<?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-24916649</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:59:12.367+08:00</updated><category term='NDP'/><category term='Dragon boat'/><title type='text'>mypaddleshop.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-3744525804780744004</id><published>2011-01-09T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:52:43.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems to be that time of the year where I start to recollect my thoughts about how I'm going to bring to action my new year resolutions. I guess I don't have any real resolutions apart from just making my last semester the best one i ever had. Its going to be real tough, but I know I can make it as fun. Too many excuses of too little time is really no real excuse. I think time can be better managed doing something worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a chat with ZM really helped my realign my thoughts. I guess what he did mention was true, in all sense of the word and many of those thoughts in the past still lingers on. i still miss those days of cheerfulness, happy go lucky days where a day passes without the thought of my future. Though my future may look dismal now, I suppose thinking about it positively won't hurt either. It'll help to bring back the motivation I've lost for the things I've always wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I've started to be more conscious and attentive about the things I'm doing. Its really making me start to be very very focused. I guess i can't help but stay busy. Especially when the girlfriend herself is busy. I dunno how things will go but it seems pretty blunt the way I see it. I'm just going to take it a step at a time to see how things will go from here. Life is too short to be worrying about stuff. i need to live it the way I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a GREAT 2011 for me!! I wish myself all the best of luck and happiness for the great things to come! Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-3744525804780744004?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3744525804780744004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=3744525804780744004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3744525804780744004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3744525804780744004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-year-resolutions.html' title='My New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1078723437586055930</id><published>2010-11-05T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:53:10.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of Marketing</title><content type='html'>I think its gonna be a challenge to keep up with the meetings and deadlines but that's the way it is. I need to get really lucky for the upcoming presentations if I were to get as close to a B. it is really mind blowing how students like us can come up with so many business ideas. Going through them, I know there must be some way, someone will pull out something out from these ideas and make this idea a reality. Well, the F&amp;B industry is really tricky, knowing that consumer tastes change so fast, you won't know what's the next big thing. Frolick is now a thing of the past and Koi became the future of take away. Its really amazing how people's choices change so fast. Its as if something or someone is pulling them to make these impulse decisions to spend money when they know they don't need to. I can definitely conclude and positively guarantee, that no one ever is rational when they buy anything. They may say its truely rational, but only people like us know that humans buy based on pure emotions. Its scary but extremely exciting. the world of marketing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1078723437586055930?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1078723437586055930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1078723437586055930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1078723437586055930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1078723437586055930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2010/11/world-of-marketing.html' title='The world of Marketing'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-6625851788439519323</id><published>2010-11-04T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:35:26.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying focused</title><content type='html'>It wasn't really a good day today, especially since I started sneezing since I woke up in the morning. Runny nose seriously spoilt the mood for almost everything I wanted to do today. Luckily my plans were not ruined because of the flu bug, if not I would have very likely stayed in bed doing nothing. That was something I didn't want to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I managed to finish quite a bit of research for the presentation and alot of it on how to measure advertising effectiveness. Really insightful research and rather interesting. But I bet the work can be really difficult. Yet, I wonder if it can be feasible to make money from collecting information, processing it and extrapolating these information into pieces of information that can be acted upon. That would really work for a business idea. I should work on something like that, once I finish up this next business idea i'm doing on the side lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very accomplished doing the stuff I'm doing these days. It seems to become a habit doing things very proactively and just getting about to do it when I think about it. I can feel my life becoming more and more fulfilling each time I just take action to do it. Well, the next step now is to get myself incorporated ASAP! before I miss out the chance to do it. Take too long and I know the enthusiasm will die, I've been there and I don't want it to happen. I just gotta make the enthusiasm flow like water running from a tap. I just need to focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I gotta start writing the stuff that I want to do and set out to achieve them within a specified date. I need to make myself focus using goals. For real this time. All that talk would go to waste if I dont make a list of what to do. I know and I will do it since its the way the success. Staying disciplined and focused in whatever I am doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-6625851788439519323?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6625851788439519323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=6625851788439519323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6625851788439519323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6625851788439519323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2010/11/staying-focused.html' title='Staying focused'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-490814484107561109</id><published>2010-10-31T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:40:40.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SRR 2010</title><content type='html'>I guess if there was one thing in life that I feel excited about, I still feel excited about racing in a dragonboat. Nothing can beat the feeling of water rushing past the you at top speed, using every molecule of energy to propel yourself forward toward the finish line. The adrenaline rush, the sights and sounds, the feeling of the competitors inching neck to neck towards the finish line. Nothing ever gets close to the exhilarating feeling of elation after completing the race, with paddle in my hands and no energy to carry them. Every stroke of the paddle just sapping an unexplainable amount of energy from me and my buddies. No other sport can even come close to the spirit that it brings out in a group of men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was a great time for the juniors and seniors alike to have a taste of things to come. To have a taste of defeat to make them pursue the winning mentality. To build the love for the sport that has always been my passion since I started it 7 years ago. 7 long years but the passion never died. It almost did, but I'm glad I reignited it. Its only right that the fallen will rise again. Like I did with all my heart and soul. It may not be the one that I win medals. Yet, i know it was the best that I spent with these juniors who show much promise in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please spare this team from defeat in future. For they need your help and encouragement to survive through this period of struggle. I will do my best to see them through. I will be their guiding light for as long as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-490814484107561109?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/490814484107561109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=490814484107561109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/490814484107561109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/490814484107561109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2010/10/srr-2010.html' title='SRR 2010'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-7852591840842639833</id><published>2010-10-25T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:06:17.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to writing again..</title><content type='html'>I realised I haven't wrote on this blog for eons and I realised Iknow I should write more to bring out what I have to say for the rest of my time on this Earth. I haven't been fair to myself when I know I have the ability to create more than I imagine I could. It hasn't been an easy ride since a year ago. but it really has been a very very exciting journey indeed. Let's try to start this journey of writing again. Because I know I'm worth every word I say. I'm better than I will be yesterday because I will be a better me tomorrow. Let's start afresh,  new life, a new beginning with each post i start. Let me relive the passion to write again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has never been so eventful ever since she came into my life. As far as she may be, I guess that is a reason for me to really think about my commitment to someone again; believing in love in a long distance relationship at least for awhile more. I never knew she would be that accomodating, so loving, its bitter-sweet this relationship where both are on different continents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a hectic week I know. Every time I have to squeeze into doing this and that. But I chose this life and I never regretted any part of it. I've been living life just like how I wanted it to be. Unpredictable, on the edge, over the top and full of zest. No one else can have such a life like mine. There is only one of me and I know I am that special in this world. You are amazing! You are fantastic, You will make the world a better place! Sahfahri is the coolest person aive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Saf!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-7852591840842639833?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7852591840842639833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=7852591840842639833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7852591840842639833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7852591840842639833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-writing-again.html' title='Back to writing again..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-2316425748953771133</id><published>2009-05-20T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:09:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The team. My team</title><content type='html'>The team has reached a level beyond any other.. I find myself in a space where I would not usually see myself in. A level where passion is overriding all form of logic. I'm starting to feel for the team in ways I never would have imagined. I have given too much to give it up. If all this effort comes to naught, I will still pursue this dream with endeavor to fulfill my ultimate dream. I love this sport to bits. I eat, sleep, breathe it.. Its so much a part of my life, its too much to take away. I believe in the team. I believe in everyone that gives their all in that very boat I row, for I will row with every might I have to cross that finish line in perfect fashion. As winners in our hearts and minds, as brothers who have come a long way to where we are today. Aggression. Adrenalin. Put these two together and nothing can stop us. I believe. I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-2316425748953771133?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2316425748953771133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=2316425748953771133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2316425748953771133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2316425748953771133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/team-my-team.html' title='The team. My team'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-6143425102824614267</id><published>2009-05-06T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:59:13.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon boat'/><title type='text'>Ready, Aim, ROW!</title><content type='html'>Dragon boating has taken on a newer meaning in my life ever since I took it up in Polytechnic. I believe its true that dragon boating is not actually a sport, its almost well like a lifestyle. I can't wait to head down to Kallang on Saturday to start training again. It feels like forever since the last time I was in the water feeling the waves in my face. Maybe the exams were a good time for me to refresh myself for the end of the season finale to the June race. Let's push on to the finals! June race here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-6143425102824614267?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6143425102824614267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=6143425102824614267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6143425102824614267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6143425102824614267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/ready-aim-row.html' title='Ready, Aim, ROW!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-8882610880223425334</id><published>2009-05-02T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:16:48.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I chanced upon this site!!</title><content type='html'>I chanced upon this site while I was randomly surfing online. It grabbed my attention because I found it very novel and really cool how they organise the site with real information on how they actually do internet marketing. I couldn't believe it when I looked it up and registration was actually free. Well,  I've signed up for an account and I learnt quite alot about internet marketing really. I think like they say, the internet is really creating waves in the business community. Thought people would be interested to check it out. Well here's the link for you to see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/ctcjno"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day to everyone reading my blog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-8882610880223425334?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8882610880223425334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=8882610880223425334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8882610880223425334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8882610880223425334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-believe-i-chanced-upon-this-site.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I chanced upon this site!!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5785100313688442228</id><published>2009-04-26T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:28:24.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The craziest dragon boat team mates.</title><content type='html'>When you're rowing in a boat full of asses, expect that we will row the race like asses.. LOL. I can't believe we still got 2nd despite the cock ups. It was fun though. I can smell the cookie coming.. haha.. it was really fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5785100313688442228?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5785100313688442228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5785100313688442228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5785100313688442228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5785100313688442228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2009/04/craziest-dragon-boat-team-mates.html' title='The craziest dragon boat team mates.'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-428170091278595435</id><published>2009-04-22T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:21:17.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time I posted up new stuff again!!</title><content type='html'>Been a long long while since I posted anything up. I guess I've been making too many excuses to post anything new since I entered NUS. Well, if you don't mind this being a long long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year in NUS has been really enlightening for myself, knowing that it would be a great challenge entering one of the the best Universities in the land. I learnt alot about myself, the people around me and most of all, about the world around me. I have never thought learning in Uni would be so enjoyable; less the tests and exams of course. What I mean when it came to learning is not necessarily in terms of academics but in terms of my ability to push myself further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have never really thought I would even live the type of life I would be living in Uni now. I thought my Uni life would indeed be a quiet one where I would roam around from class to class without the intrusion of "people" whom I deem too smart for me to "acclimatise" myself to. Well, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are University are a practical bunch. Some study really hard, oblivious to their surroundings in the pursuit of grades. Others are really the opposites. They play so hard, they almost totally forgot they're students. Others are just the in betweens. I'm one of them. I really love Dragonboat, but guess what I mug like an idiot too. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never believed that I would get into the NUS. Guess what, I'm in NUS and I'm actually rowing for my dream team. Whether I would win any "cookies" or not really depends on whether I would build up my own dream team with my batch. I believe we can. I believe with all my heart we can win those "cookies" aka medals. Btw it seems inevitable that I would pursue this even in Uni even though many thought it would be ridiculous to do it after poly. I have never really thought about it at all I guess. So many of my best friends whom I really can depend on came from dragonboat. I really didn't know what would happen if I didn't continue pursuing this sport. I'm making a guess that if I continued playing soccer all the way when I was 16, I think I may have quit studying. It's a trait Mats just have. Quitting school and playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NUS dragonboat team has been a joy to train with considering the guys that have been making training ever so fun. Darryl aka Fat boy got the GAY thumbs up when I found his long lost best employee of the month for NUM picture online. Adrian Soh gained his latest title of King of King Edward aka KKE after the last run on the route. Wang Chen defnitely got the best award for most humourous China man ever in the NUS dragonboat team not withstanding that he's the only China man. haha. Glenn the Man, Filbert aka Bird Bird and Aayush aka "Aryan" adds up to the fun when we row on the boats and when we lift the iron in the gym. Not forgetting Amos "the Diva" lawyer and Ian aka "mr best skin" who totally rock the scene with their dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with the semester coming to an end, I hope more of the fun and laughter peace and joy comes my way. Looking forward to my internship with REDSPORTS to try out sports journalism. It's gonna be hard but I'm glad I'm taking it up. Time to head back to my books soon cos i'm way behind time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time moved on so fa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-428170091278595435?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/428170091278595435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=428170091278595435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/428170091278595435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/428170091278595435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-i-posted-up-new-stuff-again.html' title='Time I posted up new stuff again!!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1567882551732375792</id><published>2009-03-12T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:25:46.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I messed up again..</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. I messed up when i shouldn't have. I didn't know why i had to say those things but I just know that they were really selfish words. I know she cares but I don't understand why I need more from her when she already has given so much? I need to just knock my brains out everytime I do this. I miss her badly. I wished I hadn't been so selfish. Why did I have to do that? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1567882551732375792?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1567882551732375792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1567882551732375792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1567882551732375792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1567882551732375792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-messed-up-again.html' title='I messed up again..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-8326302754364543630</id><published>2008-12-23T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:31:59.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived NUS.</title><content type='html'>It seems only like a short while ago since I blogged. But it felt even longer than before. Looking at those results only further emphasizes the reality of grades in the lives of every Singaporean and their pursuit to get the ultimate degree everyone is looking for. I dread doing exams because it just does not justify that someone is good at work just because of his or her grades. It just does not prove anything. I doubt the system but yet  I have to go through with it for the sake of a piece of paper. A piece of paper that many still believe hold the key to their success in Singapore. It's a different world out there my friends. One that does not believe that grades count at all. I will prove otherwise that success can take another form not only in terms of grades. I know that this is not the end of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-8326302754364543630?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8326302754364543630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=8326302754364543630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8326302754364543630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8326302754364543630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-survived-nus.html' title='I survived NUS.'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-859199647536912320</id><published>2008-08-08T18:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:08:20.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS RAG and NDP</title><content type='html'>Starting my journey into NUS could not get any more exciting as this; NUS Bizad FOC followed by Bizad O-WEEK followed by NUS RAG &amp;amp; FLAG day. Though the past few weeks has been a topsy turvy ride, I think NUS rag day helped to raise my spirits altogether. I was expecting much more, but how can I expect much more from a a faculty that has only 600 freshies as compared to the thousands in the other faculties. The Bizaders did great coz we won the President's Overall Challenge Shield again! I'm glad we did coz it proved how much more we juniors need to prove ourselves to defend the shield again next year. I took some photos of the event. It was really kinda cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SJwj4iDApJI/AAAAAAAAB-8/NoMu1saLxjE/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SJwj4iDApJI/AAAAAAAAB-8/NoMu1saLxjE/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232096321216750738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SJwmMwzwXTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/iPE5yC6aTc4/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SJwmMwzwXTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/iPE5yC6aTc4/s320/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098867799940402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SJwm8epV2wI/AAAAAAAAB_M/P5Z2-lzGttY/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SJwm8epV2wI/AAAAAAAAB_M/P5Z2-lzGttY/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232099687558142722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SJwo-uxj5NI/AAAAAAAAB_c/qekNvDIafco/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SJwo-uxj5NI/AAAAAAAAB_c/qekNvDIafco/s320/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232101925270578386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP 08 is like tomorrow and I'm feeling abit jittery about it. Maybe because it is going to be on live television and the whole of Singapore is watching. Still, the show has to go on and I think it will be a good show nonetheless. I'm glad I'm participating in the show as an ensign. I know I'll be proud to know when I look back that I was involved in the National Day parade holding my unit's colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to National Day with happiness and pride as well as with sadness in my heart. I think I got my just deserts for breaking my promises to others in my teens when the person broke every promise she ever made when we broke up. I'm still feeling the pain as much as I tell myself I've moved on. Sometimes I wonder whether I can open up my heart ever again. I'm tired but I got to look forward to something new. I hope there will be something new to erase those sad memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-859199647536912320?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/859199647536912320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=859199647536912320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/859199647536912320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/859199647536912320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/nus-rag-and-ndp.html' title='NUS RAG and NDP'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SJwj4iDApJI/AAAAAAAAB-8/NoMu1saLxjE/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-3584089143366249766</id><published>2008-08-03T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:26:42.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its too late..</title><content type='html'>I'm holding on a rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me 10 feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearin' what you say but I just can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down&lt;br /&gt;But wait&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you're sorry didn't think I'd turn around and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;Said it's too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;I need you like a heart needs a beat, it's nothing new&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red now it's turning blue&lt;br /&gt;And you say&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lord, the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;Said it's too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on a rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me 10 feet off the ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-3584089143366249766?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3584089143366249766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=3584089143366249766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3584089143366249766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3584089143366249766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-too-late.html' title='Its too late..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5646109040436691731</id><published>2008-08-03T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:08:37.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise surprise</title><content type='html'>I googled my name for fun and guess what I found. Article of me way back in Sep 07.&lt;br /&gt;Nice to see that MINDEF took notice.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fulfilling a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;span class="c0002RichTextFont"&gt; You could say that Officer Cadet (OCT) Muhd Sahfahri Bin Supar's dream has come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before his enlistment into full-time National Service, he had "aimed to come to OCS because [he] thought it was an opportunity to show [his] potential as a leader, not only in the SAF, but in the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has, indeed, made good, going on to win the Best in PT award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel very privileged and honoured to get the award, considering that there were many others who were fitter than I," he revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCT Sahfahri said the most marked change that he had noticed about himself - becoming fitter - was "a reward in itself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with 194 other OCTs, he was commissioned at the SAFTI Military Institute on 8 Sep, at a parade reviewed by Minister for the Environment and Water Resources Yaacob Ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his speech, Dr Yaacob reminded the OCTs that "professionalism seldom comes naturally or easily", congratulating them on their success in the cadet course, which he felt "bears testament to that drive and the will to do [their] utmost under the most adverse of conditions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To graduate from OCS is no simple feat. Over the course of 38 weeks, cadets underwent a series of demanding and realistic training exercises, as well as advanced obstacle courses and exacting physical training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face of these challenges, OCT Sahfahri did not falter, and said that it was all "manageable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OCS has put in a very good programme of progressive training which allows the cadets to gain fitness without pushing them too hard," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 194 OCTs commissioned were four who hailed from the Royal Brunei Armed Forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyberpioneer spoke to OCT Mohd Hishamuddin Bin Hj Marzoki, one of the four Bruneian cadets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was the first time I was away from my family," he said. "But after these nine months, I’m used to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really helped him to settle in was the hospitality of his Singaporean friends, whom he found "really very friendly and very helpful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to OCT Hishamuddin, he would "always hang out with [the Singaporeans] and get to know their Singaporean culture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless of where they come from, both OCTs Sahfahri and Hishamuddin share a common bond: their time together in OCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;              &lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;/table&gt;     &lt;!-- ++Joey, 1 April 2005--&gt;                                                               Last updated on  11 Sep 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5646109040436691731?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5646109040436691731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5646109040436691731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5646109040436691731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5646109040436691731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise surprise'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-8182628936394726010</id><published>2008-08-01T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:39:44.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead..</title><content type='html'>I felt like I just died. A part of my soul leaving my body for good. Never to return again. I feel like I just died an instant death where I got myself stabbed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I felt like I just died, when I thought my dreams were coming true only to find out it was actually a nightmare. I felt like I just died from a sudden heart attack I could never have fathomed of experiencing. I got caught rooted to the spot; where there was nothing I could do to turn back the hands of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I don't understand. It seems like I can never understand why fate has dealt me a similar blow as my past. Somehow I still believe all this a test. A test of my courage and fortitude to pursue bigger things. Yet somehow I can't easily let go of these feelings. I used to blame others alot but yet I have seen nothing wrong to blame except myself for giving myself that inch of hope everyday. I got myself to blame for hoping.. I'm tired. Dear God, what have I done wrong. Why do u let me taste success in everything else except the one I truly treasure? I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-heartbroken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-8182628936394726010?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8182628936394726010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=8182628936394726010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8182628936394726010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8182628936394726010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/dead.html' title='Dead..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5868306841541913332</id><published>2008-07-18T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:40:58.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings..</title><content type='html'>I'm going into University fairly excited yet I'm quite nervous about starting school all over again. I can't imagine myself going through the system like I did in polytechnic and I don't really know if I can do it at all. I'm feeling a bit dejected. I could say totally over-awed by the people around me, my new surroundings and my next phase of my life. I think I am afraid of facing the civilian world again after getting so used to the Army for the past 2 years of my life. I'm not sure whether life after ORD is really the life I've been looking forward to at all.. I am having these mixed feelings because I don't really know what I want to look forward to in school at all.. Other than getting the grades, I felt I already accomplished what I wanted to do in Polytechnic. So will I get to do something different in NUS? Honestly, I'm not sure. The anticipation is keeping me on my toes until the day I start school. Till then I'll just have to count the days down to the day I hang up my rifle for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting that someone new has been emotional; both in its good ways and bad. I really hope for the best, for I there is nothing else I'd rather do then to be with the special someone for as long as I can. I hope everything will soon iron itself out. She's too good to be true. She's really too good to be true. Somehow I think I'm not even good enough for her. I can't match up to her. Yet, I hope I can give her all I can give. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5868306841541913332?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5868306841541913332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5868306841541913332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5868306841541913332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5868306841541913332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-2124665679635346682</id><published>2008-07-13T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:36:15.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP continued..</title><content type='html'>I am already feeling lethargic from all the marching from the NDP rehearsals as well as the actual parades on the saturdays. Somehow I wish it would all end sooner. I know the National Day Parade is the biggest parade in Singapore's calendar year, but mark my words it is no mean feat. The people we have to deal with becomes the biggest challenge for anyone involved in the NDP when conflicts arise from the many who are so enthusiastic about making the parade the best. It can be pressurising for anyone brought under the limelight to perform in front of 27000 pair of eyes but what gives me the most pressure is when I see different faces in a makeshift team that is incapable of performing. I am very much a team player and I really hate to see things like this happen, yet it is truly beyond my control. I wish for the NDP to be the best performance for the colour party especially because it will be on live television. More so because it will be my final contribution in my short but eventful career in the armed forces. I hope there would be more of the adrenalin rush to come in the next few performances. I hope I will see the best of the colour party on that very day of 9 August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-2124665679635346682?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2124665679635346682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=2124665679635346682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2124665679635346682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2124665679635346682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/ndp-continued.html' title='NDP continued..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-8430797304756405316</id><published>2008-07-11T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:27:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief..</title><content type='html'>The feeling of relief cannot be understated when the other party is forgiving after a heated argument. This feeling is all too good to be true. I hope it'll keep the flame burning, going strong. Thanks guys. You helped me through this small hump. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-8430797304756405316?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8430797304756405316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=8430797304756405316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8430797304756405316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8430797304756405316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/relief.html' title='Relief..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-46195312585237556</id><published>2008-06-26T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:13:28.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Camp.. BIZAD CAMP!</title><content type='html'>To think that I almost thought of not registering for BIZAD camp, I almost missed the chance to meet many more new peeps for the new school sem coming up. Honestly, if there was any camp that I easily describe as the one that gave me a kaleidescope of emotions throughout the time, it definitely had to be RETROSPECTIF. As a freshie, I looked at the camp from many perspectives; both from a participant as well as the organisers. I could only comment that I had too high expectations from peeps who tried their best at executing the camp at this scale generally for the first time. Yet, I felt happy knowing that I made great friends with other freshies as well as the seniors who really made the camp even more fun than I thought it would be. Guess my life in NUS wouldn't be as bad as I thought after all, ever since realising that these guys from JC were very much human as I was and they appreciated the company of someone who came from a different background from them. These guys really knew what having fun means and to think that I had stereotypes of them. Well, I'll be waiting to see more of what's to come in NUS. Especially knowing that I got nominated to be in something BIG! LOL! Being in BIZAD really rocks! Never regretted choosing NUS BIZ! Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-46195312585237556?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/46195312585237556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=46195312585237556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/46195312585237556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/46195312585237556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-camp-bizad-camp.html' title='Back From Camp.. BIZAD CAMP!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1603672545201751538</id><published>2008-06-15T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:26:56.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final Farewell..</title><content type='html'>Sadness fills the heart the past few days knowing that I have lost someone I felt was so important to contributing to what I have become today. Our fates crossed in a simple interview that made his impact on my life all the more significant. A friend who was jovial, humorous and strong willed, I knew he would make so much of an impact to so many other lives in his short yet significant life. If only there was a way to turn back the hands of time, there would be many more things I wished I had said to him before my final farewell. So now as he moves on, I only wish that his legacy remains to be carried on by people who have been touched by this brave soul. For that I salute you. You'll stay in my heart forever.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1603672545201751538?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1603672545201751538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1603672545201751538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1603672545201751538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1603672545201751538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-final-farewell.html' title='My Final Farewell..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-4591391624665028985</id><published>2008-06-03T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:49:06.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>What is this word happiness? A word that is so overused, many think it doesn't really co-exist in the hustle and bustle of the city. Well I believe in the pursuit of happiness as much as it is a cliche to the movie of the same name. It is a feeling of intense emotions that can bring someone much joy to his or her world. I love the feeling when I am on the receiving end of this feeling. It seems like all happiness begets happiness as I consciously pursue it. It seems like more and more good things continue to come my way the more I am happy. With all my energy, I spread this happiness to all to those around me for happiness is infectious. Thank god for I would never exchange my experiences in my life for anything. I am in the happiest moment of my life right now and I will never exchange it for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-4591391624665028985?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4591391624665028985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=4591391624665028985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/4591391624665028985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/4591391624665028985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/06/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-6945359504389555010</id><published>2008-05-30T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:43:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle has just begun..</title><content type='html'>Studying again. It seems an indomitable task considering it has been 3 years since I last touched a text book depicting any form of quotation from any professor of sorts. I'm starting to feel the new playing field I'm competing on especially since receiving news of my entrance into NUS. Not that I'm not looking forward to it. It's just that it won't be the same playing field I was on in poly. It feels as if I just entered a battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One where weapons are in play instead of the ordinary ball being playfully passed around. I can imagine the bullets flying around and shrapnel throwing itself about all over me in University. I can imagine the professors brandishing weapons of mass destruction at the freshmen at every oppotunity they can get; using their superior terminology of business terms in their pursuit to brainwash the meek freshmen. Seniors in school wielding looks resembling arrows awaiting to be released at the freshmen who steps on their toes. "Ooh.. The freshie!", they'll go. I can imagine the number of bombs that will land on me at the eleventh hour in the moments of madness before the exams. Yet, I'm not afraid. I'm thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of it all. The thrill of going through the battlefield I call NUS. Going through NS, I don't really think anything can be tougher than going through the jungles in my LBV and long 4. I'll win the war; battle by battle. Trust a soldier to go through school with a mindset of a soldier. Guess I am a soldier at heart with the discipline and will of an officer. Nothing is impossible. Or should I say IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-6945359504389555010?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6945359504389555010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=6945359504389555010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6945359504389555010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6945359504389555010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/05/battle-has-just-begun.html' title='The Battle has just begun..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5452142108687724531</id><published>2008-05-25T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:17:03.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies..</title><content type='html'>Looking back over the past week, luck seems to have been swinging towards my favour; NUS acceptance letter, taking part in National Day, my health seems to be improving and I guess getting closer to my friends as well. It really is an irony how the good things in life just comes in windfalls when I least expect it. I could least expect myself to feel the way I'm feeling right now. The gut feel of knowing something good is about to happen. Something that I may have waited quite some time for. Only time can tell if things turn out the way they should. Only time will tell. Feeling butterflies in my stomach and I don't understand why..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5452142108687724531?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5452142108687724531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5452142108687724531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5452142108687724531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5452142108687724531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/05/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-2010582998121283445</id><published>2008-05-18T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:21:20.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought, Think, Thinking..</title><content type='html'>I had a great time with my some of my poly friends yesterday maybe because this was the first time we met this year. Meeting them really reminds me of my days in Poly. Without them I would have never got to where I am today. Yet, I can sense many of them have begun to move on with their lives and I am happy for them. Some of them have moved to beyond where I am right now, studying for their degrees and so on. Yet, my dreams seem so distant from where they are headed. For I am thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired. Tired of the fact that I face the same old thoughts everyday from the people around me. I'm tired; hearing the same old way of moving ahead in life, of buying a new car, of signing on in the Army etc etc. I'm tired of hearing how people get so excited going into a local university and everyone else praising them for it. I'm tired because all those dreams are not my dreams. I'm tired  of people not facing up to the reality of the choices they are making in their lives. My heart is telling me to do something else I know I am destined for. My heart is asking me to do it for my family. If I ever stood for something, it has to be this. Jiayou Saf! I can do it. I know I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-2010582998121283445?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2010582998121283445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=2010582998121283445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2010582998121283445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2010582998121283445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought-think-thinking.html' title='Thought, Think, Thinking..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-3915776641173622520</id><published>2008-05-16T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:39:40.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chaotic day!</title><content type='html'>Went for another afternoon of NDP training. It is going to be tougher the next time I round I swear. Haha.. Well it's all part and parcel of the whole NDP package I guess. No one would have believed that we were going through the whole sequence of the parade on our second training. I must say it is really a huge feat trying to coordinate hundreds of people on the parade square. My respects go out to all Sergeant Majors. I cannot imagine how fantastic we'll look on the parade square come August 9. I am really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that long afternoon, the all important ice cream outing with Elene, Teck and Xuihui. Lol. Never would have guessed the incredible amount of laughter we got out of this trip to Tom's Palette. It was CHAOS in TOM's Palette! I hope Chronos enjoys the the "feng li shu" aka pineapple tarts I brought for him from Taiwan. And I sure believe that the rest of us had a great time with the owners and their "5 year old" worker playing "the Secret Number"! Esther just can't stop making fun of me I guess. More jokes are on her this time. Had fun the whole night just laughing away. Oh  I am sure I wouldn't want her to be my best friend in NUS FASS. I'll run away as far as I can if I ever see her.. Oh well, if she's reading this blog, I guess it won't be bad to praise her for being such a joy to be around and a not-so-bad ice cream scooper. LOL. I wish she just stick to her netball sometimes. Yet, I kind of respect her focused attitude to her beloved sport. Yo, Capitan. I think you made the greatest captain at during your time! The 2 slits above your nose (i.e. eyes)  showed everything.LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SC1--RIcRqI/AAAAAAAAB28/OA0QPmn1G5I/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SC1--RIcRqI/AAAAAAAAB28/OA0QPmn1G5I/s320/DSC03236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200952752898590370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt; ESTHER aka CAPTAIN 5 Yr old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SC1_xxIcRrI/AAAAAAAAB3E/jI4ulnPW5dE/s1600-h/DSC03232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SC1_xxIcRrI/AAAAAAAAB3E/jI4ulnPW5dE/s320/DSC03232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200953637661853362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt; The New Ice Cream Stick Disposal System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope I have such "chaotic" days in many times to come! Till my next posting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-3915776641173622520?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3915776641173622520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=3915776641173622520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3915776641173622520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3915776641173622520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/05/chaotic-day.html' title='A Chaotic day!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SC1--RIcRqI/AAAAAAAAB28/OA0QPmn1G5I/s72-c/DSC03236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5935299694253872664</id><published>2008-05-14T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:56:38.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NDP'/><title type='text'>NDP '08 OEI! &amp; Taiwan Pics!</title><content type='html'>Yes, NDP is coming soon and preparations are already under way. Already started my first NDP rehearsal yesterday for the colour party. The flag is EXTREMELY heavy. It seems heavier after the previous day's gym session. My body's still aching from all that carrying and marching. I am going to see most of my weekends doing the parades. I can see myself doing the same thing over and over and over again. Yet, I know everything is going to be worth it when I march into the parade grounds with my unit colour flying high. It will be a moment I will most definitely remember for the rest of my life. I hope all the effort will be worth that moment in time on 9 August 2008.  In the mean time, I'll think about ORDing along the way. ORD in 3 months! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some pictures I took in Taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqD3BIcRkI/AAAAAAAAB2M/Xwai3hXX2N8/s1600-h/DSC02690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqD3BIcRkI/AAAAAAAAB2M/Xwai3hXX2N8/s320/DSC02690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200113700972545602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scenery was awesome.. Just breathtaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqGFRIcRmI/AAAAAAAAB2c/9umrynVAB84/s1600-h/DSC02723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqGFRIcRmI/AAAAAAAAB2c/9umrynVAB84/s320/DSC02723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200116144808937058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An ocean view.. At Kenting, south of Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqHgRIcRnI/AAAAAAAAB2k/di6IrAtWF30/s1600-h/DSC02855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqHgRIcRnI/AAAAAAAAB2k/di6IrAtWF30/s320/DSC02855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200117708177032818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very popular Ximen shopping district behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqIchIcRoI/AAAAAAAAB2s/BLhEDSnvYkE/s1600-h/DSC02893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqIchIcRoI/AAAAAAAAB2s/BLhEDSnvYkE/s320/DSC02893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200118743264151170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smelly beancurd stallin Shilin Night Market. I had to queue 20 minutes for one bag of 10 pieces. Hell it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqKdRIcRpI/AAAAAAAAB20/6DUPS49h_T8/s1600-h/DSC02912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqKdRIcRpI/AAAAAAAAB20/6DUPS49h_T8/s320/DSC02912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200120955172308626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the Taipei metro! I think as tourists we really made quite a din in the train. Quite a cool experience being in one of the most efficient metros in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for the photos. Taiwan was fun. Looking forward to more tours in future! NDP next up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5935299694253872664?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5935299694253872664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5935299694253872664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5935299694253872664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5935299694253872664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/05/national-day-parade-rehearsal-no1.html' title='NDP &apos;08 OEI! &amp; Taiwan Pics!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/SCqD3BIcRkI/AAAAAAAAB2M/Xwai3hXX2N8/s72-c/DSC02690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-3417978087106200230</id><published>2008-05-11T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:17:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admiring from afar..</title><content type='html'>The person seems so near, yet in actual fact she is so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiring from afar, she looks more beautiful than I ever thought she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So strong, so passionate. Yet, I can only admire her from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the closest I can get is as much as a hug from her and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it could be much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can only admire from afar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-3417978087106200230?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3417978087106200230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=3417978087106200230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3417978087106200230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3417978087106200230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/05/admiring-from-afar.html' title='Admiring from afar..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-2186817961998540232</id><published>2008-05-09T02:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:54:19.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up...</title><content type='html'>I was glad that after the horrible morning, I had a chance to meet my friends firstly for ice cream and then for a delightful supper. The morning of 8 May shall be forgotten cause it was the rest of the day that I will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with Joshua in the afternoon and I was glad I caught up with him one on one especially since he had the time to. (MC for 2 weeks after an operation is no joke) Glad I had a listen to his plans after his ORD to further his studies. It's great knowing he has plans in mind. Wasn't glad to hear how some of my other dragonboat buddies are doing. At least Josh is focused this time. He's not taking the chance to study for his degree lightly this time. I think he grew alot ever since I knew him from Secondary school. I really admire his discipline in the way he leads his life. I'm glad he's not turning out like some of the rest we know. They lost their way. Josh found something new to turn his attention to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream with Xiuhui in the evening was the most interesting part of the day. Glad I made a new friend called Ester at my fav ice cream bar in SG; Tom's Palette. She was an interesting friend who had a strange taste for  designing rather peculiar "5-year-old" drawings. No prizes for what her new nickname was. Chillaxed for most of the evening at the Esplanade while catching up with her. I can't believe she remembers all the FO cheers up till now. Ok, I must admit I did feel the same way after I graduated. Yet I swear I don't cheer in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight. An old friend and neighbour asked me out to chill at ICE3 aka ICE Cube. Ice cream again and a jolly old teh tarik after that. Delightful for a supper, yet what was most satisfying about the supper was the long talk we had about the reality of life. Zhiming really has his sights going for his business. I'm glad he has his life sorted out. He has nothing to lose. I know he will make it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life from today onwards will no longer be made of excuses. I just can't except them anymore. I will do what I plan to do no matter what. There is no turning back. 5 years and I will be the person that I want to be. I will be the person. My dreams are still in the back of my head. I believe I will succeed. God willing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-2186817961998540232?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2186817961998540232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=2186817961998540232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2186817961998540232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2186817961998540232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up...'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1649720065158214707</id><published>2008-05-08T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:49:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is studying in NUS such a big deal?</title><content type='html'>I just came back from a scholarship interview for NUS. It was ugly. The interviewer raised points I could not even have believed hearing from such an educated person. I am angry. Angry for the fact that for me being honest, it seemed like it was a foolish way to earn the scholarship. Is it always the case where someone who knows how to speak getting the scholarship? Is it always about the elite in Singapore getting their way to earn the right to be somebody in future? What is so elite about being in NUS? What is so good about getting a place in NUS? So what if I rejected the initial offer to NUS? Is studying in NUS really all that worth it? It's disgusting to see them smirk at the thought of me rejecting the initial offer to NUS. Isn't life about making the right decisions that will empower you in future? I really lost faith in NUS after that initial contact with them. Circumstances are forcing me to change directions. Somehow I lost faith in the education system. I don't understand why they think that way. I don't understand why they are not facing reality. I'm going to face reality. I have to get out of this stupid race I'm in. It's too ridiculous to be in it. God please help me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1649720065158214707?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1649720065158214707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1649720065158214707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1649720065158214707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1649720065158214707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-studying-in-nus-such-big-deal.html' title='Is studying in NUS such a big deal?'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-7856919168094369782</id><published>2008-05-02T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:20:19.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing home..</title><content type='html'>I miss home so much. I miss my mum, dad, sis and everyone else back in sg. I've never been this homesick in my life. 3 more days. I love you guys so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-7856919168094369782?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7856919168094369782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=7856919168094369782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7856919168094369782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7856919168094369782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-home.html' title='Missing home..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5632351985943270646</id><published>2008-03-31T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:29:06.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months and counting..</title><content type='html'>4 months to the big day I'll get my beloved pink IC. Its a big milestone yet my life has only begun. Just that I must add that I will miss the army for all the wonderful experiences that it has brought to me. It has been a journey I have never regretted. The next few months; ROC and NDP. bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5632351985943270646?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5632351985943270646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5632351985943270646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5632351985943270646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5632351985943270646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-months-and-counting.html' title='4 months and counting..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5527561820029832687</id><published>2008-03-16T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:10:59.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe.</title><content type='html'>Having a great time in camp now, though MSK's a bitch. I'm finally getting closer to the guys, realising it can be easier than it looks. They are a great bunch to be with, especially since there are so many of them that are great leaders themselves. It's been enlightening to see them doing their duties diligently without much complaints, only with the promise of a little reward though. They have been a group of men I have learnt much of the real world about; that leading this group of them requires much more than logic but heart as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few months, my perspectives on leadership change ever so significantly because it can be ever so dynamic; never the same the next day. Position counts on certain occasions, but it is how being a friend to the person that  leadership can really be made easier. I have definitely see myself change in the way I have become ultra-patient, ultra-tolerant and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are more or less falling into place now. I look forward to the rest of the months with the platoon full of enthusiasm and passion. This has been the work I have been looking for though in a context that may not be all that forgiving. Conciously living each day has been the greatest asset I ever got over the past 6 years for it got me to where I am today. Not many can have as many achievements as myself. I believe I should be proud of each and every one of those achievements. I believe that I will get those to my goals with trust, faith and belief. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for everything that I have right now. I believe I can achieve more.. I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5527561820029832687?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5527561820029832687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5527561820029832687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5527561820029832687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5527561820029832687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/03/having-great-time-in-camp-now-though.html' title='I believe.'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-7805545376401476708</id><published>2008-01-13T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:48:46.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber Cool Week!</title><content type='html'>Just last friday, I attended a cool party back in school to catch up with the alumni from TP. It was great knowing that I had so many friends that still remember me. It was great catching up with so many of them, knowing that they're still doing well or even better than I thought. I feel so glad for them and wish them all well. Had so much fun monkeying around like I always do. i always feel myself when I'm in TP. TP will always be home in my heart foreva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that Thursday, i had a great time basking in the sun, sand and sea in Sentosa with my men from my platoon. I can't believe I had so much fun even though it was frustrating that our Sentosa trip was marred by rain in the afternoon. It was really a chance to see the guys in a different light outside of the Army and honestly, they really made my day. No ordinary men, they can really lead the way to their lives if they really wanted to because of their extraordinary leadership abilities. It was unbelievably fun. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, Ifeel great being where I am right now because I know that my future is shaping up with the decisions I am making in my life right now. Having seen the things I have been doing and taken part in. I know I'll make it in the future one day. That goal of mine will always be sticking in my head till the day I reach it. I just know I'll get it. I'll walk the path less beaten and succeed. I just know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-7805545376401476708?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7805545376401476708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=7805545376401476708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7805545376401476708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7805545376401476708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2008/01/uber-cool-week.html' title='Uber Cool Week!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1155807813944005205</id><published>2007-12-24T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:01:22.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWGD? (What Wud God Do?)</title><content type='html'>I'm so perplexed about the stuff dats happening ard me. Though I'm always an adventurer by nature, its not easy making decisions that refer to affairs of the heart. Sigh. I wish I had more guidance. I'll just let things flow. As they say, I'll GO-WITH-THE-FLOW this time. Cross my fingers and pray all will be smooth as silk. WWGD?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1155807813944005205?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1155807813944005205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1155807813944005205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1155807813944005205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1155807813944005205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/12/wwgd-what-wud-god-do.html' title='WWGD? (What Wud God Do?)'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-8732217208832850225</id><published>2007-12-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:57:35.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A leader's true colours..</title><content type='html'>It was a memorable week knowing that it was an extremely tiring week for myself as well as the rest of the battallion. More importantly, it has been a week where I have seen before my eyes the real situations that a leader would face under pressure. It has been an insightful week into the hard truth of being a leader and the realities of living as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Monday I would always remember for the reason that I took the platoon out for their first mission that day. From the planning all the way to the execution, my mind was so set out on doing the best for them. To create an experience that they would remember. When the crunch came, it all came naturally to me. I made decisions where they count and I gave it my all. Looking back, it was a great experience I would love repeating. It was definitely heartwarming to see their enthusiastic faces on the day of the mission. I believe I did what a leader should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the week, I could see leadership emerge from all forms. Some coming from the men, others for the commanders. When crunch time came, it became so natural for them to take the lead to get things done. The look on my CO's face was all the more inspiring. Even as he was pressured to perform, he never took his eyes off the eventual goal he set out for himself; which was to show the Indonesians that Singapore was a capable a fighting force as much as they were. Being an ambassador for Singapore was a good and proud moment for me. It would the only chance I'd get to meet Indonesian soldiers and the chance was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked hard over the course of the week, barely sleeping more than 5 hours for most of the week. Enjoying the weekend ust lazing around but not without my reading. Thinking about my goals for the next 10 years. I think I got something going.. Push on Saffy.. Push on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-8732217208832850225?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8732217208832850225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=8732217208832850225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8732217208832850225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8732217208832850225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/12/leaders-true-colours.html' title='A leader&apos;s true colours..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-7393909170214141023</id><published>2007-11-23T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:48:39.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A chance encounter with an Indonesian soldier</title><content type='html'>My week started rather early on Sunday due to some responsibilities I had to undertake at work. Honestly, it was really a dread to go back to work on a Sunday but it was worth the while when the participants quietly appreciated my efforts. It was a hell of a day but I guess nothing beats some unpredictable events in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days, the battalion was getting ready to receive the Indonesians who had just arrived on our shores. The partaking in exchanges between the 2 armed forces was very much anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a brief exchange with one of the Indonesian soldiers today and it must have been the most insightful conversation I had in recent weeks. This soldier was soft-spoken and well mannered, much to my amazement. Soft-spoken and humble never seemed to be the words to describe them before they came. He acknowledged my rank and proceeded to ask questions regarding our training in Singapore. It was when I asked him questions that I felt I had to better appreciate where I came from. I must admit, he looked remarkably similar to my father as most of the Indonesians were. No surprise that my family is a descendant of the Javanese origin; the land where this soldier was born. He was a corporal who rose through the ranks through a good 14 years. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard that, adding that he was already 36 and he was still a fighting fit soldier. To them, it seemed that being a soldier was very much a privilege in back home where only 200 of 1000 applicants get the eventual nod to join the country's armed forces. It was so contrasting to the fact that in Singapore, it is an eventual norm that everyone would have to serve the nation. This soldier was a father of 2 very young sons, 8 and 4. Sadly, he only has the opportunity to visit them once in 18 months. It was alarming to hear how his sons would not acknowledge him when he returns. His looks only appear as bare traces in his children's memories. He shares his memories and experiences with great enthusiasm; his face lighting up at the mention of his family. At the end of our conversation, I was left dwelling on the thoughts of my actions, my situation and experiences. I realised I have only discovered so little of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the world in the eyes of others can really do wonders sometimes. That conversation enlightened me in ways I could never imagine. It really shows how much we do take things for granted. Does life always have to be about me all the time? That question I hope will be answered in time to come as I improve on my weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I definitely had a great time watching "Enchanted" wuth Kai Wei on Thursday. Sometimes I do think that our friendship was a chance encounter that was truely magical. Every experience is magical in a sense. Every experience enchanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-7393909170214141023?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7393909170214141023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=7393909170214141023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7393909170214141023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7393909170214141023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/11/chance-encounter-with-indonesian.html' title='A chance encounter with an Indonesian soldier'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-3071307043040557314</id><published>2007-11-09T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T16:15:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earning the respect..</title><content type='html'>Earning respect comes only with time and effort put in to actually get into the heads of these people. Time will tell whether all the effort would prove worthwhile. The boys already got into a bit of trouble over the week. Long weekend for Deepavali. Best I enjoy it now before I get busy again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be part of Al-Caliph. Football will always be a part of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-3071307043040557314?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3071307043040557314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=3071307043040557314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3071307043040557314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3071307043040557314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/11/earning-respect.html' title='Earning the respect..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-585057312064812577</id><published>2007-11-04T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:24:35.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP Alumni @ Regatta 07</title><content type='html'>The sights and sounds seemed so familiar.. Singlet clad men and women were walking around UOB building. A myriad of colours adorned the banks of Boat quay as men and women of all ages congregated at the biggest dragonboat race of the year, the Singapore River Regatta 2007. Hunks and babes came down to Boat quay today to either participate or just have a good time basking in the sun. It was judgement day for my alma mater, TP to race for school pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they did not fair as well as I thought they would, coming in 4th for their National Men's Championship race. It wasn't really the highlight I was looking forward to. Yet being at the races did give me a sense of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I was at the race sight was intensely hair raising. I don't really understand why it seemed as if I miss being in the dragon boat, rowing with the passion running through my veins like I was in the yesteryears. It seemed as if the sensation and feelings the dragon boaters felt seem to come back for a moment today. I felt like I was rowing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my doubts to row again in University, when I could see myself pursuing other opportunities to improve myself. However, there is no way I will admit I lost my love for rowing. Sports is my way of testing my limits and it will continue to be so for years to come. It seems rowing is one of my passions I can never let go off. It is really my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, i wish the TPDB team good luck in their future endeavours and look forward to perform better with each and every race. Got some pictures of the guys today. Hey TPDB, keep at it... Hope I can get to row in NUS soon. God willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Ry23QyhsiSI/AAAAAAAABn0/716wTuByVqk/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Ry23QyhsiSI/AAAAAAAABn0/716wTuByVqk/s320/DSC02181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128957049713756450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZzzzZZZZzzzzzHibin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Ry234ShsiTI/AAAAAAAABn8/moZwbXSSPHA/s1600-h/DSC02202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Ry234ShsiTI/AAAAAAAABn8/moZwbXSSPHA/s320/DSC02202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128957728318589234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TeamTP 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Ry247ChsiUI/AAAAAAAABoE/gMivgXCXfEw/s1600-h/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Ry247ChsiUI/AAAAAAAABoE/gMivgXCXfEw/s320/DSC02227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128958875074857282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team Alumnua 2007! We SaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Ry3j1ShsjDI/AAAAAAAABvM/r5pQP0ePcIY/s1600-h/DSC02208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Ry3j1ShsjDI/AAAAAAAABvM/r5pQP0ePcIY/s320/DSC02208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129006055290604594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Idiots aka TP Alumni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/URCJrSYtg1Q"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/URCJrSYtg1Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;TPDB in the Grand Finals! I'm proud of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-585057312064812577?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/585057312064812577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=585057312064812577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/585057312064812577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/585057312064812577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/11/tp-alumni-regatta-07.html' title='TP Alumni @ Regatta 07'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Ry23QyhsiSI/AAAAAAAABn0/716wTuByVqk/s72-c/DSC02181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-8994779384920982948</id><published>2007-11-04T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:41:11.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream Platoon Commander.</title><content type='html'>The past month has been rather challenging to note. On one side, I realise how much I need to level up myself as a platoon commander in my administrative capabilities; operational staff work, report writing and even right down to details of leaves and offs of the men. More importantly, I have learnt many a lesson regarding how to handle people who come from so many different backgrounds. I begin to realise this  job is tougher than it looks, when expectations of the leader is apparently high within the platoon. I'm feeling the pressure, yet then again it always comes with the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening in to the men has a way of saying, "I care for you, so tell me your problems". Sometimes people really think it is really easy to listen. Its not when everyone else likes to talk about ourselves most of the time. Its really good to know what's on their minds, as its only then that I can attend to their needs. A good leader sees each and every individual to be someone unique who has a potential beyond his wildest dreams. I want to see myself do that for them before I move on to my new life in 9 months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my first steps to listening to their expectations of their "Dream Platoon Commander", getting them to write down what they'd want from myself as their leader. Words are varied in structure and grammar but most did say they want one who can motivate them in times of joy and sorrow. The commanders know they crave someone who can guide the platoon. They want me to navigate the way for them to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the army can be irritating sometimes, but most times, one will meet situations only the human spirit will prevail. I see myself imparting this value of determination to the men in time to come. Eventually, I really want to see myself being an excellent platoon commander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking life each day will not suffice. I need to start navigating the future for this bunch of men. This group of soulja boyz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-8994779384920982948?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8994779384920982948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=8994779384920982948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8994779384920982948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8994779384920982948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/11/dream-platoon-commander.html' title='The Dream Platoon Commander.'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1479804831565826908</id><published>2007-10-05T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:43:37.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting reservist men who called me Sir..</title><content type='html'>It's been 4 weeks ever since I commissioned and I guess officer life has been getting better ever since. No more turn outs, no more being referred to as smelly cadets, no more early mornings to do the dreaded 5BX and so much more freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting along with my men most of the times and having fun at the same time. Stress does come in once in a while when the workload piles up but I guess its just part of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it gets stranger when men start calling me "Sir" for the reason of the "bamboo stick" that I have on my shoulders. It becomes apparently uncomfortable when men in their 30s call me that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for an outfield exercise for 4 days with a battalion of very brave NSmen; some who have not touched a rifle for close to a year and sport pot bellies of incredible proportions. Others have established families and careers whom I can label were much more financially sound than mine. It was such an eye opener to see men as mature as them pick up their rifles and fight just like they did years ago when they were still active NSF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching along in a mish mash of formations along the road, they carried the loads on their backs as if they carried bricks of steel; clearly exhausted and lethargic. Many fell out, fainted and wheezed as their counterparts chugged along towards the objective. It was simply through sheer determination that they were willing to walk on in the sheer darkness of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lethargic bodies eventually took the form of the soldiers they once were a decade ago when they took siege on the their enemies as adrenaline rushed through their aged veins. Testosterone seem to fill their bodies as they fire their rounds away at their seemingly aggressive targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an insightful experience, knowing I would someday be like on of them in future be called upon to serve the country for 2 weeks in the year, to fight for the nation. In a term known as reservist,it is set to be the next phase of army life that I will have to encounter in the next 15 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would remember an occasion when one of the men asked me a question enroute to the objective through the woods that reminded me that I was an officer of the SAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rifleman:&lt;/span&gt; Sir, do you know how far away are we from the objective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myself: &lt;/span&gt;You people walked faster than I imagined. We're only about 1 km away (reluctantly smiling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we had longer to walk, but to raise their morale, there was this much that I could do. Facing many a dilemma on many occasions, this job is only getting tougher as the days pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a kudos to the other umpires of Alpha Coy who have helped out in some way or other in the evaluation. Here's the picture guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RwYNkEiukeI/AAAAAAAABnU/Cl2CVnO6oQY/s1600-h/DSC02141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RwYNkEiukeI/AAAAAAAABnU/Cl2CVnO6oQY/s320/DSC02141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117792939898999266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These men who answered the call of the nation are the very men some refer to as brothers or fathers for some. It is definitely heartwarming knowing that they take training so positively, if not for them, the country would not have enjoyed peace when they served their due a decade ago. All I can do, is to serve this nation the best I can in my best capacity. Till my first reservist call up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RwYSFEiukfI/AAAAAAAABnc/8BZTS1txgeQ/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RwYSFEiukfI/AAAAAAAABnc/8BZTS1txgeQ/s320/DSC02132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117797904881193458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The long march..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RwYSxkiukgI/AAAAAAAABnk/grLw9kK6OpQ/s1600-h/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RwYSxkiukgI/AAAAAAAABnk/grLw9kK6OpQ/s320/DSC02115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117798669385372162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slacking in the training shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RwYUqkiukhI/AAAAAAAABns/nIpCwGmcznY/s1600-h/DSC02119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RwYUqkiukhI/AAAAAAAABns/nIpCwGmcznY/s320/DSC02119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117800748149543442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture using Night vision goggles!! Cool stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1479804831565826908?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1479804831565826908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1479804831565826908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1479804831565826908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1479804831565826908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/10/meeting-reservist-men-who-called-me-sir.html' title='Meeting reservist men who called me Sir..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RwYNkEiukeI/AAAAAAAABnU/Cl2CVnO6oQY/s72-c/DSC02141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-124533998493248089</id><published>2007-09-16T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:02:07.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commissioning ball!</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to my commissioning ball yesterday when I had a short conversation with the taxi uncle. I was feeling kinda unexcited about going to the ball when something he said struck me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taxi Uncle&lt;/span&gt;: "You know when I was young, I never had a chance to enjoy myself because I thought that such things were stupid. I never really thought about it until I grew too old to enjoy stuff like you now are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myself:&lt;/span&gt; .... (Feeling guilty)I somehow think so too un&lt;/span&gt;cle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something that I never would have realised until then, that going to my commissioning ball was something that would happen once in my lifetime. I knew then that I had to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey enough said, I enjoyed myself so much last night; took pictures and merried heartily with the company of the ladies! I'll let the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzFMDA7mzI/AAAAAAAABms/tpzoPSQ0j5k/s1600-h/DSC02050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzFMDA7mzI/AAAAAAAABms/tpzoPSQ0j5k/s320/DSC02050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110676487916985138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was lucky this lady decided to say ok to be my date.. Haha. Thanks Mag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzJwTA7m0I/AAAAAAAABm0/t_AUvj1ObrU/s1600-h/DSC02069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzJwTA7m0I/AAAAAAAABm0/t_AUvj1ObrU/s320/DSC02069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110681508733754178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A group photo of the ladies and gentlemen of table 2.. I thought all of us looked simply exquisite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzPhjA7m1I/AAAAAAAABm8/zNWOqP1IUaA/s1600-h/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzPhjA7m1I/AAAAAAAABm8/zNWOqP1IUaA/s320/DSC02099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110687852400450386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my great Malay Buddies.. I'll miss them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzRAzA7m2I/AAAAAAAABnE/K-STSG7R_jM/s1600-h/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzRAzA7m2I/AAAAAAAABnE/K-STSG7R_jM/s320/DSC02076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110689488782990178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gentlemen of Table 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzS-TA7m3I/AAAAAAAABnM/mg2WInfZn_0/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzS-TA7m3I/AAAAAAAABnM/mg2WInfZn_0/s320/DSC02078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110691644856572786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad the ladies enjoyed themselves just as much.. I bet it was more fun for the ladies dressing up! It's a small world how all the ladies seem to know each other like they were long lost best friends after a night. Something we men can never understand... Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that's the end of the big hoo ha of commissioning and 2LT duties are under way for me. Back to work on Sunday night! Back to the home of the Stingray! Ooh Aah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-124533998493248089?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/124533998493248089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=124533998493248089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/124533998493248089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/124533998493248089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/09/commissioning-ball.html' title='Commissioning ball!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RuzFMDA7mzI/AAAAAAAABms/tpzoPSQ0j5k/s72-c/DSC02050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5732625188936797786</id><published>2007-09-15T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T06:01:40.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down under..</title><content type='html'>Dun understand who what when where WHY.. Just can't help being so confused. Just can't help being misunderstood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5732625188936797786?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5732625188936797786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5732625188936797786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5732625188936797786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5732625188936797786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/09/feeling-down-under.html' title='Feeling down under..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-4588543525029308531</id><published>2007-09-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:06:03.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start.. Ooh Aah! Stingray!</title><content type='html'>First week at my new workplace went as such.. Briefing, briefing, eat, sleep, briefing again and the process starts all over again. It's a culture shock understanding the reality of the army in a real operational unit. I still can't get used to all the freedom that is given to me after all the months of training. It's just strange knowing how the men around me treats anyone else the same in camp. It's surprising to know that I'm a 2nd lieutenant who has responsibilities few can identify with. I think I'm getting along fine at my workplace, it really feels good knowing that we are treated like adults unlike when I was training in OCS. Honestly, it has been a humbling week where I realise rank is of no importance to gaining respect from any of the men in the unit. There is more to learn, more to expect when I least expect it. Had a great end to the week, knowing I beat my personal best in my 2.4k run today. 1 week and counting. Looking forward to the adventures ahead.. OOh Aaah! Stingray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-4588543525029308531?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4588543525029308531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=4588543525029308531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/4588543525029308531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/4588543525029308531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-start-ooh-aah-stingray.html' title='A new start.. Ooh Aah! Stingray!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-2762988348879646463</id><published>2007-08-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:44:12.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commissioning</title><content type='html'>Only one more week left to the end of the course and it seems like everything happened in a flash. It would be another occasion where there would be many more occasions of trials and tribulations ahead in new and unchartered grounds. Looking forward to the changes that would happen for it seems I thrive on new challenges. While looking ahead, I would never fail to reminisce the ordeals and laughter that I shared with a bunch of men whom I called buddies, brothers and platoon mates for the past 9 months in the course. It would be unwise to underestimate the responsibilities I acquire after the 8 September 2007, for it would be then I see the immense pressure I would have to overcome as an officer. Cherishing every moment of my days towards the final farewell; To the place I have called home for the past 9 months of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-2762988348879646463?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2762988348879646463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=2762988348879646463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2762988348879646463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2762988348879646463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/08/commissioning.html' title='Commissioning'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-2037940238685209658</id><published>2007-08-20T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:14:14.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting people..</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks, it seemed quite extraordinary to meet so many new and old faces around me. Meeting people whom names I do not remember. Meeting those who have unfortunate incidents working with me. Others who I still care about after not meeting them for so long. Whether it be a hi-bye opportunity, i think it still goes to show how much my effort to open up when I was in school paid off. It really can get frustrating not knowing who to meet just to chill out after booking out on the weekend. Then again, I'm not certain of whether there is a person out there who is the special one for me. Maybe thinking about it is just a passing phase in my life, but I can say I feel most comfortable knowing I only have to be responsible for myself and not someone else at least until the time comes. I'll just have to let nature take its course and ride along its wave. For the time being, I'll just be the person I am; a soldier defending the land I stand on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-2037940238685209658?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2037940238685209658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=2037940238685209658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2037940238685209658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2037940238685209658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/08/meeting-people.html' title='Meeting people..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-3764944864595311126</id><published>2007-08-02T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T06:45:42.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dementia test?!</title><content type='html'>Honestly, it has been awhile since I posted some humour into my entries ever since I started my blog. Scroll down to take the test.TRY IT! IF U DARE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's that time of year to take our annual Dementia test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise of the brain is as important as exercise of the muscles. As we grow older, it's important that we keep mentally alert The saying; "If you don't use it, you will lose it" also applies to the brain, so..Below is a very private way to gauge your loss or non-loss of intelligence. So, take the following test presented here and determine if you are losing it or are still "with it." The spaces below are so you don't see&gt;the answers until you have made your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, relax, clear your mind and... begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you put in a toaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: "bread." If you said "toast," then give up now and go do something else. Try not to hurt yourself. If you said, "bread," go to Question 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Say "silk" five times. Now spell "silk." What do cows drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Cows drink water. If you said "milk," please do not attempt the next question. Your brain is obviously over stressed and may even overheat. It may be that you need to content yourself with reading something more appropriate such as Children's World. If you said "water" then proceed to question 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If a red house is made from red bricks and a blue house is made from blue bricks and a pink house is made from pink bricks and a black house is made from black bricks, what is a green house made from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Greenhouses are made from glass. If you said "green&gt;bricks," what the devil are you still doing here reading these questions????? If you said "glass," then go on to Question 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's twenty years ago, and a plane is flying at 20,000 feet over Germany (If you will recall, Germany at the time was politically divided into West Germany and East Germany.) Anyway, during the flight, TWO of the engines fail. The pilot, realizing that the last remaining engine is also failing, decides on a crash landing procedure. Unfortunately the engine fails before he has time and the plane fatally crashes smack in the middle of "no man's land" between East Germany and West Germany. Where would&gt;you bury the survivors? East Germany or West Germany or in "no man's land"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: You don't, of course, bury survivors. If you said ANYTHING else, you are a real dunce and you must NEVER try to rescue anyone from a&gt;plane crash. Your efforts would not be appreciated. If you said, "Don't bury the survivors", then proceed to the next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Without using a calculator - You are driving a bus from London to Milford Haven in Wales. In London, 17 people get on the bus. In Reading, six people get off the bus and nine people get on. In Swindon, two people get off and four get on. In Cardiff, 11 people get off and 16 people get on. In Swansea, three people get off and five people get on In Carmathen, six people get off and three get on. You then arrive at Milford Haven. What was the name of the bus driver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Oh, for crying out loud! Don't you remember your own name? It was YOU!! Now pass this along to all your "smart friends" and hope they do&gt;better than you did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 95% of people fail in most of the questions!! I guess its ok that you failed the test.. haha.. i did too.. And I thought I was smart. Guess i'm not realli that bookwormy after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-3764944864595311126?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3764944864595311126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=3764944864595311126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3764944864595311126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3764944864595311126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/08/dementia-test.html' title='Dementia test?!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5838788843037161060</id><published>2007-07-31T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:28:29.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My reflections.. of the past and future..</title><content type='html'>I am feeling rather edgy these days, knowing that I would be facing rather extraordinary changes in the months to come. I can already feel the emotions of the changes running through my head. The confusion that comes with the changes and the challenges that come with them. I just hope that things may soon fall into place as soon as possible. Going into the unknown can be really really scary. An series of events in my life has been changing the way I am perceiving things. I am doing ridiculous things at extraordinary lengths to get just a single inch of hope that the tide will turn in my favour. Be it me being foolish or lunatic in nature, I find it surprisingly fun to do. Adds to the spice of life I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote out a reflection on the events in my life for the past 9 months. I was wondering whether I should be even putting up the contents here because half of my audience would not even understand the content in it. But I guess I can leave it in the archive for myself to reflect upon in time to come. Yes ladies.. It is about my life in the army. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Retrospection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time of the month is here again where I would have to write another reflection. This time the theme of the reflection is to wrap up the loose ends of everything that I had experienced in OCS. I would like to make his reflection a light hearted one to entertain myself when I read it as a 2LT (On the condition that I commission..).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the back of my mind, there is a part of my memory that throws me back in time to the first day I was in OCS. Honestly, being the most junior wing of the wings in OCS must have been the most pathetic experience I have ever had in my entire life. Being the most junior in terms of military knowledge did not do anyone good especially in OCS since we were still so green to the military (pun not intended). The transition of earning the right to wear the white OCS polo-T and black shorts after the CLM phase was a talking point among the Hotel Wing cadets as it was very good change from the ridiculous excuse of the a T-shirt that we had to wear during the Common Leadership Module (CLM) phase. CLM was just a nightmare in most cases, especially when my first weeks encompassed days of late nights without free time and the “promise” of late night turn outs every other day. Getting the lanyard off the uniform was a huge welcome to our image as newly transitioned service term cadets. However, it was a welcome to the term “extras” as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service term was nevertheless tiring to say the least but it was the period I learnt a lot about myself as a leader, friend and colleague to my other wing mates. I took up appointment after appointment; cadet platoon sergeant to cadet wing commander in close succession not knowing myself how belligerent and ignorant I was to the team dynamics in my platoon. I didn't lose my personal focus at all during this phase, but I guess I did manage to lose certain friends. It was a difficult balance to try to make sure things get done while making sure everyone was pleased. It was a challenge and I guess certain factors had to be sacrificed. This was also the term that I learnt a lot about being a soldier. BMT had only scraped only a tip of the soldier's iceberg . The level of information being pounded into the brains of a lowly cadet must have knocked us out most of the time we are in lectureswhen I oserved the majority of us succumbing to the “Z” monster. Learning to handle one weapon in BMT to five in OCS was no easy feat. Handling them without getting an Negligible Discharge (ND) is a godsend considering the number of ND cases we have in the wing. Though it may sound sexually offensive, it is not but a serious offence. From section field camp to platoon field camp, we learnt various soldiering tactics and soldiering skills that would come as a miracle for BMT sergeants to teach to recruits. I ended off service term successfully as a Exercise PC in my platoon live firing, confident of moving on to pro-term to learn more about myself. Service term. Yes. It was stressful in every sense of the word and in every situation I found myself in. With “manifestations of behemoths” (i.e. Hotel Wing instructors) breathing down my neck every day, it was never easy to live peacefully without knowing that a mistake will not be “rewarded” with a certain number of extras. Extras to me are just reasons for me to justify the amount of money I am earning as a cadet, never as a punishment at all. I think it is this type of positive thinking that really kept me going in OCS. For friends I know, extras look to be the end of the world when summoned upon them. At least getting the extras taught me not lose anything during my operations anymore. Nonetheless, I passed through the phase, knowing myself that I had done well and pursuing the dream of leading a set of 27 men.&lt;br /&gt;Professional term soon ensued with many expectations on myself. With the JCC badge on the line and multitude of badges we were to earn, I guess it really puts a bit of pressure to earn them all. Pro-term was interesting to start with as they were many changes that happened during this period that I guess it bothers many. Charlie actually closed down to have their cadets amalgamated with Hotel due to a series of unknown events that happened. Upon the next few weeks, both sides of the court provided a rousing display of verbal arguments as to which wing could be better when it came to administration in the wing. I had my hands tied in many a discussion on who's SOP was better when it came to OPs orders. There was almost a mini-revolution of cadets waiting to overthrow the ruling appointment holders if things went out of their way. Seeing these changes allowed myself to see, how resistant people can be to change. It is crazy how much people can pick on a certain subject, unwilling to adapt to the change that is actually apparent in their context. From this simple but yet true experience, it has somehow illustrated to me how I should welcome change because it is true how change is the only constant in a country like Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience as an RCP cadet must have been the most enduring experiences I had as an officer cadet. Not only was it humiliating, it was degrading it all sense of the word. It was bad enough that we had to march up and down to HQ, it was worse when i didn't get the chance to go to TPSU FOC. Confinement is a big deal especially to me. It was saddening yet, it taught me some lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going through JCC must have been one of the most trying experiences in my life. I could not fathom how I went through such a challenging course of 9 days without so much as 1 proper meal a day. Though water was abundant during the course, it was not really as welcomed when it came from the skies. It was mind over matter in many occasions in the course. Even nibbling on plants became apparently relieving knowing that I had only a pack of food left for 2 more days. I still remember occasions where my mind would be constantly on my loved ones back home while asking myself questions about the countless times I took everything back at home for granted. It was torturous mentally and physically that by the end of the course I ended up losing 11 kilos. Fortunately, all that suffering did not end in vain, having earned the coveted JCC badge. It was a time I knew that I would not forget, for it shook me emotionally, mentally and physically. It was a period where I realised for myself, the inner me that was selfish inside, that had to be overcome if my group were to pass the course. I set that experience as a benchmark, that if any other exercise were not tougher than the JCC, it is not that tough after all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taiwan became the talking point soon after when the JCC hype died down. Everyone, including myself, was looking forward to the day we fly off to Taiwan. So many stories from our friends and seniors that I knew we had to experience for ourselves. True enough, training was as tough as we would imagine. But never would I imagine being in 38 degree summer temperatures that was even hotter than in Singapore. Preparations for the exercises was just as intense as the exercises themselves I guess. Some of wing mates I believe would still be having nightmares from the overwhelming numbers of target boards that we had to prepare for the live firing exercises. It was bewildering, the number of rubber bands that had to be prepared just for the target boards. I must have prepared over a hundred I guess. Overall, I think I could have still pulled out lessons from Taiwan training stint as an appointment holder for the platoon battle course. I had the chance to gain an insight into using terrain to effectively deploy my men in the fighting scenarios. I realised I was given a once in a lifetime chance to do this, and yes I did learn a lot from the experience. The Taiwan terrain in the countryside was magnificent and in any case, breathtaking. Honestly, I had little of an impression of Taiwan until I landed on its sunny shores. I appreciated the charm and warmth that its beautiful surroundings as well as the people brought to Hotel Wing. I enjoyed myself thoroughly there. Taiwan would not be something that I would want my grandchildren to miss at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nearing commissioning, I must add that it is an irony just watching the junior cadets going through their daily activities in the institution that I have called home for the past 7 and a half months. They are going through exactly the same fears, doubts, sorrows as well as the happiness that as we cadets commonly share. I have always felt that as a school appointment holder that I do my part to the school to educate the younger or inexperienced cadets on anything and everything OCS. Commissioning gives me a sense of anticipation for the thing I dreamt of for months; Being able to lead my own set of men. Though I understand that it may be a great responsibility to undertake for someone of my age, I feel more driven to take up the role of an officer. I looked at going to OCS for my parents, when I was initially in OCS, but I can safely say that I really hope that future generations of children can continue to study and play safely and without fear through the power within me to train soldiers that can protect the nation. Seems noble in to many but to me I feel a duty to serve the nation as best I can while I can.&lt;br /&gt;I look back knowing that I have achieved quite a lot in OCS in more ways than one. I am glad that I took positivity in the things I do everyday in OCS when it was tough to do so. As my cadet to commander transition would ensue, I hope that the things I learn in OCS would not end in vain. As I earn the bar, with mind and body I will transition to the officer that I will always strive to be; the one that leads well, that excels in everything and overcomes the most challenging obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5838788843037161060?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5838788843037161060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5838788843037161060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5838788843037161060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5838788843037161060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-reflections-of-past-and-future.html' title='My reflections.. of the past and future..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-7559946114887476345</id><published>2007-07-29T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:33:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an NSF.</title><content type='html'>een a while since I dropped by Youtube to catch some vids. I didn't realise how much more there was to watch at youtube. Guess I've been missing out quite some bit. I watched this piece of animation that I feel many guys can either relate to. Funny in a sense. All in good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be reminded of the times I am an NSF every time I speak with others who are in the same shoes as myself. Its an experience few girls will really understand. Haha.. I must add that being an NSF really gave me a real kick in the head to realise the things we do to protect the country. Its no easy feat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 6 more weeks to the day I will commission. Hope nothing goes wrong. THings are getting more exciting by the minute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-7559946114887476345?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7559946114887476345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=7559946114887476345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7559946114887476345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7559946114887476345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/07/being-nsf.html' title='Being an NSF.'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1781763359997984728</id><published>2007-07-25T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:36:33.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chocolate bar..</title><content type='html'>My first entry ever since I came back from Taiwan but I guess I need to say little about how fun Taiwan was. Training was great, RnR was fantastic. Too bad I can't blog out much of the details because it'll cause a great deal of people to get jealous.. Haha.. I'll put up some pictures soon.. I hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from Taiwan, I guess I needed to finish some unfinished business here. Time spent with my friends and things I really felt needed to be ironed out before I get my chocolate bar. Getting the chocolate bar seems to be so near though it is still like 40 days away. Thing is, along the way, distractions get in the way and it is just confusing how life can become sometimes when they become more significant. Sometimes i dunno why my life can be this hard to lead. Sometimes I wish it were more simpler. Why can't the answers be right in front of me? Why do I always find it so difficult? OMG, please help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the day I commission fervently. Really looking forward to the time I meet the men I seek to lead. Listening to commissioning songs really sets the tone I guess. I thank the people around me who still choose to be my beloved friends through these 9 months of toil and tribulations in my life. You have been my inspiration to succeed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1781763359997984728?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1781763359997984728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1781763359997984728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1781763359997984728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1781763359997984728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/07/chocolate-bar.html' title='The chocolate bar..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-431608839773240914</id><published>2007-07-06T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:05:49.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan day 5</title><content type='html'>What a surprise! I got to use a computer in the middle of nowhere to update my blog again! 5 days of Taiwan passed in a blink of an eye. The sights and sounds of the country side are really breathtaking and the scenery just magnificent. I really wonder how these beautiful mountains form these spectacular sights here. Of course, I had some interesting adventures that came quite as a surprise. Having fun so far... 10 more days to train and 4 more days of RnR and home I come. Damn I miss so many people in sg. Wonder if they are thinking the same. haha.. Alrite!!!Only 10 weeks to commissioning. I'll be looking forward to every moment after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-431608839773240914?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/431608839773240914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=431608839773240914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/431608839773240914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/431608839773240914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/07/taiwan-day-5.html' title='Taiwan day 5'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-7265296903873326554</id><published>2007-07-01T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:54:18.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful week!</title><content type='html'>A turn of events after the horrible week I had last week was a good change indeed. Had fun fooling around with my my platoon mates while preparing to pack for Taiwan. Though it was hell packing the stuff, eventually it became second nature I guess.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun talking and interacting with the freshies in OCS. They really looked like freshies you'd meet on their first day in school where they really had no idea what to expect until the seniors would step in to guide them along. It was really an eye opener for me I guess. I think the experience made up for my lost chances to be a GL in TPSU camps.. Oh duh.. I still prefer main comm.. Being a commander in future can be fun as well. Expecting the best after I commission in 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time yesterday @ Mind Cafe with so many people I haven met up in a long long time. It was almost like a mini TPSU reunion lah.. Iskandar and Khai made fun of me as usual, Weiqi mocking me the whole evening and Yasin so engrossed in the whole board game thingy.. I don't understand why these people hardly change!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole plan was a set up to celebrate Kai wei's birthday in advance that day and I guess it went rather well. The cake was nice, the setting was perfect and it seemed as if the birthday girl knew nothing about the surprise at all! Birthday girl damn dumb leh.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Roc95SPgyNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/P68x6rTfDDc/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Roc95SPgyNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/P68x6rTfDDc/s320/DSC00676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082098758869633234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday girl pouting her lips! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Roc-zSPgyOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ggkD29P3rQ0/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Roc-zSPgyOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ggkD29P3rQ0/s320/DSC00680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082099755302045922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday girl cut cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had fun with Iskandar taking nonsense pics with some figures.. Guys will be guys.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RodADyPgyPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wLdmike4Zt0/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RodADyPgyPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wLdmike4Zt0/s320/DSC00687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082101138281515250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its about these times with friends that is really enjoyable and memorable I guess. Glad I met up with these people who either changed lives and changed mine. Group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RodA3iPgyQI/AAAAAAAAAII/FLH0TvvETGs/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RodA3iPgyQI/AAAAAAAAAII/FLH0TvvETGs/s320/DSC00735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082102027339745538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to Taiwan with so many expectations for myself. Really hope I can prove myself worthy to lead a band of 27 men after commissioning. I'll miss so many people here in SG. Hope I get the nod though after I come back from Taiwan. Hope I do.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-7265296903873326554?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7265296903873326554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=7265296903873326554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7265296903873326554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7265296903873326554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/06/wonderful-week.html' title='A wonderful week!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Roc95SPgyNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/P68x6rTfDDc/s72-c/DSC00676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-6905432378058789867</id><published>2007-06-23T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:15:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a horrible week.. Sigh</title><content type='html'>I just didn't know why my week ended up to be a series of unfortunate events. It was really a bummer right from the start of the week. Injury on Monday. Went sleepless on Tuesday. Cock up on Wednesday. Felt like shit on Thursday. Moody on Friday. Shitload of stuff to do on the weekend. The pain I have to go through. I really need to put my goals forward. Its like ever since I came back from overseas. Everything else seemed pretty aimless. I need the break this weekend like I never needed it before. God please save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-6905432378058789867?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6905432378058789867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=6905432378058789867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6905432378058789867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6905432378058789867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-horrible-week-sigh.html' title='Just a horrible week.. Sigh'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-7001434960398281306</id><published>2007-06-17T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:41:57.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working hard yet playing hard..</title><content type='html'>More work just seems to come in the truckloads when I thought it would be more relaxed. I think officer life would only come in such a package in future; workloads in truckloads. Stressed but handling it fine. Had a fun week training outfield though there'll be more to come. I have to admit, I am having fun in camp. It will be a pity I only have 3 months left in OCS. I really should do something about comms ball soon. Stressed.. I think.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I went out with my ex-classmates at Sentosa, though didn't spend much time there. Made a fool of myself in Vivocity. I swear there was at least 30 people in front of me when I took this picture. Had fun being the thick skinned guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RnQfksIRVFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-Q6wUVsoQD8/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RnQfksIRVFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-Q6wUVsoQD8/s320/DSC00466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076717395134993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life just brings on its roller coaster ride, when I meet challenges and new people come into my life. I realise its just about belief in yourself and focus in your goals that really makes a difference. The "Work hard and play hard" philosophy will be something I'll stick to for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do the many things in life that is not impossible to achieve. In time I will get the results. In time they will show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-7001434960398281306?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7001434960398281306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=7001434960398281306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7001434960398281306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7001434960398281306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/06/working-hard-yet-playing-hard.html' title='Working hard yet playing hard..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RnQfksIRVFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-Q6wUVsoQD8/s72-c/DSC00466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-6166128476114037482</id><published>2007-06-10T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:39:12.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Encik Sahfahri..</title><content type='html'>The only new thing that happened this week was that I became someone of a bigger appointment in the school. It was kinda a big thing when some of the juniors started calling me "Sir". The new rank seems daunting to wear because of it seemed like expectations increased twofold for me. As the saying goes, "With great power comes great responsibility."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Rmrs-MIRU_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/tKKFg_x3M6w/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Rmrs-MIRU_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/tKKFg_x3M6w/s320/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074128483338245106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmruhMIRVCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/O6LmvHrmf7g/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmruhMIRVCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/O6LmvHrmf7g/s320/DSC00329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074130184145294370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new rank on the left has an extra "crab" and the 3 roofs on top of the cadet rank and it looks rather shiny as compared to my old one. Though I must honestly say it was quite cool wearing this epaulette to the old one on the right. Encik Sahfahri sounds rather odd though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmrxOsIRVDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LEIzax2kIHA/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmrxOsIRVDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LEIzax2kIHA/s320/DSC00335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074133164852597810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My efforts in Brunei, marked by a symbol on my chest, the JCC badge. I will remember for life the way I earned this badge.. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of commissioning as an officer really does bring a lot of anticipation as well as anxiety. Expectations mount as the weeks go by to make sure I mentally prepare my transition as an officer. In about 3 months time, these bars would become 1 black bar and everything would change. At least for now, I can still say I am a cadet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll leave this posting with a hilarious poster my platoon mate came up with. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmryhsIRVEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DeDgT7mmvEY/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmryhsIRVEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DeDgT7mmvEY/s320/DSC00363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074134590781740098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-6166128476114037482?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6166128476114037482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=6166128476114037482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6166128476114037482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6166128476114037482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/06/call-me-encik-sahfahri.html' title='Call me Encik Sahfahri..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/Rmrs-MIRU_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/tKKFg_x3M6w/s72-c/DSC00326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-8280276117300553237</id><published>2007-06-03T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:15:39.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Frenzy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJBTUjjC1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kVpc2B89lG8/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJBTUjjC1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kVpc2B89lG8/s320/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071687930563726162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got a new camera last Thursday and I've been taking a lot of photos ever since. My new "toy" is so fun to use, I'm just clicking away. At least I know now that I have memories of events for keepsake in future. Getting the hang of the features too. Took some photos during my outing with my ex-poly classmates. I think they came out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJFvUjjC2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/UfOSagwMMHI/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJFvUjjC2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/UfOSagwMMHI/s320/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071692809646574434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Japanese restaurant.. I liked the cup, art piece in itself... I had Chicken Teriyaki don.. OooOOhh.. Marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJGv0jjC3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tn_neVPw9KI/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJGv0jjC3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tn_neVPw9KI/s320/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071693917748136818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinda cool to see my poly buddies after coming back from Brunei. We all seem just the same except that we're all serving the country less the girls of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes time really just stands still when we relive our moments in poly. Nostalgia really sets in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJI1kjjC4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CvV0If0Mij8/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJI1kjjC4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CvV0If0Mij8/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071696215555640194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a cuppa-joe @ Starbucks with the guys. Really just lazed around taking photos. The cup of Banana Java Chip was too good, I had a to take a photo of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some Tau Huay at Rochor Rd, to finish off the food feast that day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJMgUjjC5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lbzvcAYxVz8/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJMgUjjC5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lbzvcAYxVz8/s320/DSC00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071700248529931154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from Brunei, I really learnt to appreciate things much better. Time spent with friends and family becomes much treasured and appreciated. It was tough in Brunei; the comforts of life was taken away from me for 9 long days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-8280276117300553237?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8280276117300553237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=8280276117300553237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8280276117300553237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8280276117300553237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/06/photo-frenzy.html' title='Photo Frenzy!!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwzDMJ0Eoc4/RmJBTUjjC1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kVpc2B89lG8/s72-c/DSC00170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-2144817463391560161</id><published>2007-05-31T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T02:49:38.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in SG!</title><content type='html'>Finally back in Singapore and I was so glad to see my parents again after the 2 weeks. The 2 weeks were really tormenting, but I'm glad it's over. Time really flies when I'm out in the jungle. It just flies. I must have went through the toughest course in my entire life the past 2 weeks. I think many wouldn't believe I lost 11 kilos in a space of 9 days and my feet ended up in such bad shape I almost could not recognise them after that. Its just crazy those 9 days. Just set me thinking so deep inside that there were no words to describe the experience. I think I'll just leave it as memories for me to keep. The stories would come in handy for my grandchildren. :P Anyway I got the Jungle Confidence Course (JCC) badge and I'm proud of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-2144817463391560161?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2144817463391560161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=2144817463391560161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2144817463391560161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2144817463391560161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-in-sg.html' title='Back in SG!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-4490155301305383242</id><published>2007-05-15T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:10:18.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunei here I come!</title><content type='html'>Leaving in about 15 minutes.. JCC here I come.. See you guys in 2 weeks.. Gd bye Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-4490155301305383242?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4490155301305383242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=4490155301305383242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/4490155301305383242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/4490155301305383242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/05/brunei-here-i-come.html' title='Brunei here I come!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1843244879347865801</id><published>2007-05-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:51:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days to JCC..</title><content type='html'>Packed my bags and ready to go.. 3 days and counting.. I want this badge so bad, I know my team mates want it too. I will do it all for the people I care about.. I know I can do this! 3 more days to Brunei..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1843244879347865801?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1843244879347865801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1843244879347865801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1843244879347865801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1843244879347865801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-days-to-jcc.html' title='3 days to JCC..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-8836389264201966910</id><published>2007-05-09T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:39:59.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised one day.. Nervous the next..</title><content type='html'>I think I had a very eventful weekend last week.. Really taking a good break from the Army for a while.. Things I never expected to happen actually did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those days where you feel you just wanna head back to school just to meet up some pals in school? i had one of those days on Monday.. Just so happened that I wanted to meet up Xiu Hui and Elene for a small get together like we always do. Spent the time in the lounge idling away though reliving those wonderful memories I had in TPSU there. When it was finally time to go meet up Teck at Tamp Mall, it was already 6.30pm. The steps I took towards the "Mushroom" really just reminded me of alot of stuff.. but I neve expected a surprise guest whom I have always never had the chance to see appear before my very eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance, it looked like an alien.. Dressed in a chic jacket over a white tank top. She had particularly short hair, one that really fit a star performer I guess. Looking straight on.. Guess wad.. It was Kaiwei.. Surprise surprise.. She did look a tad different with the new haircut.  I think my first impression of it was some kind of Japanese doll I seen somewhere but never mind.. Quite nice lah! Fortunately, the person never change.. Just as dumb.. Oops! Hehe.. At least got to know that she's still alive.. I think she looks better after she graduated, without the eye bags.. Ooops.. Jk.. I think I too much liao.. KK If you're reading this, next time I'll treat you to a horror movie ya? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite nice to see so many familiar people around the place too. Was so glad to make the trip to school I guess. Had a good laugh in the bus regarding some Spiderman spoiler.. Should have seen the look on their faces.. Extremely hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ended today in camp, feeling a bit intimidated by all the preparation for Lancer. I guess all my platoon mates are feeling the same. Excited by the prospect of earning my first real badge in the army, yet nervous cause of the uncertainty of it all. I hope I will grow confident as the days pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw Saturday's coming.. Ooo.. Yoz, Radon bbq here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-8836389264201966910?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8836389264201966910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=8836389264201966910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8836389264201966910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8836389264201966910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/05/surprised-one-day-nervous-next.html' title='Surprised one day.. Nervous the next..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1359114436739360558</id><published>2007-04-29T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:50:45.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Booking out..</title><content type='html'>I had a memorable time bashing through the jungles of Singapore yesterday; feeling the ferns and thorns in my face.. Yeah right! It must have been the worst feeling to have thorns brushing my face every minute. haha.. Seems like the week ended sooner than I thought.. Well time I book out from camp finally! Good bye OCS for 3 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1359114436739360558?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1359114436739360558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1359114436739360558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1359114436739360558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1359114436739360558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-booking-out.html' title='Finally Booking out..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-3673682635235008888</id><published>2007-04-22T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:13:04.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's lessons from the field..</title><content type='html'>Before moving off for Pulau Tekong for the field camp, I was very rather excited about the fact that we had to build structures, carve fork and spoons and create an environment in the field where we would actually have to survive in. It was good to know that there were many technical things that we learnt before the field camp to familiarise ourselves to living in the conditions we were given. The expectations of the instructors were no less demanding than any other fieldcamp and I felt I was ready for the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Field camp day arrived and the week evolved from a orientation to water obstacle crossing exercise to the application of the survival techniques we have learnt in camp. Generally it was not so much about the technical stuff thatwas enlightening, however it was things about myself that I realised as I carried out my exercises with my group mates.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the 5 days, I already felt a challenge in terms of my mental capability to carry on in the exercises that requiredalot of mental determination to complete the tasks. I had to over come hunger, pain, stress, and other external factors which really pulled down my own morale. Then I learnt that focus was really all I needed to know that things had to be done.Focus and concentration is really important to control my emotions at any point in time. That was really important especially under thosecircumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it was important to realise how important teamwork was to complete tasks on time as well as to do it to the best of our ability in the harshest conditions. When people have differing opinions and capabilities, it is important to appreciate that they still serve an important role for being in the team and nobody should be left out of the equation at any point in time. That case was especially so in the case of Ex. Robinson Crusoe. Cooperation was vital to the team effort to complete the checkpoints. Everyone has to be willing to move together to proceed to our objective.&lt;br /&gt;Motivation was something I learnt that was so evident in Ex. Robinson Crusoe. Firstly, the self motivation had to come from within myself before I could motivate others. I motivated myself knowing that I am doing this for the reason that I had a dutyto defend the nation, armed with the knowledge and capability to protect my family. That bigger reason pushed me like never before.I motivated the others through my actions of pushing on knowing that achieving this difficult feat as a team will bring us closer together. It really has to be intrinsic and it has to be cultivated before I even start to lead a group of 28 men. &lt;br /&gt;I think I have also begun to see myself changing into a much more fulfilled personality who is learning so much more than I everthought I would. I am starting to see things from a perspective that is enlightening yet enjoyable. I learnt alot about myselfin those 5 days; lessons I will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-3673682635235008888?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3673682635235008888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=3673682635235008888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3673682635235008888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3673682635235008888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/lifes-lessons-from-field.html' title='Life&apos;s lessons from the field..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-3798994899407523736</id><published>2007-04-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:57:12.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Field camp I will never forget..</title><content type='html'>Spent the last 5 days in Pulau Tekong training. I never thought it could be as memorable as this one. Never have I spent 1 whole night carving a wooden spoon out of a piece of wood, starve myself of breakfast and lunch to eat a dinner of tapioca. The last 2 days can never be as long as any other day I lived, going almost 24 hours without sleep; constantly walking around the island searching for checkpoints. With a load of almost 30 kilos on the back, it was inevitable that I had thoughts of falling out of that mental and physical torture. At least I now can say it was a good achievement finishing off the 5 days in one piece knowing that I learnt alot more about my character and how I have improved over the months. I think I have been enjoying my training recently because of the new friends I have made and I'm glad I did. Its great being here. It's crazy but ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-3798994899407523736?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3798994899407523736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=3798994899407523736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3798994899407523736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3798994899407523736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-field-camp-i-will-never-forget.html' title='One Field camp I will never forget..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-1302363063944399111</id><published>2007-04-10T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:06:08.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helicopter ride anyone?</title><content type='html'>Woah! Guess what! I took my very first and maybe the only helicopter ride in my life today! It was exciting knowing that we would be taking a ride in the Helicopter aka Super Puma, yet it was almost mind boggling, knowing that I was actually flying in the helicopter today! It was so cool climbing in as if we were on a mission. It was almost as if I was living a dream I had when I was a small boy. I never really thought that day would come until today. It was kinda emotional though it was only a 5 minute ride. Then again I realised it was something I knew few would ver experience and I was grateful for even that 5 minutes. To think about it, there was a simple lesson I learnt from that. I have to be really grateful to be in OCS or even living as a human being for that matter as I can choose to live the way I want to live my life. Many grow complacent about their lives and choose to let the world control them when they can realise and live the dreams they ever wanted to do. It seems life I lived a part of that childhood dream coincidentally and I hope that there would be more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-1302363063944399111?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1302363063944399111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=1302363063944399111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1302363063944399111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/1302363063944399111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/helicopter-ride-anyone.html' title='Helicopter ride anyone?'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-7616625827066672103</id><published>2007-04-04T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:46:34.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool times ahead..</title><content type='html'>I think being in platoon 2 has been getting more and more fun as the days go by. It seems like the new cadets from the Charlie are getting along better with the old boys and it seems lie the attitude is getting better everyday. I can tell who is making the effort to make their stay here memorable and walking the path with these people can only make my journey much more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnout is coming soon and I can't wait for the big day to happen. Our impact on the junior cadets will really be somewhat significant. Especially since we are the only wing to turn out 5 others. Lesson I learnt. Speak up with confidence to anybody I guess, even if the person is of a higher ranking than you are. It was a good experience. I guess it was cool no one could have such an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the day feeling really tired. Alot of things now that I have to do. Focus on completing each would be a necessity. Focus.. Focus..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-7616625827066672103?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7616625827066672103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=7616625827066672103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7616625827066672103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/7616625827066672103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/04/cool-times-ahead.html' title='Cool times ahead..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-3463267505548248934</id><published>2007-03-23T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T15:00:22.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social nite!!</title><content type='html'>I had a great time during my Wing's social night the day before. I couldn't imagine so many people were dressed to the nines' on that day. It really was a blast of an event to say the least though it may not have been the most fun. I had a great time with my date. I guess she would think so too if I didn't bore her with too much details of my army buddies. I think it was really wrong of me to leave her out of conversations at times. Ok! next time cannot like that.. Must be more gentlemanly.. It was really nice to see her dress up for once too. Got a picture for memory sake from the event. At least I know that I looked like the person in the picture 10 years on. I never thought I could pull off the solo like that. Honestly I always thought I would screw the song up. Guess what, my date thinks its "not too bad" which means.. "its not Singapore Idol so I forgive you".. haha.. I think I fared satisfactory at best. It was a good experience singing up there on stage. Never a forte of mine, but at least I knew I conquered a new fear. Loved the event, loved the crowd and most of all I must say I loved my date.. Bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I had mixed feelings about moving on to pro-term, hearing so much about the tough times that I am about to face. I was happy fro finishing service term with good memories and being in one piece. Though, I just felt emotionless at the thought of my platoon splitting becuase it made no difference to me. I seemed more focused on what is ahead of me 6 months later. I think this is what happens when someone really focuses their energy towards a goal. It seems like no obstacle or change can elude myself of my goal. I'll just carry on from here I guess to a new, exciting challenge. Pro-term here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. The big 21st is coming but it seems like nothing new. I hope my first year as an adult would be filled with challenges and excitement. That would be all that I wish for..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-3463267505548248934?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3463267505548248934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=3463267505548248934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3463267505548248934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/3463267505548248934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/social-nite.html' title='Social nite!!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-8283207008499636143</id><published>2007-03-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:40:53.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some peace..Reflecting..</title><content type='html'>I think today was the only real day where I could just sit down, ponder and reflect upon the feelings and experiences I have gone through for the past 2-3 weeks. It was a difficult past 2 weeks I guess, not having the time to look back at my mistakes. Somehow, just by being on my own I could tell that I was trying to break through the inertia of helping others and volunteering willingly. I was glad to see that I made changes in myself, eventually being happy to volunteer because it helped the platoon as a whole. My attitude towards menial work changed when I realised the importance of my responsibilities. I realised that pride really takes a big portion into the changed attitude that I have for my new responsibilities. It is really about configuring and rewiring my brain that my job is significant and taking the pride to do the job well. I realised that I have become more of a neat freak these days and it is really really scaring me. HAha.. I never really noticed I have changed the untidy side of myself until I took a look back 5 months ago when I was a enlistee. Although I can see all this happening in me, I could tell that many of my friends around me are the same old dudes that came into OCS 3 months ago. I would not say that it was their fault, because they have different goals from mine. It may be a lonely road when it comes to conciously developing myself in OCS, reading books, reflecting and creating challenges for myself. But I know all this effort will not come to waste at all. All this accumulated effort would only help me well into the future in time to come. Positivity in life is something no one else can teach me to do, for I am the only one who can motivate myself. Life as an officer is waiting for me. I cannot wait to embark on my first foray as a military leader. That experience is already visually created in my mind. It will happen, I know it! Pressing on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-8283207008499636143?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8283207008499636143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=8283207008499636143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8283207008499636143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/8283207008499636143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-some-peacereflecting.html' title='Finally some peace..Reflecting..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-387453127773362352</id><published>2007-03-10T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:30:27.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commissioning.. The rehearsal in my mind..</title><content type='html'>Today I saw the commissioning parade of the senior cadets from Bravo wing and it was a fantastic sight to behold as a junior cadet. It was so much so a rehearsal to me because I know I want to be in that parade very badly. I could already see myself in that parade, feeling the anxiousness and excited feelings of being minutes away from being commissioned as officers. There was a small gut feeling in me telling me how proud my parents would be putting on those 2nd LTA epaulettes on my shoulders. With each step of their march, I could feel my other self being in their place. How I wish that could have been me. Actually, I know it would be my turn sooner than I think. Letting go of my fears of the past will make me move forward as a person and a leader to the men that I will lead in future. Somehow or rather one of the persons standing in the parade will be me. I just know it. I will just keep it as a rehearsal in my mind. Pressing on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-387453127773362352?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/387453127773362352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=387453127773362352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/387453127773362352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/387453127773362352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/commissioning-rehearsal-in-my-mind.html' title='Commissioning.. The rehearsal in my mind..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-6812104003215820852</id><published>2007-03-10T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:05:33.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally tired but still pressing on..</title><content type='html'>The past week has been a rather difficult week for me in all sense of the word I guess. It has not been as smooth as I thought it out to be. Internally, i just knew that I was suffering quietly in my own world. It was really tiring, just realising for myself the roles, responsibilities and significance in the army. There is really very little to motivate me in the army, knowing that every day we face immense pressure to perform under extreme situations. Take for example when we had to dig throughout the day and night with barely 4 hours of sleep in 2 days. It was just crazy, almost insane. Is it just that my expectations being too high? Or is it just the people around me? It was really emotionally tiring knowing that the time and space I would need just drifts away just because of my responsibilities to the nation. The last thing I need is for me to drift away from friends and loved ones. Honestly, the past week of field camp, going through platoon drills, digging throughout the night and battling stress and the need for sleep has really put me almost beyond my emotional threshold. At least I know now, when I need to keep sane and relaxed under those circumstances. Yup, it has been a difficult week but testament to true leadership, I must continue to learn about my differences with others as well as the weaknesses in myself to really learn my true worth in my life. That dream of commissioning as an officer has not left my mind. I thought the visuals became stronger after attending the rehearsal for the commissioning parade. I could already see myself there, I just know I will be there at all costs.. Press on Saffy, press on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HE WHO TREADS SOFTLY GOES FAR"  -Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-6812104003215820852?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6812104003215820852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=6812104003215820852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6812104003215820852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/6812104003215820852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/03/emotionally-tired-but-still-pressing-on.html' title='Emotionally tired but still pressing on..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-664626249861959540</id><published>2007-02-25T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:45:23.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transition; Wing Appmt to Normal Cadet..</title><content type='html'>I think the past 4 weeks as the CWC has really just flew by. Considering the roller coaster ride I have been through in my life, I must still say there is so much for me to absorb within the course of my stay in OCS. Self-motivation has become a main part of my life ever since I took up the job and the challenges I experienced can never ever be exchanged for anything else in the entire world. It was a fantastic experience to be the CWC leading my wing in the commander's parade as well as proving to the wing finally that I have earned my place to lead them in the wing for the past 4 weeks. The experience was exemplary of a roller coaster ride; full of ups and downs, leaps and bounds and at times roundabouts along the way. My next step would be to guide the new and maintain or help to make better what it is to what can be better. The experience is never too much for me.. Somehow I wish it would not end this fast.. Crazy but true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-664626249861959540?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/664626249861959540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=664626249861959540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/664626249861959540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/664626249861959540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/transition-wing-appmt-to-normal-cadet.html' title='The Transition; Wing Appmt to Normal Cadet..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-2483716297610438322</id><published>2007-02-19T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:43:05.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Masterpiece..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just something I wrote up for my Wing Commander in OCS to look at. Entitled my masterpiece, we were told what we would like to have painted in the picture of our future.. Enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After what the wing commander has mentioned, it did make an impression on me on what I would like to achieve in my life as of the moment. Though I must say I am glad that I already have a wonderful masterpiece being painted as of the moment right now. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My masterpiece would include the achievements I have achieved since the past 20 years of my life, that were significant to me. For example, I would draw a medal to symbolise the significant achievements I have received as a student athlete. I would also have a monument of an ancient library to symbolise the knowledge I would be able to gain in my lifetime. I aim to receive knowledge for as long as I live, be it in the physical domain or the spiritual. Knowledge to me is a significant factor to my life as I choose to apply the knowledge I read from books each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Materialistic possessions aside, I would love to have a baby drawn in my masterpiece for I believe that being a father can be the greatest joy a human being can ever have in his entire lifetime. On another perspective, being a father can prove to be an alternative way for myself to work on my leadership considering that the father plays an important role in influencing the child's mind. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would also love to have to see in my masterpiece a portrait of my family and myself in a graduation robe; my parents etching on the widest smile they can ever have on their faces. I owe my life to my parents and they play a big role in my life. I have considered them my role models and mentors whom I look up to for inspiration. Earning a degree and getting the point of obtaining a University education means so much not only to them but to my Malay-Muslim society as well. I can only believe that my success can inspire others to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would also see in my masterpiece a portrait of a person who has achieved and triumphed over his many obstacles in life to become a respectable father, friend and leader to his society. That portrait of a person is me and I am willing to put in the effort and persevere to put a more matured self  into that masterpiece. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slowly but surely, I believe this masterpiece will be drawn. The one hardest to draw being the portrait of myself in the future. Time will pass and the seasons will change. I believe the masterpiece has already and it is being painted stroke by stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-2483716297610438322?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2483716297610438322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=2483716297610438322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2483716297610438322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/2483716297610438322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-masterpiece.html' title='My Masterpiece..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-5726544939932486666</id><published>2007-02-11T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:30:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immediate action to conflict management..</title><content type='html'>I have to do certain things to quickly remedy the situation. And I have to do it today. It may seem insignificant but it could prove to be elusive once it reaches a particular point in time. I have to agree that I have an ego, but it does not mean that I have to right all the time. I think the greatest part of being an exceptional leader is that part when conflicts can be managed diigently. Many choose to move away from conflicts for the part that they do not see the purpose of pursuing a solution to the problem. On hind sight, handling conflicts creates environments where someone willing to learn can deal with them effectively in future. The leader's ability to humble himself can truely be an asset to him. I will make it an asset to myself. The lifelong plan has only just begun. I cannot wait to see the results of my efforts in future. I believe the results will show, it is only a matter of time. I believe. Press on Saffy, press on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-5726544939932486666?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5726544939932486666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=5726544939932486666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5726544939932486666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/5726544939932486666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/immediate-action-to-conflict-management.html' title='Immediate action to conflict management..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-117102953424799881</id><published>2007-02-09T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:58:54.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadet Wing Commander.. Is it really worth it?</title><content type='html'>Being a cadet wing commander can really make me pull the hair off my head at times. It can be really frustrating. Getting humiliated in front of the wing to the point that it really gets too much. I had to say something to wing, I knew it had to be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the training shed, everything seemed to look fine. As composed as I could, I revealed all the frustrations, facts and figures that the wing had to hear about their performance from the past few weeks.It was really difficult for me to say so many things, especially when I had to speak to a bunch of people who have become more than friends to me. Getting my points across was not too difficult, but holding my emotions inside was not easy. Somehow tears welled up in my eyes for I knew that I was reprimanding people; something I really hated to do. I came to a realisation that it was all too much of a cliche, too much of the same thing that I went through before and I do not want to lose any of these people as my friends anymore. That to me can be the most depressing thing that can happen to me; losing friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to earn respect from a bunch of people can be really difficult but it is ever impossible. It is something any human being can do to create change as a leader. I have never let go of the opportunity to lead, so be it difficult or not. Because it is the tough times people go through that human beings learn and grow. Giving myself this chance really set my plans straight on my path of personal growth and I will never give up this plan of mine. Being the cadet wing commander can only be described as a chance in a lifetime I will never ever forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-117102953424799881?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/117102953424799881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=117102953424799881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/117102953424799881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/117102953424799881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/cadet-wing-commander-is-it-really.html' title='Cadet Wing Commander.. Is it really worth it?'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-117062904451255958</id><published>2007-02-05T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T06:44:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day!</title><content type='html'>The past week was an eventful one considering that there were so many opportunities for me to learn so many things. The journey has just gone into its 8th week, but it seems like time is passing so fast it is moving into its  38th. I have to admit, I have been humbled on many occasions to learn beyond my capabilities by people I respect. "Great day" is coming soon and I'll keep that in mind. I would never have another chance to do 1000 sit ups in my life man. I'll keep this blog short to make sure I rmbr to keep my speeches to my wing mates as short and as brief as possible. Keep things up man.. You can do it.. Press on Saffy Press on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-117062904451255958?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/117062904451255958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=117062904451255958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/117062904451255958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/117062904451255958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-day.html' title='Great Day!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-116995240245951911</id><published>2007-01-28T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T10:46:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning.. Leading the wing</title><content type='html'>I think the week ended very well considering the fact that I did not sustain any major injuries after field camp. And guess what, I just took on the role as Cadet Wing Commander on Thursday to serve another 4 weeks being an appointment holder. Haha.. When is it going to stop at all.. Hmm, It really can be a once in a lifetime experience for me and I think I am doing it rather well already other than the small hiccups along the way. It is true how much more important human relations is when it comes to leading. Especially in an environment where you see more leaders than followers. I have been observing the way the previous Cadet Wing Commander has been carrying out  his role. True I did criticise him, but then I realise now that being in his position, I must do more than what he did to earn the trust from the wing and build its camaraderie. Every step of the way, I really conciously observe my own actions as to how I lead these people. To always know your role in the wing, to always know what you have to do to keep the wing running. I think it will be a fun ride, since the appointment will test my limits on where I am on the leadership scale. One thing I promise to myself is that I will never let them down, I will not overpromise and under deliver to the wing. I know that I am the best CWC that will ever lead Hotel Wing. Tough times don't last, Tough men do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-116995240245951911?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116995240245951911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=116995240245951911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116995240245951911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116995240245951911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-beginning-leading-wing.html' title='A new beginning.. Leading the wing'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-116928078950147379</id><published>2007-01-20T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:13:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments..</title><content type='html'>The past week has been a daunting one. One that kept me asking one hundred and one questions what my life became after I took on the role as a protector of the nationsince October last year. I think now I realise how much officers are supposed to take on huge roles and responsibilities. It is too much sometimes when they expect so much from us but then I realise my limitations and weaknesses when it those moments giving up kept knocking. Moments when your body almost shuts down on you but you are still pressing on with your mind. Moments when the weight of equipment on your shoulders take a back seat when you have to push on people weaker than you. Moments when you ask yourself why you are sacrificing your time and risking your life for something that has made you be thrown to a corner to fend for yourself. It is scary to conciously realise your reactions to people you do not like, instructors who treat you worse than dogs and people who just do not appreciate your work. But all the reactions comes as a choice and I will remember that a split second of that thought in my mind making that choice can make or break my life. Disciplined thought really create disciplined habits and disciplined habits really make an officer. I brought away alot of learning points in my previous week in OCS. I hope to see more. Good or bad I'll make the best of it. Press on Saffy, press on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-116928078950147379?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116928078950147379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=116928078950147379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116928078950147379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116928078950147379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/moments.html' title='Moments..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-116876472499041538</id><published>2007-01-14T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:52:05.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do now?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life just gets tougher even before you can expect it. Having the time away from home and not enjoying the army just gets really crazy to think about it. The past week was one of the toughest I have ever experienced. With or without an appointment, I think it is tough as it is. I hope my Mum can understand. She has been worrying ever since I was enlisted in the army for these past few months. I thk the both of my parents keep thinking about my safety and they never really thought I grew up. I really want to pass out as an officer for them as well as for myself. I hope things will go smoothly soon. All these obstacles will pass by. I just know it. The good things will come soon enough. God give me the strength. Press on Saffy, press on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-116876472499041538?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116876472499041538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=116876472499041538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116876472499041538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116876472499041538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-do-i-do-now.html' title='What do I do now?'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-116750501090681686</id><published>2006-12-31T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T02:56:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCS - The School of Hard Knocks..</title><content type='html'>2 weeks into OCS and I am feeling the pinch of training to be an officer. Training for it is no easy stint. 2 weeks in and I can sense the high expectations laid out by the commanders in OCS. I wouldn't know how to put it, but I think dogs are sometimes better cared for than Officer Cadets there. I wish there would be a better way to put things across but it just seems that way. Nonetheless, there are many experiences that I gathered, I doubt I will forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the world has changed so much from the days that my parents were living in only a mere 20 years ago. The world of the internet has brought to its people the freedom of expression and showmanship to the world in record speeds. With that there comes the threat of confidential information spilling to the outside world, letting terrrorist obtain vital information of a country's security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information above must have been but one of the many things I learnt in OCS, realising the importance of responsibility on freedom of expression on the internet. Being in OCS i must say has slowly begun to evolve my perspectives of life and my surroundings. It's a crazy world out there I suppose, but never did I realise the consequences could be so real in Singapore's context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, time away from home really made me realise how important family is to me. I was extremely happy to see them for the famliy visit earlier in the day. It seems it is only now that I do not take my family for granted. I really do love my parents. It just makes me cry thinking of them in my bunk at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 more weeks of training and I will be done. I already see myself with the black bar on my shoulder, in the commissioning parade. I believe it and I see it. Its all a matter of the mind. I know it! Press on Saffy, press on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-116750501090681686?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116750501090681686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=116750501090681686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116750501090681686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116750501090681686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/ocs-school-of-hard-knocks.html' title='OCS - The School of Hard Knocks..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-116621172613593452</id><published>2006-12-16T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T03:42:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Neong Ha Sey Oh SAFTI MI!</title><content type='html'>I just got my posting on Friday and guess wad? I am going to OCS! Sigh.. More army shit to come my way and more stuff that I dun understand that I have to do. How I wish I was just a simple civilian. I know that it may be an honour to pass out as an officer in OCS, but to sacrifice so much of that time and effort put in away from home and my loved ones, it is hard to even think of sometimes. Army life has kinda showed me the route to independence. A chance for me to live out life on my own, in its own kind of way. I guess I will just have to go with the flow for now. Time will tell whether my effort will bear its fruit. Things seem much livelier i guess, and its getting more exciting. I can feel the vibes. I dunno how to explain it, but its a cool feeling to have. I'll let time tell, I'll just let time tell.. Press on Saffy, press on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-116621172613593452?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116621172613593452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=116621172613593452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116621172613593452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116621172613593452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/neong-ha-sey-oh-safti-mi.html' title='An Neong Ha Sey Oh SAFTI MI!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-116566551197461399</id><published>2006-12-09T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:58:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekong cough..</title><content type='html'>Is it just my body or me over reacting cause i kinda miss my days in BMT. Till it came to a point I got sick. I got a cough and flu only 2 days after leaving Tekong. I don't know what this means but the feeling of being sick just sucks. Alrite! Let me be up and ready before my platoon meet up this wed for soccer. Press on Saffy, Press on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-116566551197461399?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116566551197461399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=116566551197461399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116566551197461399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116566551197461399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/tekong-cough.html' title='Tekong cough..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-116559818500514667</id><published>2006-12-09T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:16:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend's dilemma in NS..</title><content type='html'>Ever since I passed out from BMT, I'd feel a sense of satisfaction to life live to the best I can. Time has never ever been as precious as what I am experiencing now. Especially so ever since a friend of mine has been facing problems facing the reality of befriending a girl in the midst of NS. It must be a challenge for him to tell me how much little time he has to balance to take the chance to take her out for a simple dinner or even to send her home. It takes so much out of him to make a simple phone call to her for he is afraid to anger the traditional parents who curfews the daughter to calls till 11 when he knows he only has time after 10. It's madness he tells me, when he is crazy in love with her but thr is little but a sign that she likes him. Time is ticking away. He feels exasperated at the general statements many make that ALL NS GUYS ARE DESPERATELY DESPERATE FOR FEMALE ATTENTION! I don't understand this point at all, cause i never believed it to be true. I must agree that in NS, we happily talk abt girls cause it does make for good entertainment, but I never thought that it would create thoughts of desperation in us at all. WHY DOES EVERYBODY THINK THAT! I can tell he really likes this girl, but the thought of uncertainty for his near future stops him in his tracks. The question he has so long been waiting to ask is ringing in his head but he doesn't have the guts to tell it all. I don't have the answer to help him out.. Do you? DO YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-116559818500514667?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116559818500514667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=116559818500514667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116559818500514667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116559818500514667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/12/friends-dilemma-in-ns.html' title='A friend&apos;s dilemma in NS..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-116443721781540462</id><published>2006-11-25T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:46:57.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in the army..</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i blogged anything. Haha.. Seems so fun to start blogging again. BMT has been taking up my time recently, I've been giving up so much time for it. Many would say this experience is a waste of time. I'd describe the experience so far to be an enriching one in terms of building up my own character and personality. Only 2 more weeks left of what they call the "chao recruit" phase and I can move on. Many fun and interesting things happened. Met many wonderful people and many unique individuals whom I respect dearly. Many more whom I met have their ways in life I do not understand. But that is life I guess. Singing in the Army seems so comfortable when you make a fool of yourself in school all the time. Think about it, I miss TP a lot. It seems like camps in TP can never compare to what I'm experiencing in BMTC. Sometimes though, you'd feel lonely when you see your buddies talking to their female companions at when they are free. I hope the time will come when I will have my own to love and care for. In the mean time.. Press on Saffy.. Press on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-116443721781540462?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/116443721781540462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=116443721781540462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116443721781540462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/116443721781540462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-life-in-army.html' title='My life in the army..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115790375995074916</id><published>2006-09-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:55:59.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership - Vision</title><content type='html'>Leadership has a very wide spectrum of meanings. It differs from perspectives of different human beings who have been through different experiences in different vocations. For myself, I seem to have the privilege of developing this leadership character in me through unconcious effort. It was a time, about 5 years ago that I decided, my life was never to be the same again. It was a time I began to live conciously for the future. It was the actual time I had a vision of the future. I must say that this word, "vision" is indeed a very powerful word in leadership. I have begun to realise how important it is used in leading a set group of followers who may come from all walks of life. It is said that a vision, if allowed to flourish and imagined in the minds of the followers of an outstanding leader, he has the whole world in his hands. I have seen how an introduction of the vision if put across by the leader to his followers and seen through by the leader through thick and thin, can bring success in all forms possible. Imagine a leader envisioning a future where cars would be affordable to average American family when others condemn the possibility of it ever happening. Henry Ford brought on the challenge and today you see each American family owning the all American "Ford" car. A vision can do wonders not only for a leader's followers but also for yourself. Set a vision and dream for yourself and work through thick and thin following through with that promise you made for yourself. The vision you set for yourself will inspire others without you even knowing it. Your vision of the future holds a power that will move your world. I believe it did cause it did for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115790375995074916?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115790375995074916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115790375995074916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115790375995074916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115790375995074916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/09/leadership-vision.html' title='Leadership - Vision'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115583199264542804</id><published>2006-08-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:26:32.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To make a new friend, regardless of race, language or religion</title><content type='html'>It has been an interesting day. I made a new friend on the way to meeting someone. He was African. Ghanaian in fact, but this man I met was a fantastic man. He seemed helpless at the MRT station, trying to buy a ticket to get to the airport. I somehow found the need to help this man, though many eyes would indefinitely stare in disbelief for even associating myself to this man. Dark and creepy on the outside, it seemed he was very soft yet religious in his being. Got to know that he was a tourist taking a break from work for a month, leaving his family behind to view what the world has to offer. The more questions I asked, the more he felt at ease with me. An extremely friendly personality in a well built body of strength and character. It was a real issue for me, when he mentioned of the criticism and discrimination he has faced from fellow Singaporeans. Why when he pointed out, with a slash of the wrist of any human being on Earth, all and everyone of us would bleed a blood that is crimson red. A true human being full of just and fun-loving nature, he re-created thoughts and beliefs people have seemed to form on me for the past 20 years. It has been an exciting journey. Getting to know this man was an unbelievable experience. I wish him all the best of luck. His name is James. He has changed my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115583199264542804?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115583199264542804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115583199264542804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115583199264542804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115583199264542804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-make-new-friend-regardless-of-race.html' title='To make a new friend, regardless of race, language or religion'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115540330608884724</id><published>2006-08-13T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:21:46.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life has just taken a 360 turn for me today when I realised so many others are less fortunate then me.. I realised the life I have been living was a selfish and thoughtless one. For 20 years, I thought I had been in an unfortunate state with my background, when I realised there were many more that had so little in life. I seemed to have redefined... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my dreams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Grace helped a blind man to his way to the bus stop and waited till his bus came. I didn't know why but something came over me to just help him. He was struggling to make his way to the bus stop. That was the least I could do I guess. Many looked, but few expressed interest to even help. Sigh. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wonder what the world has become&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must we be judged by how successful we are in academia? Must we be liked and welcomed only if we are of the same colour? Must we allow the people around us to depict what we should do? Questions just pop up in my head when I look at the people around me. It is scary the world I live in. When I see the strong bullying the weak, the heartless controlling the sincere. It is happening all around the world and most importantly it is happening all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching into my subconcious, I have let faith chart my course. My dreams will come true, for there will be a time when I am ready, success will come my way. I love the life I'm living, because if you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much room on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life, Live it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115540330608884724?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115540330608884724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115540330608884724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115540330608884724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115540330608884724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115535279100614262</id><published>2006-08-12T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:19:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EBAY Rocks!</title><content type='html'>I recently discovered the magic of online shopping yesterday.. and it was damn fun! Bidding and buying stuff had more of the excitement than getting stuff from the shopping centre. There was more to choose from that wasn't available from the shops as well. I recently got a T-shirt for only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;$4.97!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I also bought a book I've been looking for months for $35.00. Just missed out on a Levi's 501 jeans by a mere $0.50 cents. The winner wasn't about to get lose the bid I guess. I thk it will be a dream come true for women to shop from the internet for the rest of their lives. It makes all the work so much easier for the guys. ;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH EBAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/ebay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/400/ebay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first item ever sold on eBay was Omidyar's (the founder of EBay) broken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Laser pointer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laser_pointer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laser pointer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; for $13.83. Astonished, he contacted the winning bidder and asked if he understood that the laser pointer was broken. In his responding email, the buyer explained: "I'm a collector of broken laser pointers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange!! Till next time.. Peace out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115535279100614262?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115535279100614262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115535279100614262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115535279100614262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115535279100614262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/ebay-rocks.html' title='EBAY Rocks!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115470987464453036</id><published>2006-08-05T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:44:34.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.E.A.D</title><content type='html'>I had a great meeting with the committee for the class representative camp. The bunch of them were exceptional. I could see it in their eyes that they had the drive to create. The drive to lead. My last chance to lead a young bunch of students for an event. I had to make the best out of it, not for myself but for the future of engineering students and its student leaders. It was great to see that they were all very receptive to my beliefs and ideas. I really want them to understand how leading can be something much more rewarding when self is sacrificed for others. I really want them to succeed. I really want to them to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is an exceptional ability I believe everyone should learn in the course of their lifetime. It can be one of the most rewarding yet challenging skills anyone can learn. I honestly see myself as a leader and I am proud of it. To see followers truely understand the vision and goals that you set, you give them belief that they are in safe hands. To eventually have your followers emulate your thoughts and ideas; absolutely priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my life change in the past few months in thought, words and action. Mistakes have culminated in unfortunate incidents in the past and I vowed to not repeat the same mistakes. I truely understand how integrity is such an integral to a person's character and reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integrity can be defined easily: It is the act of what you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; becoming what you&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, manifesting into what you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Something I will practise till the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dedicated to helping team L.E.A.D to success. I know they will because I visualise with the end in mind. L.E.A.D camp will be success. With my thoughts, the universe will align itself to allow the manifestation of my desires. It will be a success. Nothing less. It will be a success..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out people! Create the life you've always wanted! Believe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115470987464453036?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115470987464453036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115470987464453036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115470987464453036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115470987464453036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/lead.html' title='L.E.A.D'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115453592288231640</id><published>2006-08-03T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:28:15.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another episode of "Did you know?"</title><content type='html'>An &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day with the highlight being the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;motivational talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that I was given a chance to give in the afternoon. I liked the session because it was with a smaller crowd and I could raise the intensity of my message across to these people who were interested in what I had to say to them. I raised it a bar higher. I enjoyed myself. They enjoyed themselves. The result was fantastic. The people went home inspired. I could throw it up a notch.. but not yet.. I'm not ready yet.. There is still so much more for me to learn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 4 new business partners in the making. I have the faith that these people are confident of reaching success. I am ready to take on the challenge of leading them. It will be a matter of time I have to. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are ready to take on the route of success.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people in life are never fully satisfied with their lives simply because they do not push their limits beyond what they can imagine. Their&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is completely limited to what they feel is logical. The human mind is much more capable than many think it can do; when harnessed, it can build &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;great fortunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when used in the right manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1 percent of the population in the world own 99 percent of the world's wealth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Which percentage are you willing to be categorised under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think about it..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Till the next "Did you know?", Peace out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115453592288231640?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115453592288231640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115453592288231640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115453592288231640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115453592288231640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-episode-of-did-you-know.html' title='Another episode of &quot;Did you know?&quot;'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115445088546145044</id><published>2006-08-02T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:03:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Extended" Family and the "Annoying" one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morning till 5.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I did more for my $70. I'm still waiting for my committee to be confirmed before we all get started to get the Class rep camp happening for Engineering school. In the mean time, the occasional youtube.com will keep me awake for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing to see the dragonboat guys, only to see that the family has grown by twofold over the past week. It seems like the dragonboat team has begun its inauguration of the newly chosen freshies to our dragonboat family. Met up with Joshua, Kang Wei, Yonggie and Baba to witness the inauguration ceremony with the dreaded "fitness" test. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(I don't really understand why its called a fitness test when as dragonboaters, we're ald fitter than 2/3 the student population. Hak Loon knows that we're fit. The thing is whether we are fit enough! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/dettol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/320/dettol2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn Hak Loon.. OoopS!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kang wei and yonggie started to go on depicting characters from Bleach. Baba had to spoil it all saying he prefers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Dettol".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF! Baba just shut up will you! HAHA! i'll start calling him the "Annoying" one from now on. I'll bet he'll like the name :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8.05pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time for the guys to run their 2.4km. Baba kept on making fun of the guys for having to run the 2.4k cause his time is ald over. 2.4k is ald over so he says. At least I beat his ass to 2.4k. Damn I'll reach 30 pull ups soon.. Just you wait Baba! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them ran like they got chased down by a rhino I tell you. Some pretended to drop dead when they finished (standard operating procedure!), others panted as if they didn't breathe for a century. These bastards were fast I tell you! slowest was 11:20 minutes. I remember Baba got the slowest during our time. Oh the memories! Haha.. Kang wei ran a milestone, 9:10 minutes(Kowtow to the almighty one!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had a good talk to Sherman and Xianglin on the way to the bus stop and back home. Both have their dreams and passions to pursue in life though both may be going in different directions. Mentioned how tough it was going to be in the coming few years to them, for them to get ready for a traumatising experience to come up ahead. The world is going to turn on Singapore soon, but few realise the need for us to be prepared, emotionally, socially and psychologically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt alive again. I was grateful for the things and friends, though ridiculous and obnoxious like Dion aka Baba, I have making me human as can be. The law of nature reveals its sweetness and happiness towards you when you see life in a positive perspective. This is how I choose to live my life and how I would preach others to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appreciate the finer things in life. Never regret a single moment. Cherish it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115445088546145044?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115445088546145044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115445088546145044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115445088546145044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115445088546145044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/08/extended-family-and-annoying-one.html' title='The &quot;Extended&quot; Family and the &quot;Annoying&quot; one!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115401520972684147</id><published>2006-07-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:46:49.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath of "THE TALK"</title><content type='html'>Though it is Thursday today, I prefer to say that wednesday was a more interesting day. It was cool getting people to listen to what I had to say based on what I experienced. I must say I was very motivated myself, when I saw the amount of people willing to listen to me speak. I must have really got the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Law of Attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going for me. They were mostly a bunch of people who came in with the intention of getting tips of how to improve on exams. I'd rather give them tips on how they improve their lives. It was interesting how they responded to my questions in the talk as alot of the points that I mentioned in the talk was true. It reflected the ways many of them experienced life, from the day they were born to exact moment they were there in that LT. I knew if out of 100 of these people 20 learnt something from the talk, I think that is enough. For if 20 of these people would start to share what I mentioned in the talk, it will spread like wildfire. I gave a promise to myself that the next talk I will give, I will move them, I will make them laugh and I will make them cry. That is my goal and no one can stop me. I think a quote of the day should be sufficient enough for today. It was also something I shared with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knowing is when you know that you know nothing. That is knowledge. - Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peace out guys and live your dreams! Because I know YOU CAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115401520972684147?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115401520972684147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115401520972684147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115401520972684147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115401520972684147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/aftermath-of-talk.html' title='The Aftermath of &quot;THE TALK&quot;'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115384763770965162</id><published>2006-07-26T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:13:57.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Attraction</title><content type='html'>I became obsessed with the idea of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of Attraction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, when I came across the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the Secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Did up extensive research on the subject in the office. The applications seemed impossible but they happened to many other human beings nonetheless. The Universe is a strange but fair in its treatment to creatures and beings that exist in its system. The universe will return you in its material form any thought that you harbour. Everything that you can think of, you will receive. Energy attracts like energy. Simple as that. It's difficult to explain. You would not even believe it unless you let yourself believe in the universal &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;law of attraction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes around the belief that you can obtain whatever you desire just by asking what you want with a burning desire and delibrate intent, where the material form of your desire will be passed to you through opportunity, chance or luck for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I myself experienced a few days ago can relate to this law of attraction. Actually I knew I was running out of cash soon, so I decided to ask myself how I could top up my bank account in any way possible. I asked with all my might, thinking of the time I had $800.00 in my bank account. It seems by chance, that the night I reached home one night, I found a letter from Mendaki that I received an award for $800.00. I was shellshocked. I realised I used the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of Attraction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to bring me the desire in its material form. I have begun to use this knowledge ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may laugh at the idea, but try it at least once. Just ask for whatever you want, in whatever area of your life, be it in relationships, love, money or career. Ask and desire it enough and let the Universe return the desire to you in its material form. Your thoughts will lead you to inspiring actions that will lead you to anything you want! Believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115384763770965162?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115384763770965162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115384763770965162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115384763770965162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115384763770965162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/law-of-attraction.html' title='The Law of Attraction'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115375342704793223</id><published>2006-07-24T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:03:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging with the teachers.. SERIOUSLY!!</title><content type='html'>Woke up in the morning expecting the unexpected. Today was the day I was supposed to take out some teachers to some of my favourite hangouts and I was going to be paid for it! What a job! At least when I got there, it wasn't like what I expected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you were younger, you'd always have the perception that teachers were boring people. Well I was so wrong. I must say teachers may be the most interesting people I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to hang out at some of the places I always go to, Tampines and Mind cafe. They were always ready to hear out what I had to say about my life, my goals and my dreams. Patient people I might add, but they are a passionate bunch nonetheless. People who are very passionate in their dreams to mould the generation of the future. One I met shared her difficulties getting students who come from difficult backgrounds to excel. Others shared their mishaps in school.  Most loved their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Iffa, the MALAY TEACHER! Cool! She shared with me some stories about some of the primary school students whe teaches. Kids these days are really more than what you bargain for! She's a great talker! Leslie too! Never looked his age.. He says he's 37.. I thought he was 27.&lt;br /&gt;Come on people stop making me guess your age's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having teacher friends are cool! But other than that, they give you the insight to the minds of the children and youth of Singapore. They are really our future of our nation. I just hope, they can bring so much more to contribute the world of tomorrow.. The tomorrow looks bleak.. But let's live today to the fullest possible.. Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115375342704793223?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115375342704793223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115375342704793223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115375342704793223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115375342704793223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/hanging-with-teachers-seriously.html' title='Hanging with the teachers.. SERIOUSLY!!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115365947386609720</id><published>2006-07-23T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:00:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey See Monkey Do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAD PACKED SATURDAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great Saturday yesterday, earned a bit of money and caught a movie that was truely awesome. I'd certainly recommend it to anyone.. hmm.. If you can grab the DVD! Its called &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Secret. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Catch it if you can! Had a great time with some of my ex-poly buddies to celebrate another poly buddy's birthday. Food was good. Company was.. so so I guess.. Read blogs before I went to sleep, had a great chat with Sandy. She's cool. But abit too emo for me.. hehe..Had to wake up really early the next day as Sunday awaits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUNDAY MORNING AFTERSHOCK&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sunday morning.. Oh my gosh I was late for my meeting with the rest of the bunch from the YEC! Got up when Hock Chuan called me.. Grabbed my stuff after my shower and left. Thought I made it just in time to meet them. Oh no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAD START...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day! I got to the wrong place, wrong time, wrong cab driver.. But at least I still got to my intended destination after that. Heck lah! Things will get better soon! And I guess it did. Made a bunch of new friends with the YEC peeps and really enjoyed the time myself alot doing something I really love to do.. being a station master..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saw monkeys around the area and I must say they are realli cute. Took some pictures of them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Woah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I must say they have big "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dongs dongs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" for creatures like dat. Hairy animals...Funny animals... Reminds me of a monkey I know called Chan Chin Teck.. Almost similar traits.. Everything the same.. Only bigger in size, no tail and lesser hair. Anyway, I'm talking about my best friend.hehe.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I really envy monkeys. They can climb trees, they can run, they can hang on trees with their tails and when they fight, their whole troop join in damn it! Look at our army, OMG! Some can't run, some can't even hang on the monkey bar for nuts, give them a bazooka and they can't shoot an elephant and for goodness sakes, when war breaks out, our men will suffer from this particular disease called Piss-in-my-pants syndrome! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love monkeys.&lt;/span&gt; Cos they look much handsomer than the people I love to hate! These people.. I doubt they're decendants of monkeys.. More decendants to cows. I call them &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bull-sh*t&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAMS..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey see monkey do. A common cliche we can associate to most people around us. Why be everyone else when you can be a somebody?! I choose to be different.. I choose to dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dreams so big that they will blow you away when you achieve them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dream and keep on dreaming, for what you want so badly will be what you get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....Your wish is the Universe's command!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tune in to a new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Did You Know?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;segment coming soon to a blog near you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115365947386609720?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115365947386609720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115365947386609720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115365947386609720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115365947386609720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/monkey-see-monkey-do.html' title='Monkey See Monkey Do!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115350107272864967</id><published>2006-07-22T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:15:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogo-hunting and the meeting of silence</title><content type='html'>Today was the day when I would realise my blog is the smallest, most insignificant blog on the entire planet! Surprisingly while surfing the net, searching for what it seems was to be my "task" for the day, I came upon a blog which had an entry on Kuala Lumpur. It was just the site I was looking for I guess until I saw that it was written by none other than XIA XUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Xia Xue?! But then, since the topic did relate to something I wanted to get info about, so wad the heck, just read it anyway. Guess what! Xiaxue was amusing through and through. I never realised she was such a fascinating read in her blog. From getting herself cheated by a taxi driver to getting molested in Petaling street, the truth was laid for all to see. Blogo-hunting is fun man! You never know what you're in for. Anyway Xiaxue is kind of cute. Haha.. but nah.. Already got targets in sight!! Haha.. Soon I had to rush off for prayers. Rushed back for what I thought would be an interesting meeting. Boy i was sooOOO WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a meeting with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"chosen ones"(lecturers)&lt;/span&gt; to decide the roles they were going to take for the upcoming orientation. What can I say. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"chosen ones"&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"too wise"&lt;/span&gt; to raise their views. Sometimes, you could even hear a pin drop. Occasionally, you'd hear a cricket in the background. That was how quiet the meeting atmosphere was. I thought I was in a funeral procession rather than a meeting. OMG! Luckily, there were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"earthlings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(students)&lt;/span&gt; my age at the meeting.. What a relieve! I 'd call the meeting, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"meeting where silence is golden"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wad the heck, I got to see someone and this time, I managed to notice her.. I really love her smile; always makes my day :) So that someone if you're reading this blog, I noticed you yah! :P Piwen was extremely &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;KAYPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lah. Ask me how much my pay lah, why my desk so empty lah, this and that lah. I think she deserves nothing less than some chilli padi to shut her mouth. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt great today! 2 new acquantainces turned potential business partners. Truely brilliant! To live the live of my dreams tomorrow, I will help those who need the opportunity to shine today!&lt;br /&gt;I will shine today and tomorrow and for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out world! Sahfahri is coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day!:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the dogs will bark, but the caravan will still move!&lt;/strong&gt; - Joseph Birchmark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You will only understand the phrase if you're meant to, if you understand the phrase above, do drop me a tag and share your dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You live the life you wish to lead! Peace out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115350107272864967?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115350107272864967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115350107272864967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115350107272864967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115350107272864967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogo-hunting-and-meeting-of-silence.html' title='Blogo-hunting and the meeting of silence'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115341062239062664</id><published>2006-07-20T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:50:22.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol? You sure or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/sgidol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/320/sgidol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG! Would you believe that people like that would actually let their faces be shown on National TV when half the the top 12 can't even differentiate between an A note and an F note or whatever it is they use in music lah! I did not have a choice but to hear these totally mindless young punks "sing" their way to "idolhood" in the bus on the way to Bugis. Please note, I DID NOT HAVE A CHOICE! THESE PEOPLE CAN'T SING FOR NUTS! It was a torturing for 20 minutes at least.. Trust me! Seems like only Nurul Maideen may top the voting charts. I doubt anyone else deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you Know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/watermelon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/400/watermelon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Idol should be called Singapore Shameless from now on..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MY IDOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; damn it! Please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TV Mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Spare my ears!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A RIDDLE for you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;highlight below the questions for the answer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do you call young, good for nothing and shameless wannabes on stage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The final 11 of the Singapore "idol" contestants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TAke care people and so long.. Good bye Singapore Idol.. hello Singapore Shameless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115341062239062664?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115341062239062664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115341062239062664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115341062239062664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115341062239062664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapore-idol-you-sure-or-not.html' title='Singapore Idol? You sure or not?'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115332558364085833</id><published>2006-07-20T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:13:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and hating it..</title><content type='html'>Been a long while since I was sick and the feeling really sucks big time! I never realised my health took a turn for the worse when I was feeling so good only a few days ago. Must be something I ate. Alrite, at least I feel better already. Thanks to a few people who always make my day. Just want to keep things short this time. Maybe next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115332558364085833?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115332558364085833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115332558364085833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115332558364085833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115332558364085833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick-and-hating-it.html' title='Sick and hating it..'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115306743641548761</id><published>2006-07-17T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:33:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minds Cafe - Cafe for your mind!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/400/mind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time today at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Prinsep street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a nice chill out session with Elene, Ah Huay, Glenn and Teck. We were playing this game called &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm the Boss"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the cafe till we went a bit overboard; people started to want us to lower our volume! I finally proved myself worthy winning $57 million, beating Glenn by a mere $3 million. Haha! YessSSSAAAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;Mind cafe has always been a great haunt ever since I dropped by it only a mere 6 months ago. Been a regular customer since and been loving every opportunity I get to go there and play some of my favourite board games. Hey people, go to &lt;a href="http://www.themindcafe.com.sg/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MIND CAFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to really have fun with friends. No where else comes close! Here anyway here's a quote of the day that would clearly relate to luck; something I had little of playing some of the games there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Luck is where preparation meets opportunity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's all for today!! Tune in tomorrow for a some FRESH content!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115306743641548761?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115306743641548761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115306743641548761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115306743641548761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115306743641548761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/minds-cafe-cafe-for-your-mind.html' title='Minds Cafe - Cafe for your mind!!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115298204859060167</id><published>2006-07-16T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:03:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service for?</title><content type='html'>Had a great chat with one of my poly buddies who is in the Army right now. Glad&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/army.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/400/army.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to hear that, though he may be having some trouble with his health, he's having fun all at the same time. To make the long story short, I doubt BMT will be any different for myself. But you wonder, why you even go to the length of serving for National Service. Sigh.. The next "Did you know?" got me to ask that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did You Know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Armed Forces (SAF) has never fought in a war before! Not such a big surprise huh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well that's it for today's "Did you know?" Peace out!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115298204859060167?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115298204859060167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115298204859060167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115298204859060167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115298204859060167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/national-service-for.html' title='National Service for?'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115289936958380162</id><published>2006-07-15T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:10:16.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh tarik - The Singapore Sling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.00am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work as usual... ZZZZZZ...(drools on table...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.00pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to help out for the Engineering Annual Awards ceremony today. Wow, the spread for the buffet was rather overwhelming. Chicken, fish, fried wanton and all you can eat fried noodles. Literally all you can eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to Tampines. Damn, it was cool to talk to the cheerleading captain! She happened to be in the same bus and we chatted for a while. Realised she was having her attachment in the travel agency around Chinatown. What a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on my way home when Chin Teck called me up to go for some supper. Finally, something to look forward to. Had a good chat over some great teh tarik. Which just leads me to my next "Did you know?" that might surprise you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/200/tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/teh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/teh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tea: a common commodity in the modern world we live in, exist in many different forms. Camomile tea, English Breakfast tea and Green tea being examples. But did you know that all teas are made of the exact same tea leaf? Processes to the tea leaves differentiate to bring you the uniqueness of the different teas available. Today, tea is the second most consumed beverage in the world after &lt;a title="Water" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;. Bet you never knew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's it for today's "Did you know?". Tune in next time for a topic about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SEX!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;((yah right!))&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115289936958380162?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115289936958380162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115289936958380162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115289936958380162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115289936958380162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/teh-tarik-singapore-sling.html' title='Teh tarik - The Singapore Sling!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24916649.post-115280315982195488</id><published>2006-07-13T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:03:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Funniest Joke - Singapore style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The day was not as eventful as I would have hoped it to be. What the heck. Suddenly I remembered some kick ass jokes that I told some of the guys recently. Hmm... Wonder what the world's funniest joke may be? Yup.. That's what we're gonna find out: The world's funniest joke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did You Know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through the internet today and I found a very interesting research study. Guess what, it was a study to determine the WORLD'S FUNNIEST JOKE! The joke was as below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one o&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/gun.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f them falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing, his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps to the operator: "My friend is dead! What can I do?" The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: "Just take it easy. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead." There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy's voice comes back on the line. He says: "OK, now what?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hilarious? It was more like.. WAD THE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I happened to drop by another webby featuring local jokes.. Have a taste of Singaporean humour people. The next one will leave you rolling on the floor.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: Any characters in the joke are not representative of any person living or dead. Except maybe some ppl I know lah..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Damn Cock Fairy Tale..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/fairytale.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/2592/1600/sex.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a king who had a very beautiful daughter. As he was very fond of his daughter and he didn't want her to leave him, he made an impossible offer to his kingdom's men. He announced that whoever has two d**ks would be eligible to marry his daughter. The invitation spread far and wide. Unfortunately, none had his request and the king was secretly pleased.&lt;br /&gt;In another part of the kingdom, there were 2 woodcutter brothers, &lt;strong&gt;Binbin &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; Baba&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;One day, they chanced upon a very big tree and decided to chop it down for money.&lt;br /&gt;As they were about to chop it down with their sharp axes, a voice cried out, "STOP! Please don't hurt me ! " The brothers were scared shitless when suddenly an apparition appeared from out of the tree. He told them that he was the genie of the tree and if they would to spare him, he would grant them one wish each.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the king's offer of his daughter as bride, the brothers each wished for a second prick. The genie said "Your wish is granted. Now... what you have wished for will fall down from the sky. You must catch it promptly with your hands and attach it to where you want it to be !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Binbin&lt;/strong&gt; was the first one to receive his wish. As the d**k was falling down from the sky, he swiftly caught it with his hands and attached it right next to where his own d**k is.&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;strong&gt;Baba&lt;/strong&gt; was the clumsy one. As his second d**k was hurling down , he missed and it landed right on his forehead !!!&lt;br /&gt;Binbin, being the cool one, told &lt;strong&gt;Baba&lt;/strong&gt; that it was alright and they should proceed to the palace to seek the princess's hand in marriage. After all, the king did say 2 d**ks. &lt;strong&gt;Baba,&lt;/strong&gt; not wanting to expose what he had on his forehead, took a long piece of cloth and wound it round his head like a turban to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;They reached the palace 2 days later.The king was summoned and he asked &lt;strong&gt;Binbin&lt;/strong&gt; to show him his 2 d**ks. &lt;strong&gt;Binbin&lt;/strong&gt; took off his pants and proudly showed it off to him. The king sighed in dismay and resignation and also called on Baba to show him his 2 d**ks.&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, &lt;strong&gt;Baba&lt;/strong&gt; took off his pants and unwound his turban to reveal what's on his forehead. The king then yelled in disgust,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;"NI NA B EH ! YOU THIS TYPE OF LAN CHEOW BIN WANT TO MARRY MY DAUGHTER AH ???!!!???? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so the term "Lan Cheow Bin" was coined.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SEX ALWAYS WORKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For more, check out &lt;a href="http://www.asianjoke.com/singapore.htm"&gt;Asianjokes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tune in next time to "Did you know?" Peace out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24916649-115280315982195488?l=mypaddleshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/feeds/115280315982195488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24916649&amp;postID=115280315982195488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115280315982195488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24916649/posts/default/115280315982195488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaddleshop.blogspot.com/2006/07/worlds-funniest-joke-singapore-style.html' title='The World&apos;s Funniest Joke - Singapore style!'/><author><name>Saf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04190037753277606026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
