&gt;But how do I not worry?&lt;br /&gt;Most disheartening when I saw your blood being drawn.&lt;br /&gt;You are scare of needles.&lt;br /&gt;But yet suffer in silence.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you cried.&lt;br /&gt;Saying you are in pain.&lt;br /&gt;My heart turn sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray hard to god.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you to recover fully.&lt;br /&gt;I do not mind if god exchange my lifetime for your recovery.&lt;br /&gt;As long you are fine and healthy and not suffering anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I will not mind if my life get shorten.&lt;br /&gt;As long you are fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1561090776765316284?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1561090776765316284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1561090776765316284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1561090776765316284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1561090776765316284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-8365038414384412862</id><published>2008-11-16T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:11:20.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost stories</title><content type='html'>Oops!&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgotten that my readers actually requested more ghost stories from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall share one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got guard duty on 1 weekend during my SISPEC life.&lt;br /&gt;That duty was very slack.&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting with my partner at the desk inside an air-con room.&lt;br /&gt;People who come in must pass through this counter to have their IC exchange for the camp pass.&lt;br /&gt;My partner and I was watching a show(is taiwan drama not PORN hor!!!) inside the office at the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I will sometime observe the CCTV to check whether got people entering or not.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a figure at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;The CCTV was inplanted with night vision.&lt;br /&gt;What I saw was just a figure.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure whether is human or not.&lt;br /&gt;I alarm my partner.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us look outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was actually a barrier outside the counter for people to queue.&lt;br /&gt;I shall describe it.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 metal stand with red cloth tie from 1 stand to another.&lt;br /&gt;There is 2 pair outside the counter.&lt;br /&gt;1 of them was moving.&lt;br /&gt;The other one was not.&lt;br /&gt;We were shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the power trip.&lt;br /&gt;There was a blackout.&lt;br /&gt;The office for us run under another power supply so luckily there was still light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RP immediately wake up and take the key from our office to turn back on the power.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine now.&lt;br /&gt;My partner and I do not want to think so much about this incident and we continue to go back watch our taiwan drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8365038414384412862?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8365038414384412862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=8365038414384412862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8365038414384412862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8365038414384412862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghost-stories.html' title='Ghost stories'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-5145768854155172989</id><published>2008-11-16T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:54:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corporal</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog already.&lt;br /&gt;Today I decide to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just completed my BSLC (Basic Section Leader Course)&lt;br /&gt;After a tiring 28km route march I finally got my rank as a corporal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also posted to Armour as an armor section leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I have to report to the camp tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;No break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN AR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-5145768854155172989?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/5145768854155172989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=5145768854155172989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5145768854155172989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5145768854155172989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/11/corporal.html' title='corporal'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-519517063306862646</id><published>2008-10-26T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:23:42.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Recently booking out have been very bored.&lt;br /&gt;No games to play.&lt;br /&gt;No movies to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-519517063306862646?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/519517063306862646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=519517063306862646' title='0 Comments'/><link 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navigation exercise.&lt;br /&gt;This exercise need us to find 3 day checkpoints and 1 night checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my team found the 1st 2 day checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;As we are going to find our last day checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;We Hollanded!!! (Lost)&lt;br /&gt;We bash in one direction and end up by the side of PIE.&lt;br /&gt;We walk beside the expressway and go back to the end point.&lt;br /&gt;At night, it was dark and difficult to navigate.&lt;br /&gt;But still we manage to find the night checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;We were the 2nd wave of trainees to reach back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;Reach camp at around 10plus.&lt;br /&gt;Wash my dirty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Wash my dirty boots.&lt;br /&gt;Because 1 of my leg went into a mud deep until it reaches the height my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday was boring lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was lectures again.&lt;br /&gt;But this time we have nights out.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Jurong Point with my girl.&lt;br /&gt;She is still limping as she walk.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, we have CCR.&lt;br /&gt;Combat Conditioning Run.&lt;br /&gt;Running 1KM and than clear the obstacles in SOC.&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I can clear the obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy because not even once I cleared SOC in BMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I have to stay back for RT.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for my sit-ups in IPPT test.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I have my retest for my TSR (Training Safety Regulations)&lt;br /&gt;Need 90 out of 100 to pass.&lt;br /&gt;First time I get 80 plus.&lt;br /&gt;This time round also 80 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend will be burned again.&lt;br /&gt;Next week, it will be my field camp.&lt;br /&gt;Will not be even calling back home or even to my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she will recover soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-280707997018002300?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/280707997018002300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=280707997018002300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/280707997018002300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/280707997018002300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-week-was-fun-in-beginning-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1902100368249313799</id><published>2008-10-10T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:11:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siong Week</title><content type='html'>Today I can finally book out after the tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we have our compass course.&lt;br /&gt;Navigating in the forest on our own.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily the area covered was small.&lt;br /&gt;Its uphill and slope and after a rain.&lt;br /&gt;Fall down more than 20 times when navigating at night. (without light)&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun and I am in the first wave of trainees to come out from the forest at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we have navigation practical and theory test.&lt;br /&gt;Theory was ok for me.&lt;br /&gt;But practical was siong again.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing uphill and down slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we have IPPT test.&lt;br /&gt;Got a pass only because of my sit-up again.&lt;br /&gt;And once again Im the only one in my company that cannot do sit-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Girls can do better than me. (Lose face)&lt;br /&gt;We also have SAW Live firing.&lt;br /&gt;The weapon is almost about the same as machine gun.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot very fast.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot until very late.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep at 12plus and wake up 5 plus next morning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we have our "outing".&lt;br /&gt;Navigation exercise inside Mandai Forest.&lt;br /&gt;Bashing through the forest with our SBO and rifle.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of real soldier.&lt;br /&gt;Got cut by thorns and twigs.&lt;br /&gt;But the most wonderful thing is.&lt;br /&gt;After the exercise.&lt;br /&gt;My section mates and I catch fireflies.&lt;br /&gt;It was so romantic at night.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dear was with me.&lt;br /&gt;After catching, we release all the fireflies together.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very fulfilling exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing the wonder of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, we learn our new weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Have some siong training.&lt;br /&gt;Then book out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next monday we will be going Mandai Forest again.&lt;br /&gt;This time round will be on our own without sergeant following us.&lt;br /&gt;And lesser people in one team as compare to the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;The night will be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard that I will not "HoLan" (mean LOST in army term)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly and most importantly, hope my dear will recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1902100368249313799?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1902100368249313799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1902100368249313799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1902100368249313799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1902100368249313799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/10/siong-week.html' title='Siong Week'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7969037792866317385</id><published>2008-10-04T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:08:06.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Today was my games day.&lt;br /&gt;Tug of war not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;First match already lose.&lt;br /&gt;Because our team is the lightest among all the teams.&lt;br /&gt;But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;We had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come some more ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I heard from my platoon mate in SISPEC. He was Ninja Company when he was in BMT.&lt;br /&gt;Ninja was haunted. He said his platoon mate saw a head coming out and going in from the window of the Annex Room when he was going out to pee in the middle of the night. He quickly ran and slam his bunk door shut. Waking all his bunk mates up.&lt;br /&gt;(Dunno true anot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) For those doing guard duty at another place which is the Rocky Hill Camp in Tekong, those guards inside the guard room will see something in the CCTV in the middle of the night. The thing will jump up and fly off. They suspect its PONTIANA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I heard from my another friend in SISPEC. He said when doing Navigation in Mandai Forest. Do not put your rifle down onto the ground in the middle of the night when navigating. The rifle will sink down into the ground. And cannot be dug up. The owner of the rifle will get charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I remember that my own BMT company was actually haunted. The toilet of my platoon, 2nd last cubical. Even though the light of the toilet is always on. The 2nd last cubical will always be very dark inside. Because their few years back, a recruit   &lt;br /&gt;committed suicide inside. Because of love and stress in BMT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I will sometime scare my dear run away. But I have faith in her. The feeling of having a girlfriend during BMT and afraid that she left you, will always be there. But it is up to you to handle it. Believing her or not. As for me, I truly believe her. (Sweet right?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who are attach and will be entering the army in a few years time. It is up to you to handle your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why people always say, "ARMY IS A PROCESS WHEREBY A BOY TURN INTO A MAN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, those who read the recent news that the soldier died during chin-ups. He was previously from my company in BMT. Sad to lost a company mate just like that. &lt;br /&gt;So to those still in army, do take care of yourself during training.&lt;br /&gt;Do not push so much during training.&lt;br /&gt;Because there is always another day to fight the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7969037792866317385?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7969037792866317385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7969037792866317385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7969037792866317385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7969037792866317385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/10/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1906511724649996256</id><published>2008-10-01T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:13:58.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selemat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Hi to all my readers, Im back again.&lt;br /&gt;This time round is because of Hari Raya thats why Im able to book out.&lt;br /&gt;A bit stupid as we just stay in camp for a few days and book out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training has been as always. (so fierce)&lt;br /&gt;Representing my company in tug of war competition during this week Games' Day.&lt;br /&gt;Training for the tug of war is also tough. (Now Im having back muscle ache)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, something that I am looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;There will soon be a navigation in either Mandai Forest or Tekong forest.&lt;br /&gt;We will be walking in groups of 7.&lt;br /&gt;Having a compass and map.&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;If we are not lost, will walk out of forest at 11pm plus.&lt;br /&gt;If not, we will be walking out at 2 to 3am plus.&lt;br /&gt;It will be quite a fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, I will try to gather more army ghost stories to put on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Readers, stay tune~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1906511724649996256?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-806878512697545158</id><published>2008-09-27T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:42:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sispec training</title><content type='html'>The training in SISPEC was tougher than BMT.&lt;br /&gt;Timing to met is also much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Have a TSR (Training Safety Regulations) test yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But fail.&lt;br /&gt;I have to burn 1 of my weekend to re take the test.&lt;br /&gt;To pass the test you have to get 90 out of 100 because it is on safety for my men next time.&lt;br /&gt;The happiest thing in SISPEC is that my IPPT improve a lot.&lt;br /&gt;From pass to silver.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let my readers know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver in Poly standard is just a Pass in Army standard. &lt;br /&gt;So I get Silver is Gold in Poly standard.&lt;br /&gt;If I get Gold in Army, Wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I will be damn fit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will chiong hard for the next test.&lt;br /&gt;Will receive 400 bucks if you get Gold.&lt;br /&gt;2.4km now is no kick to me.&lt;br /&gt;Because every morning run 3km.&lt;br /&gt;My timing for 2.4km is Gold timing.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to my sit-up station.&lt;br /&gt;I can only get silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning have to sing the school song.&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School of Infantry Specialist, here we come.&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers of every creed and race.&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers to Specialist we will become.&lt;br /&gt;Leaders of Six men will set the pace.&lt;br /&gt;SISPEC Warriors, we are the warriors.&lt;br /&gt;SISPEC Warriors, with pride we will lead.&lt;br /&gt;Fearlessly we train with pride.&lt;br /&gt;Training hard, full of might.&lt;br /&gt;Train to lead by day and night.&lt;br /&gt;We will strive for greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a specialist creed to pledge every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Am the Specialist of the Singapore Armed Forces.&lt;br /&gt;With pride I lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;Excel in my Field,&lt;br /&gt;Ensure the discipline of my men&lt;br /&gt;And their mission-readiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;Overcome my adversity &lt;br /&gt;With my Fighting spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;Will Defend Singapore&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creed has a very fierce tone.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 23 more weeks to a sergeant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-806878512697545158?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/806878512697545158/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>1 last day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be the day I report and train hard to become a sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind to become a sergeant and not an officer.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the interaction between my men next time.&lt;br /&gt;Being officer cannot really interact much with the men.&lt;br /&gt;But it is different for a sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im aiming to become a platoon sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;Treating my men with respect.&lt;br /&gt;And after the 6 months of "shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can officially say this term: "Knock it down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-757830195019099839?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/757830195019099839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>Today, finally got my posting.&lt;br /&gt;Very EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early in the morning to check.&lt;br /&gt;Posting still not out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out again for another trail.&lt;br /&gt;Ask my mum help me check.&lt;br /&gt;Scare I listen wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;Call my friend help me check again.&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im posted to SISPEC.&lt;br /&gt;It is a command school.&lt;br /&gt;Whereby you will be commission as a sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;But I wish to go OCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gonna chiong all out!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to cross over to OCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia You Ba!!&lt;br /&gt;NG TAT HONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-315825530584884879?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-4551395869408535060</id><published>2008-09-18T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:01:59.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail</title><content type='html'>I am keeping this low profile.&lt;br /&gt;Because I do not want to get caught.&lt;br /&gt;Working during block leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. thats right.&lt;br /&gt;I have my 1st trail in Botak head today.&lt;br /&gt;Trail to Jurong Bird Park for Corporation Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the students were the reverse this time.&lt;br /&gt;Boys were very well-behaved.&lt;br /&gt;Girls were very chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;Overall the trail was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 1 thing that ache my heart a lot but heart warming.&lt;br /&gt;My dear was sick.&lt;br /&gt;But she still come find me after the trail despite the sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR AR!!!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SEE THIS, I ONLY WANT TO TELL YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REST WELL AND LOVE YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-4551395869408535060?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/4551395869408535060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=4551395869408535060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/4551395869408535060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/4551395869408535060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/09/trail.html' title='Trail'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7906871568113044755</id><published>2008-09-15T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:11:41.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4Bia</title><content type='html'>Today Im quite bored for the whole of afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;So decided to catch a movie with dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 4Bia.&lt;br /&gt;A Thai Horror Film consist of 4 stories.&lt;br /&gt;1st story is not scary. (A bit stupid)&lt;br /&gt;2nd story is quite true. (based on true story maybe)&lt;br /&gt;3rd story is funny. &lt;br /&gt;4th story is the scariest. (But still quite stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole movie, my shirt just stretch larger and larger.&lt;br /&gt;Because my dear was just too scare and keep pulling my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;She act tough only. (She will kill me if she see this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there is a tactic on watching horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not teach here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, meet up with my power rangers gang.&lt;br /&gt;Have dinner at Sakae Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Today will be the last day for red ranger (Shun sheng)&lt;br /&gt;as he will be enlisting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby wishing him all the best and may he have a memorable experience in BMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7906871568113044755?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7906871568113044755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7906871568113044755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7906871568113044755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7906871568113044755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/09/4bia.html' title='4Bia'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-4925500871360054791</id><published>2008-09-12T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:14:24.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Tekong stories</title><content type='html'>As request by my reader.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to tell them more Tekong stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not really experience much happenings in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;These were also some stories told by my sergeants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The secret room behind the prayer room near the guard duty area.&lt;br /&gt;Beside the guard room bunk, there was a prayer room.&lt;br /&gt;I went in to pray before I do my guard duty.&lt;br /&gt;If you walk further into the prayer room.&lt;br /&gt;You will see a door.&lt;br /&gt;This was what happen to my sergeants when they are doing guard duty.&lt;br /&gt;They were late at night.&lt;br /&gt;They saw light flickering near the guard room bunk.&lt;br /&gt;They went up and saw the prayer room light flickering.&lt;br /&gt;They wen further in.&lt;br /&gt;Saw this door.&lt;br /&gt;Labeled on the door was 4 languages :DO NOT OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;But the door was open.&lt;br /&gt;They went in.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what they saw?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URNS! (Urns are those container which contain the ashes of the dead)&lt;br /&gt;In the room, the windows were pasted with talisman and also labeled 4 languages.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;But they were opened.&lt;br /&gt;Both my sergeants ran out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran down to the Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;The lights went off 1 by 1.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, NO LIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;They went to the main switch. &lt;br /&gt;But it was ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they saw something white floating through the water.&lt;br /&gt;They ran off and find the other guards who was also doing guard duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When my sergeants was a recruit. His section mate maybe because too daring.&lt;br /&gt;Say something wrong. He said "He don't believe in those things" He shouted loudly saying if there is really those things. Why don't he encounter one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, he heard people shouting "Fall in now" It was around 1 plus at night.&lt;br /&gt;He try to wake my sergeant up and say fall in. My sergeant continue to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He walk out of him bunk but something stopping him. So he went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, he was going to tell my sergeant about the incident, but before that, my sergeant tell him that the whole section was trying to wake him up because he was mumbling some strange things. But could not wake him up. He tell my sergeant about the falling in incident. So my sergeant suspect that his words come true. The thing calling him to fall in could be SOMETHING!!!~ The reason why he was stop by something at the door is because of his amulet. It was so call like his spirit left his body. My sergeant told us that what if he really go out and if he has no amulet? What will happen to him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to get more stories.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-4925500871360054791?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/4925500871360054791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=4925500871360054791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/4925500871360054791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/4925500871360054791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-tekong-stories.html' title='More Tekong stories'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-3327761146656486776</id><published>2008-09-11T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:27:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stories of Tekong</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went back to Tekong for guard duty.&lt;br /&gt;Slack a while.&lt;br /&gt;Eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Then report for duty.&lt;br /&gt;I am taking the 2nd and the 5th shift.&lt;br /&gt;There were a total of 6th shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm resting at the guard room.&lt;br /&gt;There was a warrant officer with us.&lt;br /&gt;He told us to go to the prayer room which was just beside our guard room to pray.&lt;br /&gt;There were actually a lot of wandering spirits around in Tekong. &lt;br /&gt;I also heard some stories from my sergeants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 2nd shift, I feel alright. &lt;br /&gt;I am talking with my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during the 5th shift, I felt eerie.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was to 2.30am.&lt;br /&gt;I am talking with my partner.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I saw?&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN RED FINGERNAIL on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;I continue talking to my partner.&lt;br /&gt;I can also hear woman laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I also ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing scary happen.&lt;br /&gt;My officer always tell us not to disturb them and they will not disturb you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some stories that I am going to share with my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There is legend of an old woman and her granddaughter wandering in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;They were the sales girls of the island.&lt;br /&gt;My sergeants tell us to carry 1 dollar coins with us if we want to go toilet in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Just in case that they appear, they will want to sell curry puffs to you.&lt;br /&gt;Just pass them the 1 dollar and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This is also the same as 1). Just that the story will be different.&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up in the middle of the night, and saw the little girl sitting on the cupboard. Do not panic.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl will ask her grandma why are all these army man sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;The grandma will reply because they were tired from training.&lt;br /&gt;Then the little girl will answer why this man here is not sleeping? (refering to you)&lt;br /&gt;The little girl will then want you to play with her.&lt;br /&gt;If you reject, the next morning you will wake up seeing her grandma on the ceiling staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;This is what the legend says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) For those doing guard duty, if they were unlucky, they will see a woman in red siting on the jacob ladder for the SOC (Standard Obstacle Course) combing her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When doing area cleaning, you will sometime find long strands of hair.&lt;br /&gt;Those hairs were woman's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Only for my company, platoon 3 was considered haunted.&lt;br /&gt;Because they can find long woman's fingernails during their area cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) There used to be a rule under the TSR (Training Safety Regulation) that there will  not be any night training on thursday. Because many years back, there was 1 recruit missing during the field camp. And the next morning, his body was found and his internal organs was displayed beside his body. But now, this rule has be cancel.&lt;br /&gt;Night training will still resume on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were a lot more stories.&lt;br /&gt;Some may be true, some may be fake.&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Some were remain as mystery till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3327761146656486776?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/3327761146656486776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=3327761146656486776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3327761146656486776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3327761146656486776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/09/stories-of-tekong.html' title='The stories of Tekong'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-5724184843108733769</id><published>2008-09-10T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:28:57.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP!!!</title><content type='html'>We were rushing for time the day before.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;Pack everything up into our field pack.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing Full Battle Order attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the final battle.&lt;br /&gt;We have our breakfast and start to do warm up exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Ready and everything set.&lt;br /&gt;We set off for our graduation route march.&lt;br /&gt;24KM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the hill, down the slope.&lt;br /&gt;We bash through the forest.&lt;br /&gt;And finally we reach the 24Km end point.&lt;br /&gt;I wander how we did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our love ones.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for us at the end point.&lt;br /&gt;We will all do the best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the time has come.&lt;br /&gt;We march proudly into the parade square still in Full Battle Order (damn shagged)&lt;br /&gt;Although we were very tired.&lt;br /&gt;We managed to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;Standing under the hot sun for 30mins in the parade square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we march out and take off all the loads.&lt;br /&gt;Ran in as a company in only our uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Form up and stand still.&lt;br /&gt;The happy moment, my family and dear came down and find me.&lt;br /&gt;My mum put the cap on for me.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling at that time is a kind of feeling that cant be describe with any words.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that all the pain that I have gone through has worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we display the BMTC Roar.&lt;br /&gt;And prepare our caps.&lt;br /&gt;The MC announced: I hereby announce them as TRAINED SOLDIERS!&lt;br /&gt;POP LO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We threw our cap proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran out of the parade square and take our stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to our company to take our food.&lt;br /&gt;Play with our sergeants and officers.&lt;br /&gt;Throwing them up.&lt;br /&gt;Sergeant Over Head!!!&lt;br /&gt;Officer Over Head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back parade square and take photos.&lt;br /&gt;And leave the beautiful place called Pulau Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my family go to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Bath already.&lt;br /&gt;Rush out to have my family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, not forgetting dear.&lt;br /&gt;She join in our dinner as well. (future daughter-in-law)(She gonna kill me if she read this :P  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gonna rest well now.&lt;br /&gt;Because I going back to Tekong again for guard duty today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-5724184843108733769?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/5724184843108733769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=5724184843108733769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5724184843108733769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/5724184843108733769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/09/pop.html' title='POP!!!'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-827220491156130548</id><published>2008-09-07T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:37:56.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass Out Parade (POP)</title><content type='html'>Finally, its the time for me to POP.&lt;br /&gt;Raising 1 more rank up.&lt;br /&gt;From REC to PTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my platoon sergeant, he has already ORD.&lt;br /&gt;And on his last day, we request permission to let him "knock us down"&lt;br /&gt;We purposely do stupid things and wanting him to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tekan&lt;/span&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;He don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my platoon IC purposely do a stupid mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Greeting my platoon sergeant by calling him his name only.&lt;br /&gt;My platoon sergeant laugh and knock us down.&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy.&lt;br /&gt;And every count of push ups we do, we thank him.&lt;br /&gt;First time I saw a soldier having tears in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;My platoon sergeant start to tears.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a touching moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we recover from our push ups, we grab our platoon sergeant and toss him up.&lt;br /&gt;Having a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally it is the end of BMT for me.&lt;br /&gt;I really have a memorable experience.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow when I book in, I will have my graduation route march.&lt;br /&gt;24Km route march in Full Battle Order.&lt;br /&gt;Rest for 1 hour and I will have my Pass Out Parade in Full Battle Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last and the final big obstacle to POP.&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG AR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-827220491156130548?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/827220491156130548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=827220491156130548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/827220491156130548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/827220491156130548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/09/pass-out-parade-pop.html' title='Pass Out Parade (POP)'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-1423518931928255410</id><published>2008-08-31T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:37:37.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly week</title><content type='html'>This is the story of me just before booking out this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fall out from the 16Km route march on monday.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was like dying.&lt;br /&gt;Chest pain.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to my very nice platoon mates who motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Tat Hong! Do it for your family and girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;I manage to complete the 16Km without falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the route march, I was admitted to the sick bay and I stay 1 night in the sickbay.&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I cannot take part in any strenuous activities.&lt;br /&gt;The next few days, I end up waking up in the middle of the night to VOMIT.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have gastric flu and slight fever.&lt;br /&gt;Did not take part in my IPPT test. (NAFA test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the last day which was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I endure through the Standard Obstacle Course.&lt;br /&gt;Jumping here and there whereby I just recover from my gastric flu and fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, it was my book out.&lt;br /&gt;Booking out was really a very wonderful thing that applies to all soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;My gastric flu and fever heal automatically. (I really was sick, I not "Chao Keng")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lastly I have to say loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 MORE DAYS TO POP!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-1423518931928255410?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/1423518931928255410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=1423518931928255410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1423518931928255410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/1423518931928255410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/08/sickly-week.html' title='Sickly week'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-7082942017312940878</id><published>2008-08-24T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:50:04.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes or No</title><content type='html'>Yesterday have a lot fun walking around Vivo City with the power rangers gang.&lt;br /&gt;But not to forget Dear also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks and Im going to POP.&lt;br /&gt;Together with 3 other rangers.&lt;br /&gt;Same date and same parade square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's another thing that I am pondering about.&lt;br /&gt;YES OR NO to Command Sch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes, I will really spend a little time with my parents and dear.&lt;br /&gt;If no, I will give up a bright future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one should I choose?&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-7082942017312940878?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/7082942017312940878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=7082942017312940878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7082942017312940878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/7082942017312940878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-or-no.html' title='Yes or No'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-3728316055969639629</id><published>2008-08-21T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:40:15.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Camp</title><content type='html'>After that book in,  I have my Sit Test.&lt;br /&gt;Which is camping 2 days outfield and 8Km route march.&lt;br /&gt;Making you shagged already, and still wanting you to think and lead a group of men.&lt;br /&gt;Training you to be leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I have my 6 days 5 nights field camp.&lt;br /&gt;Whereby I will miss my family and dear.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to call them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But field camp was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Although the training was tough.&lt;br /&gt;I learn a lot of new things.&lt;br /&gt;Things that I will never forget during field camp.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, its is the sudden turn out. (simulation of war, waking everyone from their tents and pack up and run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, digging of shellscript (your own grave) while raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, play group fire movement( Counter strike) within my whole platoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, crawling under live firing of machine guns. (Look like real war)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I enjoy this field camp very much.&lt;br /&gt;But still miss my love ones most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-3728316055969639629?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/3728316055969639629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=3728316055969639629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3728316055969639629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/3728316055969639629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/08/field-camp.html' title='Field Camp'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-6953777247446416169</id><published>2008-08-10T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:23:33.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was National Day.&lt;br /&gt;The birthday of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing during National Day?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm serving National Service on National Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My commanders and fellow platoon mates hate this day.&lt;br /&gt;Because the whole of Tekong was empty except us.&lt;br /&gt;The only company left in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;But we also book out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Quite rushing for me.&lt;br /&gt;I take cab with my fellow platoon mates and rush back home.&lt;br /&gt;Bath already.&lt;br /&gt;Rush out to see my dear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;How do I survive the field camp?&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of not seeing you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to POP in 4 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6953777247446416169?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6953777247446416169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6953777247446416169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it does not matter&lt;br /&gt;3) As long it does not kill you, it is good for you&lt;br /&gt;4) Pain makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still like the proverb that is displayed at the SAF Ferry Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;It show a NS man(botak already) putting his hand on his girlfriend' face.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are sad.&lt;br /&gt;But the proverb said that:&lt;br /&gt;"BMT is not what you leave behind, it is leaving to protect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this sentence inspire me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I am not leaving any of my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;Just leaving to protect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8674870374985047951?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8674870374985047951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Army</title><content type='html'>Well, training in Tekong started to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;The commanders starting to really tekan us.&lt;br /&gt;Bruises started to form up on my legs from fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC (Standard Obstacle Course) causes a lot of people to suffer injuries.&lt;br /&gt;IFC (Individual Field Craft) causes a lot of people to get bitten by insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, IFC was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I have my first time make-up lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Putting camou paint on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Plucking a lot of leaves and put them on myself.&lt;br /&gt;Camouflage myself.&lt;br /&gt;It was really a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Playing hide and seek with my commanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I have my shooting.&lt;br /&gt;Using computer.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to POP now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533406810877823229.post-8924598896804933199</id><published>2008-07-26T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:42:45.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyment during the first book out</title><content type='html'>Today, I have a lot of fun with my poly friends.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with the power rangers and someone at AMK hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat lunch already, go watch The Dark Knight with someone. (who is that someone?)&lt;br /&gt;Have a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Will not forget the times that I spend together with you.&lt;br /&gt;Will keep the little gift that you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;The gift will be my motivation for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next book out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8924598896804933199?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8924598896804933199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=8924598896804933199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8924598896804933199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/8924598896804933199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/07/enjoyment-during-first-book-out.html' title='Enjoyment during the first book out'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-2957890750149279659</id><published>2008-07-25T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:59:20.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Book OUT day</title><content type='html'>Today, after a 16 days confinement in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;I finally book out of Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling for now is something that cannot be describe with words.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let all of you know, I fell sick on the 3rd day in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;Got a very very bad cough and I can taste blood in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;But I was just given a 1 day break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to all my buddies that I have met in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;We take care of one another.&lt;br /&gt;Chiong Sua together.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and take crap together.&lt;br /&gt;Kena Tekan together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week was quite tough for me as the training require some stamina.&lt;br /&gt;I have not train myself ever since I graduate from poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes by, I find myself not sweating heavily during training.&lt;br /&gt;The training become more and more "no kick" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning exercise and 1KM run. (No sweat at all)&lt;br /&gt;Some of the unforgettable memories I have.&lt;br /&gt;When my Platoon Sergent tekan us while we are in SBO (Standard Battle Order)&lt;br /&gt;3Kg for helmet, 8kg for LBV (Light Bulletproof Vest) and 4kg for Rifle (my wife)&lt;br /&gt;Having so much load on body, we managed to do 30 plus to 40 plus push ups together as a platoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I will not forget is that we have our Grenade Assault Course.&lt;br /&gt;We are dress in SBO, under the hot sun(weather in Tekong is 5 degress Celsius hotter than in Singapore), we leopard crawl from 1 point to another. Throwing grenades at different point. (fake grenade of cos)&lt;br /&gt;Then, finishing 100M sprint with all the loads on my body.&lt;br /&gt;Have a lot of scratches here and there.&lt;br /&gt;But I find it fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;I learn something very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;If doing something hard, and its tough to fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;Think of this sentence: &lt;br /&gt;[Its not that you cannot do it, its only whether you want to do it or not]&lt;br /&gt;[If you don't mind, everything doesnt matter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learn to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish everything I have now.&lt;br /&gt;My family, friends and YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for waiting for me for this 16 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-2957890750149279659?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/2957890750149279659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=2957890750149279659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2957890750149279659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/2957890750149279659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-book-out-day.html' title='First Book OUT day'/><author><name>Tat Hong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5533406810877823229.post-8857913901076661882</id><published>2008-07-08T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:15:02.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir, Recruit Ng Tat Hong Reporting</title><content type='html'>Identity Card...... Checked&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12 Hangers .........Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undergarments.......Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inexpensive watch...Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goggles.............Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighter.............Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilian Clothes....Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Paper........Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir..&lt;br /&gt;Things needed all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for Enlistment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-8857913901076661882?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/8857913901076661882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Fun day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was really a fun and unforgettable day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Kenneth who was "botak".&lt;br /&gt;Go to orchard to meet up with the other people from env club.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be going to Botanic Garden.&lt;br /&gt;But it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decide to go to taka to walk.&lt;br /&gt;Walk here walk there.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate pei xuan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Buying presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the movie HANCOCK as well.&lt;br /&gt;Its quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;1 more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Saw dionne and her bf as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this will be my second last post before going in lo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Will miss a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends and the special someone(You know who you are =P )&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;I will now continue to pack my stuffs for National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEKONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;HERE I COME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5533406810877823229-6083687899741428915?l=fussylover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/feeds/6083687899741428915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5533406810877823229&amp;postID=6083687899741428915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6083687899741428915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5533406810877823229/posts/default/6083687899741428915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fussylover.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-day.html' title='Fun day'/><author><name>Tat 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/&gt;But in the end, I managed to finish the trail with good teacher's feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, after knowing the problems encountered yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And the students were totally opposite of yesterday's.&lt;br /&gt;They were too quiet.&lt;br /&gt;On the bus I even said this, "Can you all be noisy a bit?"&lt;br /&gt;But all of them still kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy today's trail as my "last" trail.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to finish the trail in time.&lt;br /&gt;No need to rush through.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher I'm taking is the overall in charge for this trail.&lt;br /&gt;I got SUPER feedback from her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very fulfilling in this "last" trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for rest.&lt;br /&gt;Enlisting in 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow celebration of Shi Min's and Pei Xuan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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