<?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-3821728784609398227</id><updated>2012-02-08T00:21:28.802+01:00</updated><category term='To Hunny'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Germany IA'/><category term='Germany Exchange'/><title type='text'>Irreplaceable</title><subtitle type='html'>Zollin, the one and only name I know of in SG</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-264901350273802020</id><published>2010-06-09T12:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:45:38.725+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Hunny'/><title type='text'>Need you now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Picture perfect memories,&lt;br /&gt;Scattered all around the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it any more.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call  but I lost all control and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk,&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I need you now.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-264901350273802020?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/264901350273802020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=264901350273802020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/264901350273802020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/264901350273802020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/need-you-now.html' title='Need you now'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-589459030502104150</id><published>2010-05-29T22:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:04:10.340+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Hunny'/><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>I never knew I do love a person so much, miss them so much.... n want a hug so much.&lt;br /&gt;Dear I love you~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-589459030502104150?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/589459030502104150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=589459030502104150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/589459030502104150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/589459030502104150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2515352664459949376</id><published>2010-05-24T18:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:19:25.497+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Hunny'/><title type='text'>Das Beste - Dedicated to my Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ich habe einen Schatz gefunden&lt;br /&gt;und er trägt deinen Namen&lt;br /&gt;so wunderschön und wertvoll,&lt;br /&gt;von keinem Geld der Welt zu bezahlen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du schläfst neben mir ein,&lt;br /&gt;ich könnt' dich die ganze Nacht betrachten&lt;br /&gt;Seh'n wie du schläfst, hör'n wie du atmest,&lt;br /&gt;bis wir am morgen erwachen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du hast es wieder einmal geschafft,&lt;br /&gt;mir den Atem zu rauben&lt;br /&gt;Wenn du neben mir liegst,&lt;br /&gt;dann kann ich es kaum glauben,&lt;br /&gt;dass jemand wie ich, sowas Schönes wie dich, verdient hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist&lt;br /&gt;es tut so gut wie du mich liebst Liedertexte&lt;br /&gt;Vergess' den Rest der Welt,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du bei mir bist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist&lt;br /&gt;es tut so gut wie du mich liebst&lt;br /&gt;ich sag's dir viel zu selten,&lt;br /&gt;es ist schön, dass es dich gibt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Dein Lachen macht süchtig,&lt;br /&gt;fast so als wär' es nicht von dieser Erde&lt;br /&gt;auch wenn deine Nähe Gift wär',&lt;br /&gt;ich würd bei dir sein,&lt;br /&gt;solange bis ich sterbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dein Verlassen würde Welten zerstör'n,&lt;br /&gt;doch daran will ich nicht denken&lt;br /&gt;Viel zu schön ist es mit dir,&lt;br /&gt;wenn wir uns gegenseitig Liebe schenken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betank mich mit Kraft&lt;br /&gt;Nimm mir Zweifel von den Augen Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Erzähl' mir 1.000 Lügen, ich würd' sie dir alle glauben&lt;br /&gt;Doch ein Zweifel bleibt,&lt;br /&gt;dass ich, jemand wie dich, verdient hab'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist&lt;br /&gt;es tut so gut wie du mich liebst&lt;br /&gt;Vergess' den Rest der Welt,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du bei mir bist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist&lt;br /&gt;es tut so gut wie du mich liebst&lt;br /&gt;ich sag's dir viel zu selten, Silbermond&lt;br /&gt;es ist schön, dass es dich gibt'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Wenn sich mein Leben überschlägt,&lt;br /&gt;bist du die Ruhe und die Zuflucht&lt;br /&gt;Weil alles was du mir gibst,&lt;br /&gt;einfach so unenendlich gut tut&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich rastlos bin, bist du die Reise ohne Ende&lt;br /&gt;deshalb lege ich meine kleine, große Welt in deine schützenden Hände&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist&lt;br /&gt;es tut so gut wie du mich liebst&lt;br /&gt;Ich sag's dir viel zu selten,&lt;br /&gt;es ist schön, dass es dich gibt'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich sag's dir viel zu selten, es ist schön, dass es dich gibt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2515352664459949376?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2515352664459949376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2515352664459949376' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>In our lives, we are always looking for the special someone take we  can  care for, and show our love to. For me, I have found my special someone  to share my life with after multiple times of searching, dates and  tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be able to love her forever, tho i'm really bad at making her happy after she gets pissed.... not a good thing... lol. Nevertheless, I hope she will be happy for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mon cheri~ Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0QPvNBvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OvksE8eALec/s1600/IMG00031-20100315-1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0QPvNBvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OvksE8eALec/s320/IMG00031-20100315-1935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456309139754780402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0HixxO-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/jzvVr5clz_o/s1600/IMG00037-20100318-2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0HixxO-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/jzvVr5clz_o/s320/IMG00037-20100318-2220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456308990246992866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0sgSJUSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_9lqBRJ3Uwo/s1600/DSC08770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0sgSJUSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_9lqBRJ3Uwo/s320/DSC08770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456309625232642338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0djxoexI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WoOofcaAREA/s1600/DSCF3191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0djxoexI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WoOofcaAREA/s320/DSCF3191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456309368471976722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0QPvNBvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OvksE8eALec/s1600/IMG00031-20100315-1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0HixxO-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/jzvVr5clz_o/s1600/IMG00037-20100318-2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2881100018092214415?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2881100018092214415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2881100018092214415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2881100018092214415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2881100018092214415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/special.html' title='Special'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/S7i0QPvNBvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OvksE8eALec/s72-c/IMG00031-20100315-1935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4439128847014347116</id><published>2010-02-11T16:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:34:30.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Und wenn ein Lied</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Xavier Naidoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Und wenn ein Lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;und wenn ein lied meine lippen verlässt,&lt;br /&gt;dann nur damit du liebe empfängst.&lt;br /&gt;durch die nacht und das dichteste geäst&lt;br /&gt;damit du keine ängste mehr kennst&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sag ein kleines stückchen wahrheit&lt;br /&gt;sieh wie die wüste lebt&lt;br /&gt;schaff ein kleines bisschen klarheit&lt;br /&gt;und schau wie sich der schleier hebt&lt;br /&gt;eine wüste aus beton und asphalt&lt;br /&gt;doch sie lebt und öffnet einen spalt&lt;br /&gt;der dir neues zeigt&lt;br /&gt;zeigt das altes weicht&lt;br /&gt;auch wenn dein schmerz bis an&lt;br /&gt;den himmel reicht&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;und wenn ein lied, meine lippen verlässt,&lt;br /&gt;dann nur damit du liebe empfängst&lt;br /&gt;durch die nacht und das dichteste geäst&lt;br /&gt;damit du keine ängste mehr kennst&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dieses lied ist nur für dich&lt;br /&gt;schön, wenn es dir gefällt&lt;br /&gt;denn es kam so über mich&lt;br /&gt;wie die nacht über die welt&lt;br /&gt;schlanke faust der dunkelheit&lt;br /&gt;bin ich zum ersten schlag bereit&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ich bin der erste der dich befreit&lt;br /&gt;und einer der letzten der um dich weint&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;in unserer sanduhr fällt das letzte korn&lt;br /&gt;ich hab gewonnen und hab ebenso verlorn&lt;br /&gt;jedoch missen möcht ich nichts&lt;br /&gt;alles bleibt unser gedanklicher besitz&lt;br /&gt;und eine bleibende erinnerung&lt;br /&gt;zwischen tag und nacht legt sich die dämmerung&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="position: fixed;"&gt;&lt;div id="new_selection_block0.6349541795947877" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://lyricstranslate.com/" target="_blank" title="Lyrics Translate"&gt;http://lyricstranslate.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4439128847014347116?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4439128847014347116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4439128847014347116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4439128847014347116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4439128847014347116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/und-wenn-ein-lied.html' title='Und wenn ein Lied'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-1011618668373047625</id><published>2009-11-10T17:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:55:31.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedobear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nwitha.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/pedobear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 750px; height: 600px;" src="http://nwitha.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/pedobear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Zollin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Zollin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-1011618668373047625?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1011618668373047625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=1011618668373047625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1011618668373047625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1011618668373047625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/pedobear.html' title='Pedobear!'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4489560648201699552</id><published>2009-10-28T14:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:40:15.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly Furtado - Más Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelly Furtado - Más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Creo que esta vez&lt;br /&gt;Va ser como la otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Tu ya olvidaste todo lo que paso ayer&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que esta vez  no sea igual que ayer&lt;br /&gt;Vivo pensando en lo que quiero decirte&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;de tu boca y de las ciertas cosas que te pido&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero pedir más&lt;br /&gt;De tu corazón más&lt;br /&gt;De tu emoción más&lt;br /&gt;Y de tu cuerpo más, yo te daré lo que me das&lt;br /&gt;De tu hablas más, deja todo atrás mi amor de ti yo quiero más, más, más. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pierdes tu tiempo, día tras día&lt;br /&gt;Sin apreciar el amor que te ofrecía&lt;br /&gt;No quiero perder más&lt;br /&gt;Todo mi tiempo, a lado de alguien que no quiere entenderlo&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero la verdad, de tu boca y de las ciertas cosas que te pido&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero pedir más, de tu corazón más&lt;br /&gt;De tu emoción más, y de tu cuerpo mas&lt;br /&gt;Yo te daré lo que me das, de tu hablas más&lt;br /&gt;Deja todo atrás mi amor, de ti yo quiero más, más, más.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No quiero estar a tu espera&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar a tu esperacion&lt;br /&gt;Pero siempre a tu espera mi amor&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar a tu espera&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar a tu esperacion&lt;br /&gt;Pero siempre a tu espera mi amor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Más..&lt;br /&gt;De tu corazón más, de tu emoción más&lt;br /&gt;Y de tu cuerpo más, yo te daré lo que me das&lt;br /&gt;De tu hablas más, deja todo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Quiero amor en total sí en final&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Más..&lt;br /&gt;De tu corazón más, de tu emoción más&lt;br /&gt;Y de tu cuerpo más, yo te daré lo que me das&lt;br /&gt;De tu hablas más, deja todo atrás mi amor&lt;br /&gt;De ti yo quiero más, más, más&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quiero amor en total(no quiero estar a tu espera x2)&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti más(no quiero estar a tu espera..mi amor)&lt;br /&gt;Quiero amor en total(no quiero estar a tu espera x3..mi amor)&lt;br /&gt;Quiero más, más, más(no quiero estar a tu espera x2)&lt;br /&gt;Damelo más de ti amor(no quiero estar a tu espera..mi amor)&lt;br /&gt;Quiero más de ti amor(no quiero estar a tu espera x3.mi amor)&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar a tu espera amor(no quiero estar a tu espera x2)&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar siempre a tu espera amor(no quiero estar a tu espera..mi amor)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaah yeah yeah yeah yeah(no quiero estar a tu espera x3..mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Más, más, más&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4489560648201699552?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4489560648201699552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4489560648201699552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4489560648201699552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4489560648201699552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/nelly-furtado-mas.html' title='Nelly Furtado - Más Lyrics'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-7703430125214606034</id><published>2009-10-25T09:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:23:53.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Current song favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alors on danse - Stromae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Alors on d... (X3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui dit étude dit travail,&lt;br /&gt;Qui dit taf te dit les thunes,&lt;br /&gt;Qui dit argent dit dépenses,&lt;br /&gt;Qui dit crédit dit créance,&lt;br /&gt;Qui dit dette te dit huissier,&lt;br /&gt;Oui dit assis dans la merde.&lt;br /&gt;Qui dit Amour dit les gosses,&lt;br /&gt;Dit toujours et dit divorce.&lt;br /&gt;Qui dit proches te dis deuils car les problèmes ne viennent pas seul.&lt;br /&gt;Qui dit crise te dis monde dit famine dit tiers- monde.&lt;br /&gt;Qui dit fatigue dit réveille encore sourd de la veille,&lt;br /&gt;Alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes.&lt;br /&gt;Alors on danse... (X9)&lt;br /&gt;Et la tu t'dis que c'est fini car pire que ça ce serait la mort.&lt;br /&gt;Qu'en tu crois enfin que tu t'en sors quand y en a plus et ben y en a encore!&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy dis problème les problèmes ou bien la musique.&lt;br /&gt;Ca t'prends les trips ca te prends la tête et puis tu prie pour que ça s'arrête.&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est ton corps c'est pas le ciel alors tu t'bouche plus les oreilles.&lt;br /&gt;Et là tu cries encore plus fort et ca persiste...&lt;br /&gt;Alors on chante&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,&lt;br /&gt;Alors on chante&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors on chante (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Et puis seulement quand c'est fini, alors on danse.&lt;br /&gt;Alors on danse (x7)&lt;br /&gt;Et ben y en a encore (X5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:12;" id="slly"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Manos al Aire - Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú, que pierdes el control&lt;br /&gt;hablando en alta voz&lt;br /&gt;Hieres mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Yo, tratando de escuchar&lt;br /&gt;No me puedo explicar&lt;br /&gt;Qué extraña sensación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú no me quieres entender&lt;br /&gt;Y me mandas a callar diciéndome&lt;br /&gt;No me debo sorprender&lt;br /&gt;Porque así es la realidad&lt;br /&gt;De nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo&lt;br /&gt;No tengo armas para enfrentarte&lt;br /&gt;Pongo mis manos, manos al aire&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me importa amarte&lt;br /&gt;En cuerpo y alma como era ayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú que perdiste el control&lt;br /&gt;Te dejaste llevar&lt;br /&gt;Por la inseguridad&lt;br /&gt;Yo que te he visto crecer&lt;br /&gt;Me puedo imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Que todo cambiará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy aunque todo siga igual&lt;br /&gt;Y me mandes a callar diciéndome&lt;br /&gt;Que tienes que dominar&lt;br /&gt;O será el final&lt;br /&gt;Y yo no puedo así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo&lt;br /&gt;No tengo armas para enfrentarte&lt;br /&gt;Pongo mis manos, manos al aire&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me importa amarte&lt;br /&gt;En cuerpo y alma como era ayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-7703430125214606034?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7703430125214606034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=7703430125214606034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7703430125214606034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7703430125214606034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/current-song-favorites.html' title='Current song favorites'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-7308746130181259933</id><published>2009-10-03T16:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:03:35.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSION</title><content type='html'>In search of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-7308746130181259933?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7308746130181259933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=7308746130181259933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7308746130181259933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7308746130181259933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/passion.html' title='PASSION'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-943414812214962985</id><published>2009-09-13T11:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:19:52.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ARE YOU SUFFERING FROM FEELINGS?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;What Are Feelings?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are a tender emotional state that develop when a male becomes fixated on a single female to the exclusion of others. Even others with bigger boobs. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Warning Signs  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  When you’re around one particular chick, you experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Pounding Heart&lt;br /&gt;•Dry Mouth&lt;br /&gt;•Nausea&lt;br /&gt;•Inability to speak&lt;br /&gt;•Sweating &lt;br /&gt;•Desire to say flattering things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If undiagnosed, these warning signs can quickly develop into the full blown disease…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Warm fluttery feelings in stomach&lt;br /&gt;•Lightheadedness&lt;br /&gt;•An unexplained urge to watch Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;•Sudden increase in cuddling occurrences &lt;br /&gt;•Brunch cravings&lt;br /&gt;•Explosive monogamy&lt;br /&gt;•Happiness &lt;br /&gt;•Failure to notice other hot women &lt;br /&gt;•Crosswording &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmission   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Though correlation remains scientifically inconclusive, studies indicate “hand holding” may play a role in spreading Feelings from one person to another. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; At this time the only treatment for Feelings is a multi-week course in Other Women. If symptoms persist, repeat course at a higher dosage. NOTE: This treatment can result in harmful side-effects such as rash, infection, and in some cases, pregnancy. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paid for by the Barney Stinson Foundation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  “Together we can end Feelings”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excerpt from Barney's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-943414812214962985?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/943414812214962985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=943414812214962985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/943414812214962985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/943414812214962985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3096409525381458252</id><published>2009-09-07T12:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:51:51.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe in Singapore</title><content type='html'>You can't sit in a cafe for 2 hours in singapore and order just 1 drink, do some readings and not think that the staff are lookin at you, thinking that 'what is this guy doing here for 2 hrs with just 1 cup of drink', especially when it approaches meal times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3096409525381458252?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3096409525381458252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3096409525381458252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3096409525381458252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3096409525381458252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/cafe-in-singapore.html' title='Cafe in Singapore'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-9115062982684309396</id><published>2009-09-03T17:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:35:24.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>I fucked up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-9115062982684309396?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9115062982684309396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=9115062982684309396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9115062982684309396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9115062982684309396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8680428840397133975</id><published>2009-08-27T08:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:34:12.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>My Germany dream has ended, I have to admit it. Now its more like.... i'm lying on the bed, refusing to wake up, hoping to go back to sleep and continue the dream. But its just so hard... I lie on the bed... and just cant go back to sleep again, the dream will never continue the way I left off.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up now, start a new day and leave my dream behind. Some say we might have the same dream again but this dream I had, will never occur again. It will nevertheless always stay as memories.&lt;br /&gt;Even as now as I try to find the feeling that I had before, it never will be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;This shall mark the end of my yet still living, dreamy overseas life. It was something that I will not find again in the future and this is what makes it so beautiful and it shall stay that way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8680428840397133975?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8680428840397133975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8680428840397133975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8680428840397133975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8680428840397133975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-7403988432748921898</id><published>2009-08-16T12:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:17:32.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day back in SG</title><content type='html'>I went to Ikea today, a little disappointed that I couldn't find my pillow that I left back in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went down to cold storage, well.. some items I just couldn't find... Everything's just so different. Guess I need more time to get used to the life back in Sg again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-7403988432748921898?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7403988432748921898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=7403988432748921898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7403988432748921898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7403988432748921898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/3rd-day-back-in-sg.html' title='3rd day back in SG'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3037886255066041401</id><published>2009-08-14T19:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:01:30.435+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Back from Germany</title><content type='html'>On the way back from Germany, on the flight out of stuttgart to London, I cried. I can't believe it myself but yes I did. Its just so sudden, everything's going to change again in my life. Going back to a place so familiar yet so foreign. My heart ached, it hurt; a sudden wave of sadness. I'm not going to see my room, Stuttgart and the beautiful weather again, not at least in the new future. Feels like I lost a part of me. Went to the Long Beach Restaurant to eat after I touched down, didn't have a good appetite, the food tastes normal to me.... weird that I don't have any cravings. Its strange listening to singaporean english all around me again. On the way home, all I can say is.. it doesn't really feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;My room felt weird... so was my toilet... seeing my shower foam that wasn't touched since the day I left. I'll continue this if I have the mood to write more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3037886255066041401?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3037886255066041401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3037886255066041401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3037886255066041401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3037886255066041401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-germany.html' title='Back from Germany'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8132146528087865306</id><published>2009-07-05T14:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:00:19.445+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany Exchange'/><title type='text'>Hilfe! Mein Deutsch geht schlechter!</title><content type='html'>Heute hab ich mit meinen Kollegen getroffen und ja... hab ich realiziert, dass mein Deutsch schlechter ist. Sie haben so viel Deutsch geredet und ich kann nur einige mal mit ihnen etwas sprechen. Sabine hat das gemerkt, dass ich nicht so viel reden kann. Aber es war schön, wenn wir zusammen treffen können. Die letzte mal bevor ich zurück fahren, vielleicht, aber nicht sicher. Sie sind nette Leute und ich bin glücklich, dass ich sie kennen. Jetzt hab ich ebenso schwerigkeit etwas hier zu schreiben, argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8132146528087865306?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8132146528087865306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8132146528087865306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8132146528087865306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8132146528087865306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/hilfe-mein-deutsch-geht-schlechter.html' title='Hilfe! Mein Deutsch geht schlechter!'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4321589987358028312</id><published>2009-06-28T10:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:36:43.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I had the same dream twice in a row last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4321589987358028312?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4321589987358028312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4321589987358028312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4321589987358028312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4321589987358028312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6154338950273767516</id><published>2009-06-27T23:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:17:47.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New holiday for myself</title><content type='html'>I have officially added "Desperation Day" to my calendar as my personal holidy. This happens to fall on February 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6154338950273767516?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6154338950273767516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6154338950273767516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6154338950273767516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6154338950273767516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-holiday-for-myself.html' title='New holiday for myself'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-5349275670847672539</id><published>2009-06-14T19:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:06:51.906+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany Exchange'/><title type='text'>Ted</title><content type='html'>Damn... I definitely AM Ted Mosby, so gonna end up like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-5349275670847672539?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5349275670847672539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=5349275670847672539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/5349275670847672539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/5349275670847672539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/ted.html' title='Ted'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2753909517684136658</id><published>2009-06-12T21:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:50:09.085+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany Exchange'/><title type='text'>Through the eyes of a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet innocent child, with your open eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you´ve seen us foul,&lt;br /&gt;we really are&lt;br /&gt;And I know that we will be tomorrow to their&lt;br /&gt;how can held this glory day?&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that this world will embrace you from magic stars and mystery.&lt;br /&gt;My open heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we make it so hard, this life is so complicated &lt;br /&gt;until we see it through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Why did we make it so hard, this life is so complicated&lt;br /&gt;until we see it through the eyes of a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you, I´ve seen your face before you brought me to this open door afraid to walk through &lt;br /&gt;Please take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I know that they'll be tomorrow to their&lt;br /&gt;how can held this glory day?&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that this world will embrace you from magic stars and mystery.&lt;br /&gt;My open heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we make it so hard, this life is so complicated &lt;br /&gt;until we see it through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Why did we make it so hard, this life is so complicated&lt;br /&gt;until we see it through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is complicated, its unavoidable, inevitable... i'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2753909517684136658?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2753909517684136658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2753909517684136658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2753909517684136658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2753909517684136658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/through-eyes-of-child.html' title='Through the eyes of a child'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-9194101914378659705</id><published>2009-06-10T11:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:45:23.117+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany Exchange'/><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>There are always so many unanswered questions that we have to continue guessing the answers ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish I could read minds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-9194101914378659705?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9194101914378659705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=9194101914378659705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9194101914378659705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9194101914378659705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3917689091757639399</id><published>2009-06-08T10:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:52:56.166+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany Exchange'/><title type='text'>Back from Italy</title><content type='html'>Things will never be the same again. Well... overall it was a gd trip i guess. R/s are definitely improving but well...then again I have no idea how long it will last; it was once damaged but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to thank Marcela and her sister for making this a fun trip otherwise I guess it will turn out... not so good I guess. With the people personality combination of this trip,  its well... you know it... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are particularly 2 of them which I would like to talk about. In a group mechanics of a conversation, I believe there is a level of communication where everyone (or most people) is comfortable with. However, I observed that these 2, one likes to bring the level up and the other likes to put other people down. It is as simple as changing the tone of one's voice or just by selection of words, using questions or by statements, that changes the level of conversation. Both are equally irritating (personal opinion). I suppose its a question of either self or people awareness or simply just EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusions of him are both negative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3917689091757639399?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3917689091757639399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3917689091757639399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3917689091757639399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3917689091757639399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-italy.html' title='Back from Italy'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3946061889941206542</id><published>2009-05-24T00:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:42:16.975+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany Exchange'/><title type='text'>Wkend 24.05.09</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Well... I kinda thought that this wkend would be a quiet one but it turned out to be not so quiet after all. I did wanted to take some time off by myself, mugging and well.. spend some alone time, lol, (reminiscing the days when I was alone). Most of my wkends were either spent travelling or well going somewhere else out of my room. Frankly speaking, I think I lost quite some socialising skills after being alone for 8 mths. (For the memory, I was in Prague, Vienna and Bratislava within the last 3 weeks).&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty tiring socialising with people, I can't even think of much to say even for superficial interaction, then again I would think others will feel weird if there weren't any conversation going on when people are together. Everyday we ask the same thing, we see each other almost every other day and we ask almost every other day, 'how are you', 'hows your lessons'. Seriously, its getting redundant. Then again if you don't ask, relations get cold. We are all trying to maintain that slight warmth between each other. It just gets tiring doing the same thing over and over again. Oh well, pointless discussion, I'm not sure what I'm getting at.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Zic told me something today, kinda weird though coz we chatted over WOW, seriously, we weren't even using msn; he was instanc-ing and I was questing and I died coz I was typing to him. It was really funny though coz I was busy with what I was doing and had problems understanding what he was saying. Then again, I think he xplained things pretty badly coz he was instanc-ing, lol no offence. I'm not sure if I should feel happy about what he told me. He was actually using inference to get to his conclusion. Eh, Zic ah, I'm sure there are more people that you n suet chien know in common right? Is it really just me? Paiseh, I just think that its kinda too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I just wrote&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3946061889941206542?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3946061889941206542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3946061889941206542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3946061889941206542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3946061889941206542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/wkend-240509.html' title='Wkend 24.05.09'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2417093654340846128</id><published>2009-04-26T00:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:03:09.298+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany Exchange'/><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>There are certain things in life where u know its a mistake but you dont really know its a mistake coz the only way to really know its a mistake, is to make the mistake then look back and say 'yea thats a mistake'. So realli, the bigger mistake would be not to make the mistake otherwise u go thru your whole life not really knowing if that was a mistake or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, some mistakes are not meant to be made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2417093654340846128?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2417093654340846128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2417093654340846128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2417093654340846128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2417093654340846128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2037661073118520560</id><published>2009-04-13T19:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:02:06.519+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany Exchange'/><title type='text'>2 Months in uni stuttgart</title><content type='html'>And so it seems that I have nothing interesting to blog about since I came here 2 months ago on the 1st of march. There are quite a few complicated issues here but somehow I haven't got an issue of my own yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No feel to write anything more.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps spending too much time alone really makes a person feel less?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2037661073118520560?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2037661073118520560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2037661073118520560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2037661073118520560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2037661073118520560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-months-in-uni-stuttgart.html' title='2 Months in uni stuttgart'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2859698220076641823</id><published>2009-02-25T20:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:55:05.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>End of Internship</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of my internship (although it officially ends on the last day of April). Oh, there was a small farewell party with cakes and stuff but sadly I couldn't stay for it coz I had to go down to Uni Stuttgart to collect some stuff, my colleagues are really nice people. Anyway it really feels kinda different from the normal working days. Somehow everything feels more... well.. i might say peaceful, nothing to worry about... dont really know how to describe it... its just different.  Perhaps its just leaving the place, while on the bus, I think I will really miss the bus ride when I looked at the scenery outside. It is really nice, with the broad landscape and well.. its pretty scenic, bus ride which goes thru a small town. I think I will miss the quietness of that place.&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Uni Stuttgart (Vaihingen) today, somehow I just feel that there is something different. The people are different, atmosphere and landscape, like I'm in another world. Somehow I feel more at home in the small town I'm living in currently but unfortunately I have to move to the hostel near Uni Stuttgart.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Ludwigsburg and its surrounding areas. Never really liked cities ya noe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2859698220076641823?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2859698220076641823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2859698220076641823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2859698220076641823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2859698220076641823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-internship.html' title='End of Internship'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4213184982324942229</id><published>2009-02-12T22:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:00:49.495+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Snow, as beautiful as they are, are always accompanied by dark skies.&lt;br /&gt;Should we be happy coz its snowing? or depressed coz the skies are gloomy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4213184982324942229?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4213184982324942229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4213184982324942229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4213184982324942229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4213184982324942229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8866176916268259912</id><published>2009-02-09T20:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:22:32.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>About DOTA</title><content type='html'>As most people will know, DOTA is a warcraft 3 game where tons of people are playing every moment, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;Zic once said that playing DOTA is wasting our lifes hence he quit playing that a long time ago. However for some of us, we still continue playing... for me its more like playing with my frens in sg, something like a get together session.&lt;br /&gt;There are also time when I do play by myself, like J wong does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help it but write about the people who plays it. Actually from the game itself, while playing it, you can see all kinds of people. Most of the time it just shows you how ugly people can get. The dark side of people that they normally dont. Especially in team work. Everyone has a nice face, looks like they are accomodating you while doing something together face to face, but behind that mask of theirs, you never know what they think.&lt;br /&gt;In DOTA, you get to see what is BEHIND that mask of theirs. What they are actually doing in a team work thingy. They express their thoughts openly, vulgarities and stuff, curses your whole family, expressing their dissent in ALL KINDS Of WAYS possible in game; and some keep the negative thoughts to themselves and accept that others are like that. This is coz we dont get to see the face behind that player's name. Btw I do it mostly the 2nd way. I'm a nice guy ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are selfish people, who only thinks about farming items for themselves, doesn't care if the team dies or not, in another words try to get the most credit by getting the 'MOST' kills - says others are noobs if they keep dying - thats coz you arn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also people who are indian chiefs, they are very obvious, you must play their playstyle, different heroes must have this certain playstyle, get this certain item, otherwise you don't know what you are doing = noob.  By the way, i hate this kind of people most. They arn't accomodating and also they are not really newbie tolerant. I mean everyone has to start somewhere, why not give others a chance to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes the one who can only win, in the context of the game - can kill others but cannot be killed -&gt; otherwise leave game. There are real sore losers. Typical human behaviour that we can really observe, they spoil the whole thing. It like doing a project in a group, the guy just doesn't get it, gives up n throws the rest of the shit to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really think any more behaviours right now, a little shag, but definitely you can see alot more types of people while playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;Most people, especially not playing with friends, only think about themselves, THIS IS HUMAN NATURE. yea its a cruel fact of life.  I cannot deny that I'm not, I am a human myself.&lt;br /&gt;It hard to get any teamwork going on a normal game with others. Its hard to find those who can see the end goal of the game than short term rewards like kills.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if you always think about someone else before you do something, it might be a nice thing to do but does the other person consider you before doing something as well? Who cares about you if you have nothing to their advantage?&lt;br /&gt;It constantly reminds me of the dark side of human nature. People in the society, working next to you or whoever can be that fake. You just do not see it in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, humans will kill themselves to the brink of extinction but its definitely wouldn't happen in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, if anyone can think of anymore examples, feel free to drop a comment, i'll add them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I guess I have too much time spent on thinking. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8866176916268259912?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8866176916268259912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8866176916268259912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8866176916268259912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8866176916268259912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-dota.html' title='About DOTA'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-5245074704897394775</id><published>2009-01-26T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:37:41.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My complaint about NUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Although I have no criticism of NUS's hastily mounted campaigns, I have a few observations and comments to share. Before I launch into my main topic, I want to make a few matters crystal-clear: (1) People should soothe each other's pain, not exploit it, and (2) as a result of that, NUS holds itself to low standards. Now that you know where I stand on those issues, I can safely say that NUS says that the world is crying out to labor beneath its firm but benevolent heel. What it means by this, of course, is that it wants free reign to reward those who knowingly or unknowingly play along with its animadversions while punishing those who oppose them. Nothing appears more plausible at first sight, nor more ill-founded and violent upon closer inspection, than NUS's disquisitions, so to speak. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the past, it was perfectly clear to everyone with insight and without malice that it is a grave injustice for NUS to subvert existing lines of power and information. Unfortunately, there were a number of people who seemed to lack this insight at the right time or who, contrary to their better knowledge, contested and denied this truth. At this point in the letter, I'd like to categorize for you some of NUS's epigrams. Unfortunately, they're far too stinking and subversive to fit neatly into any single, overarching framework, so the best I can do is to convey the message that if we let NUS reduce human beings and many other living organisms to engineered products and mere cogs in the social machine, then greed, corruption, and fascism will characterize the government. Oppressive measures will be directed against citizens. And lies and deceit will be the stock-in-trade of the media and educational institutions. You've never heard NUS announce that it plans to capitalize on our needs and vulnerabilities? Well, NUS has repeatedly enunciated such a plan but in its typically convoluted way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm sorry if I've gotten a little off track here, but I want to thank NUS for its apothegms. They give me an excellent opportunity to illustrate just how venom-spouting NUS can be. I don't just want to make a point. I don't just want to refute NUS's arguments line by line and claim by claim. I'm here to give an alternate solution, a better one. I don't just ask rhetorical questions; I have answers. That's why I'm telling you that we are at a crossroads. One road leads into the light of a bright, shining future in which footling morons like NUS are utterly absent. The other road leads into the darkness of elitism. The question, therefore, is: Who's driving the bus? To rephrase that question, what exactly is the principle that rationalizes NUS's immature roorbacks? The answer is not obvious because it would be wrong to imply that NUS is involved in some kind of conspiracy to panic irrationally and overreact completely. It would be wrong because its modes of thought are far beyond the conspiracy stage. Not only that, but it thinks that it can make me crawl under a rock and die if it can fleece us. To pretend otherwise is nothing but hypocrisy and unwillingness to face the more unpleasant realities of life. In conclusion, let me just say that nothing offends NUS more than the truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Courtesy of http://www.pakin.org/complaint from Mr. Zhongxian Chen&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/3821728784609398227-5245074704897394775?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5245074704897394775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=5245074704897394775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/5245074704897394775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/5245074704897394775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-complaint-about-nus.html' title='My complaint about NUS'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-9060137851178527113</id><published>2009-01-01T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:59:17.045+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>New year at Salzburg</title><content type='html'>All I can say is, its a damn beautiful place. Great scenery, not touristy and not very heavily populated. If you wanna spend your honeymoon here, its highly recommended by me. =P. Then again, the hotels are rather expensive. 100+ euros for 1 nite for 2 person during new year season though. Oh yea for pics please refer to my facebook, I cant be bothered to upload pics for 2 sites, its rather troublesome, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway me and zic tried to be adventurous and booked accomodations for the first night. Then we found this rather cheap and cool hostel to stay at; and decided to stay here for the 2nd night and hotel for the 3rd night. Hence after getting a place for the 2nd nite we went back to the tourist info center and asked them to book a hotel for us only for the 3rd nite; oh yea.. never ever book hotels for 1 night only, most would be rather expensive or will require a minimum of 2 nights. Yea, we only ended up with an option which was 500 euros for the last nite, LOL. Then we went back to the hostel, luckily we managed to get ourselves the same place for the last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerts in salzburg were pretty good, considering that they are the city of music you know. Had a damn high class dinner at the castle on top of the hill - Hohensalzburg. The ticket consists of the cog ride up, dinner + concert for 33 euros(students only), rather affordable.  Night scenery was gorgeous, a pity that it was ZIC who was with me, damn anti climax - 2 guys... zzz, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year's eve night they had this concert and zic finally had balls to drink alcohol(gluehwein) that nite coz he was freezing lol. It was a rather normal celebrations by europeans I guess, concerts + tents selling food and drinks, fireworks at night with the chime of the bells of the Dom.&lt;br /&gt;It was this night that was particularly amusing. At 330 am while me and zic were fast asleep, some germans came in and woke both of us up, lol. They keep saying 'aegnom' ( I cant find the exact spelling of it but it sounds like this, its supposed to be a bayerish dialect, not sure). This means sleeping/asleep. Abit high on alcohol but well.. no threat, just some frenly disturbance, haha. Zic didn't take it too well... he could not get back to sleep but woke up at 4 am took out his laptop and worked in the lounge. lol, HE woke me up at 730 am; I was DAMN SURPRISED. OMG ZIC WOKE ME up, yea... he couldn't get to sleep thats why, lol. He was a little pissed with the germans though but I found them to be a fun bunch of people, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway half the time  in salzburg was spent chilling around especially in the lounge of the youth hostel, pretty nice - www.jfgh.at&lt;br /&gt;Its very near the city center also, around 10 mins walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion - You guys should visit there if there's chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-9060137851178527113?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9060137851178527113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=9060137851178527113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9060137851178527113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9060137851178527113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-at-salzburg.html' title='New year at Salzburg'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6626483561052898581</id><published>2008-12-27T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:42:47.329+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Ski trip to Laax Ending</title><content type='html'>Anyway, this ski trip came to a happy ending despite all the crap that happened prior to it. All thanks to Winnie, Suet Chian and Joanna who decided to take my slot and of course HELPED ZIC A WHOLE LOT. As we all know, zic will NEVER ask the korean guy / gal for any money in any case. Personally I think Zic owes them a treat, LOL. Ok joking, but after saying this, zic will nevertheless feel guilty and treat them irregardless =P. During the whole trip, well... everyone can see there are clear lines drawn between groups which was rather amusing. Initially there were basically 3 groups - The Adrian grp of ABCs, the zhenru + friend grp and the rest of us. It became clear during the christmas dinner where all of us, damn bo bian, have to sit together and have dinner. I dunoe what was wrong with the adrian grp and zhenru grp when they ordered a bottle; then when the bill came, they MUST split the cost of the bottle and paid individually. Why cant they just 1 person pay for the bottle first then the rest just pay the guy back, weird people - gave so much trouble to the waiter. Although we did pay individually for our own meals but splitting the cost of a bottle? seriously... we all had our own dish which was easy to calculate... but them... sigh... weird ppl. Other than this event, I hardly saw the other 2 groups, maximal avoidance, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion - great trip all thanks to me and haoming who took a room by ourselves, LOL and of course zic has the 3 gals to thank - how bout a strip tease by zic the hunk? =p=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6626483561052898581?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6626483561052898581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6626483561052898581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6626483561052898581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6626483561052898581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/ski-trip-to-laax-ending.html' title='Ski trip to Laax Ending'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-29951074283240392</id><published>2008-12-15T19:21:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:18:12.267+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Pre Ski trip to Laax</title><content type='html'>Hi, Zic has been pyscho-ing me to blog about the pre Ski trip planning coz to me its damn fucked up. All due to the narrow minded, ungenerous sonsofbitches planner and his grp of friends.&lt;br /&gt;The following is a direct quote from facebook events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please not that the following paragraphs are pretty.... well... written under a very agitated condition. Since everytime I talk about it, I get quite pissed. Please forgive me if it is too explicit for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Chan (New South Wales) wrote&lt;br /&gt;at 10:48am on November 19th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;OK Everyone, we'll needa pay in full for the accommodation one month before arrival. So I'll need everyone's money like today or tomorrow transferred my account or given to me before I pay with my credit card. I'll send you guys my IBAN number via the Facebook email. Details are updated. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is the start of the event with Adrian Chan as the main organiser of the trip. Yea and zic paid for me first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zollin Ng wrote&lt;br /&gt;at 11:37pm on November 25th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I have another friend who is also interested.. but no worries he will share my slot with me. One of us will not be slping on the bed thats all. Lift tix we will do smthing else about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zic and I had some miscommunications, they ended up not knowing that my friend was tagging along. So I told them as above. I mean isn't it good that we have 1 more guy, who doesn't take your bed but we all pay less for the trip overall? I mean we do understand that one of us has to sleep on the floor or something and pay for the xtra stuff that we do not have like lift tickets and breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Yeo (New South Wales) wrote&lt;br /&gt;at 7:54pm on December 8th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;ok so i have another person who wants to come along. since payments etc have all been sorted, i propose that extra people who wants to come along pay same amount minus lift pass fees. (248) then we can use to 211 to buy drinks, dinners, etc :D ofcourse u don't get a bed etc but it's already been closed off, so hard luck. think this is fairer cos everyone kidda suffers etc if ppl decide to join later etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And here comes this asshole out of nowhere, supposedly Adrian's fuck buddy who supports him. Seriously, "HARD LUCK"?? knn.. u can go fuck yourself. And use the rest to treat everyone? How bout you treat yourself to your own dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Chan (New South Wales) wrote&lt;br /&gt;at 12:19pm on December 9th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I agree with james, its a bit unfair for those who agreed to come later to pay less because they do take up extra space in the room and it'll take longer for everyone to get ready in the morning etc. But if everyone agrees then that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Great, the original organiser, reasons to pay - take up xtra space and take longer for everyone to get ready?? Dude, get real. Not like we are asking you to wait for us. What kind of holy mother of fuck reason is that. AND NO I DO NOT AGREE WITH THAT. Dude, no one's gonna take your bed space. Btw there are 8 of us and 2 rooms, so 4 each room. I mean you can fuck urself in your own room with your fuck buddies. How I share my bed is not ur problem. I'm pretty sure the other 2 gals will be willing to pay less for the other room that we share and definitely more accomodating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zollin Ng wrote&lt;br /&gt;at 7:57am on December 10th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;No, he didn't decide to join later, there were some miscommunications between me and zic thats why nobody noes he was going in the first place. And no, there's no reason to pay the same price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And so here comes my resolution. NO, I DONT FUCKING PAY for those shitted up reasons. I wrote that short coz firstly I didn't want zic to be sandwiched pretty bad in between and ZIC KEEP ASKING ME TO APOLOGISE. Dude, its not I do not want to do it but apologise FOR FUCK, just to make things happier for everyone?? When those 2 assholes arn't accomodating?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I dont do this kind of thing. Btw, I almost wanted to fuck them in the facebook messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zic Chen wrote&lt;br /&gt;at 3:16pm on December 10th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;zol, i think your fren might be paying more if he shares the cost because he'll have to pay an additional fee for the ski pass and lift pass. Could u invite him to the facebook event too? It'll be easier for discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And here is zic doing the mitigation, apparently its not really that effective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zollin Ng wrote&lt;br /&gt;at 6:50pm on December 10th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;eh anyway sorry about the miscomm, as zic said.. we'll juz pay for the lift tix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yea, I threw it this line to give zic face. See, I so nice. Oh yea, zic told me that Adrian said, after looking at my previous message, ' Why is your friend being such an asshole, if he wans to be an asshole, I can be one too". Ok, I assume he's quite mad, but seriously, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, AND IF I DO, U'LL BE THE FIRST ONE I GIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Chan (Australia) wrote&lt;br /&gt;at 12:00am on December 11th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO AGREE WITH JAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GREAT, now comes the third orgy buddy with Adrian gang. WHAT THE FUCK MAN, whats with the caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, one night I suddenly thought of a solution. Coz zic told me before that there was this gal who wanted to join also but DO NOT mind paying the full sum ( friend of james yeo). Either she's fking rich or something wrong with her. So I though of giving my slot to her and me and my friend get another room. In the end it turned out she declined my offer coz she said she wont be there for the full five days - and you are willing to pay full!? SIAO, PERIOD. Either that or James expected her to pay full, I do not know. If its so, wouldn't he be like quite fked up also, friend leh dude, pay full? You gotta be kidding me. As I said, she declined my offer, luckily some annoymous korean guy came out of nowhere and took my slot. I was damn happy, at least I don't have to see their chee bye faces so often and don't have to give them face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw me n adrian had some bad blood before, maybe its just me. Coz the last time they planned to go venice, I wanted to go also. Then 3 weeks before, I keep asking zic to ask them, 'eh got plans not, i need to book flights n stuff or train'. Wah lau then KNN PUA CHEEBYE they last 2nd day before the trip den tell zic who told me, 'eh the hostels book liao'. I was like... FUCK YOU ALL LA, last minute how you expect me to find any cheap transport to go. Their response to that was ' oh we assume you take train straight down more convenient' so they happily fuck care about how i got there. In the end I just didn't go. Adrian had to cancel one slot for accoms.&lt;br /&gt;From then on, Adrian's half an asshole to me, sorry I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea one last thing, to the 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;You all can stuff ur dick and balls up your asses so that the next time you all shit, you shit all over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very very unfriendly guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-29951074283240392?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/29951074283240392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=29951074283240392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/29951074283240392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/29951074283240392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/pre-ski-trip-to-laax.html' title='Pre Ski trip to Laax'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6176647948253232470</id><published>2008-12-08T22:18:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:48:09.619+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>A blog</title><content type='html'>Heute hab ich kein Laune irgendwas zu schreiben aber schreibe ich immer noch etwas.&lt;br /&gt;Kein Geld, kein Schnee und nix zu tun. Mein Deutsch ist noch schlecht. Warum so? Ich hab keine Ahnung. Deutsch, der ich hier geschrieben hab, ist aber noch ganz einfach. &lt;br /&gt;Bist du la femme, dass ich cherche? Lol, der vorherige satz ist ganz komisch, aber na ja. Gluecklichweise, kennen die meisten Leute, die mein Blog anschauen, wenig Deutsch.&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann schliesslich nicht viel schreiben. Scheiss drauf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6176647948253232470?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6176647948253232470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6176647948253232470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6176647948253232470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6176647948253232470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog.html' title='A blog'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4113622858630437299</id><published>2008-11-25T00:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:27:47.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>沧 海 一 声 笑</title><content type='html'>沧 海 一 声 笑    滔 滔 两 岸 潮&lt;br /&gt;浮 沉 随 浪    只 记 今 朝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;苍 天 笑    纷 纷 世 上 潮&lt;br /&gt;谁 负 谁 胜 出    天 知 晓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;江 山 笑    烟 雨 遥&lt;br /&gt;涛 浪 汹 尽    红 尘 俗 世 几 多 娇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;清 风 笑    竟 惹 寂 寥&lt;br /&gt;豪 情 还 剩 了 一 襟 晚 照&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;苍 生 笑    不 再 寂 寥&lt;br /&gt;豪 情 仍 在 痴 痴 笑 笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;试问我们这个世界&lt;br /&gt;又有多少人能够笑傲呢?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4113622858630437299?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4113622858630437299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4113622858630437299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4113622858630437299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4113622858630437299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='沧 海 一 声 笑'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3801290904503798879</id><published>2008-11-23T22:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:44:13.627+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>I remember when xiuqing told me that it will be snowing, she was very excited about it. So was my colleague Sabine. At those moments, I just 'loled' it off. I never understood what was there to be excited about. Somehow there is something beautiful about it that I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to know about it last nite, when I saw it snowing 4am in the morning. There was this nice feeling to know that it wasn't raindrops that fell but snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;On this very night, I could feel the serenity of white all around. When the dark skies of rain were not there to make you feel depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cheer for the snow--the drifting snow;&lt;br /&gt;  Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow;&lt;br /&gt;    The creature of thought scarce likes to tread&lt;br /&gt;      On the delicate carpet so richly spread.&lt;br /&gt;        With feathery wreaths the forest is bound,&lt;br /&gt;          And the hills are with glittering diadems crown'd:&lt;br /&gt;            'Tis the fairest scene we can have below.&lt;br /&gt;              Sing, welcome, then, to the drifting snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3801290904503798879?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3801290904503798879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3801290904503798879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3801290904503798879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3801290904503798879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2463740704045079567</id><published>2008-10-26T21:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:17:07.443+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>La Jeune Martyre - The Young Martyr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SQTP7gMeWNI/AAAAAAAAASI/KG2QvDQAjBQ/s1600-h/DSCF2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SQTP7gMeWNI/AAAAAAAAASI/KG2QvDQAjBQ/s320/DSCF2084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261558885837068498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the paintings that I liked when I visited the Louvre. Painting is done by a guy called Paul Delaroche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Delaroche was a French painter and sculptor. He became famous for his depictions of historical scenes. The first painting that brought him to fame was his rendition of The Death of Queen Elizabeth which was the first of a series of history paintings designed to show parallels between events in English history and contemporary conflicts in France. Most often these particular works showed women and children in gothic distress as can be admired in paintings such as The Princes in the Tower and The Young Martyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Young Martyr was completed in 1855, the year before his death. The paintingis a depiction of the death of a young female Christian Martyr in the 3rd Century A.D during the reign of the Roman Emperor Dioletian. This painting is sometimes referred to as the Christian Ophelia because of its resemblance to Shakespeare’s character Ophelia in Hamlet. The similarities lie in the assumption that both characters drowned. One difference is that Ophelia took her own life while The Young Martyr had her life taken from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting, although undoubtedly beautiful is also disturbing. It is disturbing not only for its subject matter, but because there is something so life-like about the girl despite the obvious fact that she is dead. When looking at the painting, it feels as if she has only just died. The feeling evoked is so strong; one almost feels that if only one could have been present a few seconds previously one might have been able to prevent her death. There is a dark figure in the upper left hand corner that appears to be a man on a horse riding away. Presumably, he is the instrument of The Young Martyr’s untimely demise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2463740704045079567?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2463740704045079567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2463740704045079567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2463740704045079567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2463740704045079567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-jeune-martyre-young-martyr.html' title='La Jeune Martyre - The Young Martyr'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SQTP7gMeWNI/AAAAAAAAASI/KG2QvDQAjBQ/s72-c/DSCF2084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2084601890793532006</id><published>2008-10-25T23:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:16:40.068+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Another boring weekend</title><content type='html'>I just wanna post this to remind myself of certain shows that i like watching and I watched this through tudou.com. Apparently its well... ok speed for my side in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;There's this Stephen Chow show which I like:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大话西游之月光宝盒 (first part)&lt;br /&gt;大话西游之仙履奇缘 (second part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a romantic comedy adventure thingy. I think its pretty well made. Its a 1994 show by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I haven't posted any pictures on my weekend to Paris, Zurich and Konstanz coz well.. firstly I'm lazy to post and I didn't realli have any strong feelings attached to them.. basically.. unless I'm damn bored otherwise I have no mood to blog them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2084601890793532006?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2084601890793532006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2084601890793532006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2084601890793532006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2084601890793532006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-boring-weekend.html' title='Another boring weekend'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-9057693347569961927</id><published>2008-10-20T21:34:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:53:20.138+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Munich Day 2; 28.09.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZIC MISTAKES MOISTURIZER FOR SHOWER FOAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this happened in the morning. Our room was for 2 actually, but 3 of us went to breakfast, they din realli check also -&gt; high lvl of trust in Germany I must say. So zic felt abit paiseh but i didn't mind splitting the cost of his share of breakfast if they ask, most imptly is everyone is happy with breakfast. Anyway he got back to the room first and took a shower. When I got back he was done already. So there he opened the door and:&lt;br /&gt;Zic:"Zol, can I use ur shower foam?"&lt;br /&gt;Zo:*huh.. I dun rmb bringing shower foam* "huh wad shower foam?"&lt;br /&gt;Zic:"There this blue bottle" *says while drying the bottle wif the towerl*&lt;br /&gt;Zo:*Looks at the bottle tryin to recognize it, abit stunned*&lt;br /&gt;Zic:"Never mind, I USE LIAO"*zic says wif the jiao voice*&lt;br /&gt;Zo:"Uh thats the moisturizer"&lt;br /&gt;Win!&lt;br /&gt;Zic:"WTF!, there's the word 'body' and 'lotion' on it. No wonder it feels so WEIRD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBER LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough for joke, in the afternoon we went to visit the bmw museum. If you guys want some good pics about the structure, go look for zic. I was kinda bored there ya noe, I'm not really that fascinated by cars and the engine ya noe. I didn't even have the money to buy one in the first place, no point for me to be fascinated. The rest were kinda well... while zic was just there for the architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SPzf41I631I/AAAAAAAAARo/uRVHyhLu7cw/s1600-h/DSCF1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SPzf41I631I/AAAAAAAAARo/uRVHyhLu7cw/s320/DSCF1979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259324632292056914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SPzgUW2hFrI/AAAAAAAAARw/Fyt4h5Y7hGo/s1600-h/DSCF1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SPzgUW2hFrI/AAAAAAAAARw/Fyt4h5Y7hGo/s320/DSCF1983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325105198143154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SPzgrJq6X-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/1faLbBnq3-Y/s1600-h/DSCF1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SPzgrJq6X-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/1faLbBnq3-Y/s320/DSCF1984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259325496796798946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SPzhJQGo4II/AAAAAAAAASA/qYQ18zi5VVw/s1600-h/DSCF1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SPzhJQGo4II/AAAAAAAAASA/qYQ18zi5VVw/s320/DSCF1985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259326013919780994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is zic trying to make himself more shuai, poser. Yea anyway me and him were sitting outside while cheryl checks out the museum beside us. We were enjoying the al fresco with a cup of hot chocolate each. Feels GREAT, you will never get this type of chilling session in SG. Its cooling and sunny, totally luv it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-9057693347569961927?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9057693347569961927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=9057693347569961927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9057693347569961927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9057693347569961927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/munich-day-2-280908.html' title='Munich Day 2; 28.09.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SPzf41I631I/AAAAAAAAARo/uRVHyhLu7cw/s72-c/DSCF1979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-1081803313370804294</id><published>2008-09-29T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:27:50.853+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Munich Day 1; 27.09.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Octoberfest (ZIC DIES AFTER 1 BEER, story at the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shots of the beer tents&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I didn't really enjoy it that much coz firstly we didn't enter the tent for some beer drinking and merry making. Next we were just walking around this huge fest which is just a larger version of what I have seen before so it got kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ7XKVVshI/AAAAAAAAAQc/iuhaE-JC2os/s1600-h/DSCF1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ7XKVVshI/AAAAAAAAAQc/iuhaE-JC2os/s320/DSCF1945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251895753308484114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ4Xx4TJjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yKzDPoPUNcE/s1600-h/DSCF1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ4Xx4TJjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yKzDPoPUNcE/s320/DSCF1940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251892465389217330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ6U9Z8V0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/dtUxUSc5Id8/s1600-h/DSCF1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ6U9Z8V0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/dtUxUSc5Id8/s320/DSCF1943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251894615966766914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ70VWwYOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-lOfBsPZc6U/s1600-h/DSCF1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ70VWwYOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-lOfBsPZc6U/s320/DSCF1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251896254483423458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octoberfest is also a carnival, which did not occur to me. I've always thought of it to be just beer tents all over the place. The rides are not cheap btw. Most rides cost between 3 to 4 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ8bP_6VfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1IOVeU59gkg/s1600-h/DSCF1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ8bP_6VfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1IOVeU59gkg/s320/DSCF1954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251896923060327922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent view on top of this ride, forgot what you call it; it juz kinda swings u round and round. Zic was sitting beside me, the people in front are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Oktoberfest tour which we didn't get into the beer tents to drink, we all decided to just find a restaurant and order some dinner and drink at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;There we were and each of us ordered an octoberfest beer which I have no idea what is the difference between that and the normal house pour. Zic as usual fell into peer pressure and somehow got 1 glass by himself.&lt;br /&gt;Willy:"Ok, Zic. I want to see you finish the whole glass(0.5l)  by yourself and I wont ask you to drink anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Zollin looks at Zic:"Puss".&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of the meal, zic sort of forces himself to finish the whole glass. He had this 'I'm having a hard time drinking' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we decide to go to the Allianz Arena. Halfway thru the journey on the train,&lt;br /&gt;Zic:"I have to go out, I dont feel good".&lt;br /&gt;Zo:"Do you feel like puking?"&lt;br /&gt;Zic:"YES".&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't puke.(*cough**cough*act dead*cough**cough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went out and zic dies at the seat of the train station. As what you would see zic in singapore when he gets tired, he will just sleep anywhere available. The same look after that night when we(me, sean, zx, zic) went MOS then to Cine to watch a movie and zic puked in the toilet while zx and sean were ordering pastamania for supper while waiting for the movie timing.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we got a hotel room instead of sleeping in a clusterfk way(ok bad description, cant think of any other) like the others in a hostel area. Otherwise zic will just die the next day. Thing is, he didn't puke like the last time, so it means that this time wasn't as bad. Me zic n cheryl ended up not going to the Arena but definitely... ZIC - JOKES LA; 1 BEER NIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-1081803313370804294?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1081803313370804294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=1081803313370804294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1081803313370804294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1081803313370804294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/munich-day-1-270908.html' title='Munich Day 1; 27.09.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOJ7XKVVshI/AAAAAAAAAQc/iuhaE-JC2os/s72-c/DSCF1945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-7326275985136560474</id><published>2008-09-24T22:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:27:30.276+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Mannheim Schlossfest 20.09.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOE_nCyUAGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YShocwO95Qo/s1600-h/DSCF1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOE_nCyUAGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YShocwO95Qo/s320/DSCF1909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251548580486053986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful sunset out from Cheryl's window which spoiled while I was there, somehow it didn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOE_OfFxmrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/H_yWTxgfy2I/s1600-h/Mannheim+Schloss+Panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOE_OfFxmrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/H_yWTxgfy2I/s320/Mannheim+Schloss+Panorama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251548158587148978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Castle where Mannheim University is. The fest wasn't as big as I though to be but there were drinks and music which were quite enough to satisfy me. I didn't really take alot of pics&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOFBBou-2oI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zeFc12I5gRI/s1600-h/DSCF1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOFBBou-2oI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zeFc12I5gRI/s320/DSCF1921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251550136860859010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good live band which I think is performed by the students. I wish NUS had more activities like that, in any case, I doubt anyone will go. There was actually this castle ballroom where people are free to dance and photo taking is prohibited but nevertheless, cheryl couldn't resist and got them anyway. They didn't really play salsa music but still I invited cheryl for a dance, lol. "Hi, welcome to the male dominated activity" yea, she didn't really like that idea. In conclusion, I think good music and ambience is what makes me feel that a fest is enjoyable and this has got both of them! Once again, I must say that there are some things that cant be captured by camera, at least this time there was someone to enjoy the fest with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-7326275985136560474?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7326275985136560474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=7326275985136560474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7326275985136560474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7326275985136560474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/mannheim-schlossfest-200908.html' title='Mannheim Schlossfest 20.09.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOE_nCyUAGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YShocwO95Qo/s72-c/DSCF1909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-7842807447851771397</id><published>2008-09-17T20:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:00:39.174+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>17.08.08</title><content type='html'>I realise most of the germans park their cars head in. I wonder if this style has got something to do with their culture. I mean in SG, most people park their car rear in first. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Oh n btw, most germans DO NOT jaywalk, stick to the traffic lights even if there arn't really cars in sight and their drivers are definitely more polite and stop to allow pedastrians to cross the roads even if there are no zebra crossings! This is something that singaporeans got to learn and yea.. there are some things about singaporean character that I dont like and sometimes i hate to be one of them. E.g. most Sgreans ALWAYS take a huge bunch of serviettes if its free like in Macs even if they dont really use so much. My mother argues that we can use the remaining some other time but... i mean if we can afford it.. why should we take somebody else's even if its provided for free, I think it will just make me look like i'm taking advantage of things which i think alot of sgreans do; I dont really argue much about it.. but well.. at least my mum doesn't take too many. Perhaps its a typical chinese behaviour or behaviour seen ard the world. I dont deny I've seen germans take a bunch of serviettes but there isn't as many as in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm just disappointed in the people of my country coz they are rude, unfriendly and dun give a shit about other people and unforgiving. &lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing... NUS SUCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-7842807447851771397?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7842807447851771397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=7842807447851771397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7842807447851771397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7842807447851771397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/170808.html' title='17.08.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-801555295406850022</id><published>2008-09-11T20:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:35:12.244+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Lunch 11.09.08</title><content type='html'>So... what do you think singapore has done to balance the east and the west influences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what relation does singapore has with china? with respect to global aspect and economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is singapore's currency free floating or fixed to the US currency? comment?&lt;br /&gt;btw Euro n the jap yen are free floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone pls ans the qns for me.. u have &lt; 30 secs to think... its a lunch time conversational topic.. thx.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;btw these qns weren't realli asked in this format.. they juz pop out during a conversation.. so.. its not a lunch time exam. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-801555295406850022?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/801555295406850022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=801555295406850022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/801555295406850022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/801555295406850022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/lunch-110908.html' title='Lunch 11.09.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6772229730423990969</id><published>2008-09-08T22:42:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:18:05.971+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Venezianische Messe DE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOEzX-zxhTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/a3VQTqONMig/s1600-h/Venezianischefest+Panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOEzX-zxhTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/a3VQTqONMig/s320/Venezianischefest+Panorama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251535127580869938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular weekend I was at the Venezianische Messe basically a venetian carnival. Its realli quite cool to see people dressed up in costumes n masks. I particularly like the masks...lol, but I didn't get 1 for myself though; it was kinda expensive and I had to pay 9 euros to get it, gawd I should have made myself the international students card den maybe I can go in for 6 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SMv0fNeD3bI/AAAAAAAAANs/fKLqfdH-ilE/s1600-h/DSCF1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SMv0fNeD3bI/AAAAAAAAANs/fKLqfdH-ilE/s320/DSCF1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245555008031940018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/SM0KEtdpjaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zMWNiEWRG2Y/s1600-h/DSCF1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SMv7AjrHQDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yIPOguUqxi8/s320/DSCF1874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245562177997717554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/SMv6Mro4UUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2xJNZbvsPr0/s1600-h/DSCF1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SMv6Mro4UUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2xJNZbvsPr0/s320/DSCF1872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245561286782636354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SMv5g_bQ6XI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gmb_cvlzAmA/s1600-h/DSCF1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SMv5g_bQ6XI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gmb_cvlzAmA/s320/DSCF1865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245560536179992946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6772229730423990969?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6772229730423990969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6772229730423990969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6772229730423990969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6772229730423990969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/venezianische-messe-de.html' title='Venezianische Messe DE'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOEzX-zxhTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/a3VQTqONMig/s72-c/Venezianischefest+Panorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8904910797438839085</id><published>2008-08-26T17:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:42:33.436+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>26.08.08</title><content type='html'>On Monday I decided to ride my bike to school coz the train was delayed and well... I could have tried to make the next train connection timing but... nah decided not to. So there I went riding the bike to work... the first part of the journey was... chilling...... wind went thru my sweater... later it was... warm.. coz there was dis slope... damn steep... either that or I lack excercise.. gave up halfway on the slope... walked with my bike up instead... then it started to drizzle... zzz.. no choice.. had to continue riding.. by that time my legs were already... nua.. its even worse than my 2.4 km run.. argh.. at least I arrived at my workplace... and thanks to my supervisor, I got my bike tires pumped (yes my tires were half flat when I was riding already) and I got my seat height adjusted... I guess every bicycle riding german always have the tools with them, lol. At night, my flatmate (mitbewohner) told me that there was this sushi party going on downstairs and well.. he didn't go down with me... coz he was not feeling well n stuff... So I had to go down myself, I didn't know anyone there and at first when I went in everyone there was like... "who's dis guy and is he looking for someone?" but well.. tt didn't really matter, I suppose I was there to make friends... they were quite friendly though and we really had a great time chatting! There were switz, french, italien, german, japanese, americans and mE! Man... but this was like their last gathering coz they've actually finished their course here... zzz.. just when I got to know them... for the first time I've actually felt that I know this place. Now I've got to wait for the new batch to come in and well.. make new friends again... Oh yea, there was this light alcohol that they offered me called 'sangria', 7% alcohol with a fruity taste and a whole 1 litre bottle costs only 1 euro! great party, chillout, drink, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8904910797438839085?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8904910797438839085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8904910797438839085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8904910797438839085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8904910797438839085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/260808.html' title='26.08.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4350184695769340580</id><published>2008-08-16T11:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:46:50.674+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKaXnIlY_WI/AAAAAAAAANc/V0b9W-Sb80Q/s1600-h/Sunset+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKaXnIlY_WI/AAAAAAAAANc/V0b9W-Sb80Q/s320/Sunset+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235038315439783266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a sunset on 5th Aug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKaogkEAJ_I/AAAAAAAAANk/UCeG2VYrWeE/s1600-h/Sunset+3+(panorama).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKaogkEAJ_I/AAAAAAAAANk/UCeG2VYrWeE/s320/Sunset+3+(panorama).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235056894254524402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset on 9th Aug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4350184695769340580?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4350184695769340580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4350184695769340580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4350184695769340580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4350184695769340580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunsets.html' title='Sunsets'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKaXnIlY_WI/AAAAAAAAANc/V0b9W-Sb80Q/s72-c/Sunset+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2618307318085373516</id><published>2008-08-13T23:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:18:10.009+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>German gatherings</title><content type='html'>Heute gab es ein schoenes Wetter; waerme Sonne und kuehle Wind (There was a beautiful weather today; warm sun and cool wind). Today there was supposed to be a praktikant meetup whereby all the IA students in Bosch will meet up at Biergarten in Stuttgart near the main station. Then when I arrived there, I realised something - I didn't know any other students doing IA so I couldn't even recognise any tables there had a hint that they were actually from Bosch and were there to meet up! Sigh, the place I work at is kinda detached from the main compound so I guess I will never know any other praktikants. Luckily during the day, a masters student in my department came to me and invited me to this masters students gathering and its like they've all done Masters at Bosch and are currently working for the company. It was totally a german thing, no other races nor people from other countries. Everyone of them was like speaking damn fast, I totally couldn't catch anything at all. They must like phrase it damn simply for me, so paiseh to keep asking them what they wanted to say. Though uh ok.. I could catch 10 - 20% of what they are saying but... zz... cant say anything ya noe. I wasn't taught to communicate during a social function where all of them arn't students anymore. Yes all NUS german lesson teaches is mainly talking with other students. They were like talking about cars, what they work as, job scopes, talking cok; YES... how to talk cok in german... that's the thing I want to learn! LOL. Then again, it was a great experience, even though I didn't know what they were saying most of the time but at least I get to train my ears to listening to german.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I must say, they have great places to chillax n talk cok over glasses of beers, HA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2618307318085373516?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2618307318085373516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2618307318085373516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2618307318085373516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2618307318085373516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/german-gatherings.html' title='German gatherings'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3742300365837152524</id><published>2008-08-09T22:22:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:34:47.782+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 11, dont know why I just cant get myself to sleep longer. Went to Ludwigsburg to get myself a prepaid card. Somehow its kinda expensive, coz I paid 14 for the sim card itself + 1 euro stored value and i topped up 15 euros so that cost me 30 euros in total, ugh. Then again, I hope I wont be using the fone alot; at least I did survive in Germany for immersion last year for a month. There were alot more meet ups last year; this time I am by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Went to this event called "Weinlaube" (wine leaves); this is an event whereby wine companies come together like a pasar malam and people just buy them, sit down and chillax. Great band performance that goes with it. I just wish that singapore had something like that; then again, it isn't that fun to chillax with singapore's weather. The music was definitely enjoyable just that no one was there to chillax with me. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKX1g66IZ8I/AAAAAAAAANM/d6orZnwGEv0/s1600-h/DSCF1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKX1g66IZ8I/AAAAAAAAANM/d6orZnwGEv0/s320/DSCF1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234860087805765570" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKX3HOCjHjI/AAAAAAAAANU/7GiC2fY8FvE/s1600-h/DSCF1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKX3HOCjHjI/AAAAAAAAANU/7GiC2fY8FvE/s320/DSCF1826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234861845288001074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of the Wine fest, lots of tents that serve different wine from different regions and the tent at the very end serves food. One of the many places where germans chillax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d25ea8cfb442256" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d25ea8cfb442256%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331220723%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48563FA783BCD7F39CBE798C4CB2DC5226E08250.56472DB91FA09397B0F669A5EA17D856135624CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d25ea8cfb442256%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmwSvF_nHdGrr67tnFdDC1mtOsQs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d25ea8cfb442256%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331220723%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48563FA783BCD7F39CBE798C4CB2DC5226E08250.56472DB91FA09397B0F669A5EA17D856135624CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d25ea8cfb442256%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmwSvF_nHdGrr67tnFdDC1mtOsQs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the band at the small wine fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sunday I went to the sommerfest at Stuttgart Scholossplatz which is kinda like the center of gathering at stuttgart and most events are held at. The party was great! Great music, good food and great wine tho I didn't try the food and wine but hey, all booths are selling them and its Germany - how bad can it get!? U guys gotta come by some day man. THE livebands were just awesome definitely &amp;gt;&amp;gt; my speakers, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liveband I spent the most time on, 2 out of 3 hours there, was the latin music live band (Maquinaria) - very UP, totally owns the band at union square, HA. There were people acutally dancing there, great crowd, impromptu dances, totally fantastic. Will upload photos soon about it, I took like 2 - 3 mins of video of it. Once again its too bad no one was there to share the great moments with me. I wanted to ask someone to dance also but I had my bag, unglam abit the lame to dance with my bag also and I just cant leave it by the side u noe... ugh... had all the impt stuff inside so well... zzz... I aint bringing bags to the next fest and thats for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKX0Y1mT7CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gzkAGmBfIxY/s1600-h/Latin+Band+Merengue+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKX0Y1mT7CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gzkAGmBfIxY/s320/Latin+Band+Merengue+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234858849429875746" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Latin Band&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload the video but i think its kinda too big, took too long to process guess my internet sucks. I'm not even half the limit...zz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKX0_4bfFlI/AAAAAAAAANE/7jAT3KYPrWk/s1600-h/DSCF1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKX0_4bfFlI/AAAAAAAAANE/7jAT3KYPrWk/s320/DSCF1834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234859520204674642" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKWtZ7C9kRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/a9SlhHgdufs/s1600-h/DSCF1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKWtZ7C9kRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/a9SlhHgdufs/s320/DSCF1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234780802746519826" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the summerfest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ac9fd4b7c1c99315" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac9fd4b7c1c99315%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331220723%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53DE884AB478C2C5D5916655DCE60CA116C4B26.844E931232DE5EBA900AE2A4A222B5061A22E49B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac9fd4b7c1c99315%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdE9cYJ0Pj5pYEvghHEipA_2s6PY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dac9fd4b7c1c99315%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331220723%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53DE884AB478C2C5D5916655DCE60CA116C4B26.844E931232DE5EBA900AE2A4A222B5061A22E49B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dac9fd4b7c1c99315%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdE9cYJ0Pj5pYEvghHEipA_2s6PY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3742300365837152524?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7d25ea8cfb442256&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ac9fd4b7c1c99315&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3742300365837152524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3742300365837152524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3742300365837152524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3742300365837152524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SKX1g66IZ8I/AAAAAAAAANM/d6orZnwGEv0/s72-c/DSCF1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-1445499862553342394</id><published>2008-08-09T00:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T02:16:30.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>End of first work week</title><content type='html'>Ok i haven't been blogging for the last 2 days coz I was totally trying to enjoy the internet. Now I'm just waiting for a game to start hence spending some time writing this up. Thursday I had this Greece lunch that the secretary of Bosch went to get at the nearby mall; pretty nice I must say. You kinda eat bread with a variety of stuff to go with like tuna, some garlic paste, greek salad, olives, cheese and alot of other stuff which I have no idea what they are called; and its totally vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;Yes and that costs me 10 euros! Then again, later that day, I think I kinda got subsidised - got 5 back.&lt;br /&gt;While I went shopping at the supermarket again, coz i missed my bus -.-, bought thai chilli sauce for 4.39 euros, damn ex but i think its worth it, lol. &lt;br /&gt;It is a pretty cold night, raining outside; I'm just happy that it doesn't rain in the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-1445499862553342394?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1445499862553342394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=1445499862553342394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1445499862553342394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1445499862553342394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-first-work-week.html' title='End of first work week'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-7675285379135979446</id><published>2008-08-05T21:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:35:23.890+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>05.08.08</title><content type='html'>Went to work as usual, finally Herr Huebner (my team leader) gave me something to do. Before that I had to learn this software called “Projectkit” and they threw me a book, ask me to study and I had to know how to work it by the end of the week. It’s a total of 300 pages by the way… zzz… It is FUCKING boring reading that book; I fell asleep a few times reading it ok but luckily they didn’t find out. HA. Yes that’s why luckily he gave me something to do, some powerpoint thing. &lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening had to meet to open a bank account. I walked out of the wrong exit of the train station and couldn’t find the stupid place coz there was so many Deutschbank subsidiaries around. Actually I was kinda dumb to not remember to use the exact address given to me.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was spaghetti, fish stix and egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJtOOEEItMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NP6tOTREOLM/s1600-h/Meal+05.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJtOOEEItMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NP6tOTREOLM/s320/Meal+05.08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231861395637187778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day without internet. Zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-7675285379135979446?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7675285379135979446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=7675285379135979446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7675285379135979446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/7675285379135979446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/050808.html' title='05.08.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJtOOEEItMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NP6tOTREOLM/s72-c/Meal+05.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8605626895332346487</id><published>2008-08-04T21:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:35:38.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>First day of work 04.08.08</title><content type='html'>First day at work. Damn long queue at Security and there was this queue ESPECIALLY for praktikants; Bosch really does hire a lot of University students siah. After I was done with the admin stuff then I realize I wasn’t working at that area at all since there was a pickup which I thought was just this guy to bring me to the office building but he actually drove me to someplace else called Tamm. Oh their security cards works for all Bosch work place which is kinda cool coz it works even when I am not in the main compound. There is a small Bosch subsidiary there, really NICE office place – pantry, free drinks in meeting rooms, coffee maker machine and nice clean toilets, woot! LOL. Yeah and I do my work with a 19 inch LCD monitor. &lt;br /&gt;It was a really rainy day; rained from like 11 to 4; had to walk in the rain to lunch and then when I went to register at the foreign affairs office, there was this shitty rain and the place was damn bloody hard to find. There’s like different doors which the offices have the same name but they have different opening hours. For a moment I was like FUCK coz I went to the wrong door, it was closed and I though I had missed the opening hours. &lt;br /&gt;Dinner was once again spaghetti, 2 fish stix and bacon. Picture again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJtNqKWbDcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4oVQf74XxaQ/s1600-h/Meal+04.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJtNqKWbDcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4oVQf74XxaQ/s320/Meal+04.08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231860778849209794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day without internet… miserable…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8605626895332346487?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8605626895332346487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8605626895332346487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8605626895332346487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8605626895332346487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-work-040808.html' title='First day of work 04.08.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJtNqKWbDcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4oVQf74XxaQ/s72-c/Meal+04.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6988944905171327501</id><published>2008-08-04T10:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:51:38.151+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Sunday 03.08.08</title><content type='html'>Woke up late today, say 12 pm – its pretty late for a german way of life… lol. Had a sandwich – just bread and ham – a little plain I must say and I had another one coz I though it wasn’t filling enough. Guess that was my lunch + an apple. Oh and I went to the Ludwigsburg town to use internet, cant believe I paid 0,50euros to use 15 mins of internet, I just cant stand the fact that I have a laptop but there is no internet. Then I went to check out my route to Schwieberdingen , which was where I am suppose to be on Monday morning. First I took the route that was provided by the company to the train station ‘Schwieberdingen’; it was a nice journey. I did find the place on the route but I arrived at this DAMN ULU place at the end (just for fun to take the whole route), somewhere you DO NOT want to be in the middle of the night and the train did not run on Sundays hence I took the SAME bus back to the main station. (yes the very same bus that took me there coz he had to wait awhile for the bus timing to leave the place, the same cokster bus driver checked my bus card AGAIN, don’t know why he did it for.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to do some sight see-ing at Stuttgart city center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoMKI9sVdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yM25thmwmx8/s1600-h/DSCF1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoMKI9sVdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yM25thmwmx8/s320/DSCF1808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231507285488719314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some land museum at Stuttgart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoMrUKxP8I/AAAAAAAAAME/qd1HWpE-Ti8/s1600-h/DSCF1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoMrUKxP8I/AAAAAAAAAME/qd1HWpE-Ti8/s320/DSCF1813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231507855432040386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoNK2uGdaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ngMafy4VaOk/s1600-h/DSCF1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoNK2uGdaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ngMafy4VaOk/s320/DSCF1812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231508397282981282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some world bear crap, suppose to have 1 bear of unique design for each country. After walking 1 round, I couldn't find the one representing singapore, lol. Then again, I have no idea what's so interesting about this that everyone's here hence I only took a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice sunset view also from where my room is and where I am eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoOLS_OoRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sIqnmnlNhAk/s1600-h/Sunset+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoOLS_OoRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/sIqnmnlNhAk/s320/Sunset+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231509504382640402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day without internet. Play dota with AI 2 times for the night (argh to think I was kp-ing my brother for doing the same thing at night)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6988944905171327501?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6988944905171327501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6988944905171327501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6988944905171327501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6988944905171327501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-030808.html' title='Sunday 03.08.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoMKI9sVdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yM25thmwmx8/s72-c/DSCF1808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8199016047894005999</id><published>2008-08-03T10:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:33:50.643+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Saturday 02.08.08</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9 am just to go do shopping at Ludwigsburg. It was the nearest town that I could actually do some grocery shopping. The place I am in is really a town… might even be less than a town; I could call it a student’s village, forgot to mention that there’s this building full of CHINA people – at least I see them going in and out non-stop from that building and every time it’s a different person. LOL. I bought this list of stuff; I could name it all! – ham, bacon, bread, margarine, 2 packets of spaghettis, 3 apples, black pepper, garlic, tuna, sardines, 10 eggs and fish fingers. Took a picture of my first cooked meal in Germany; I rate it not bad at least for a first time try of a aglio olio, a little lack of oil though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoKGXLtDNI/AAAAAAAAALc/2W3ydT3H6dM/s1600-h/DSCF1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoKGXLtDNI/AAAAAAAAALc/2W3ydT3H6dM/s320/DSCF1805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231505021562850514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night meal HORRIBLE… tried to cook a soup like thing with salt, curry powder and spaghetti in water and added an egg inside with the fish stix. EVERYTHING with the mix was wrong hence I did not take any pictures for it. Was…. Really… horr… ible… you don’t wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoKfLCpkjI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y3LN-VI53uc/s1600-h/DSCF1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoKfLCpkjI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y3LN-VI53uc/s320/DSCF1806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231505447800377906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Sunset view from my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day without internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8199016047894005999?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8199016047894005999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8199016047894005999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8199016047894005999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8199016047894005999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-020808.html' title='Saturday 02.08.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoKGXLtDNI/AAAAAAAAALc/2W3ydT3H6dM/s72-c/DSCF1805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4484261039933855604</id><published>2008-08-02T10:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:36:52.017+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany IA'/><title type='text'>Friday Arrival 01.08.08</title><content type='html'>Once again I’ve lost my luggage… cant believe it just happens again. Until the pick us up guy Prof Schoop told us its normal to lose luggages at Terminal 5. Well… it wasn’t really just me; the other 3 guys from NTU ALSO lost theirs. So this time I wasn’t the unlucky one; it is just TERMINAL 5 HEATHROW. Zzz. The good thing is my luggage came on the same day, at 11 pm though… zzz… I was going to sleep already. This was seriously one of my LONGEST wait EVER – from 4 pm till 11pm. I asked a cute gal for directions at the studentenwohnheim for the housemaster’s location btw, the only happy thing of the day… lol. I went to do some shopping though, through my understanding of the Wohnheim lifestyle – bought a packet of cereals and a 1.5L orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoK9wJMCbI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZiiTXFreFNk/s1600-h/DSCF1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoK9wJMCbI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZiiTXFreFNk/s320/DSCF1803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231505973155989938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoLT3g7c0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ong4y5Nax_E/s1600-h/DSCF1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoLT3g7c0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ong4y5Nax_E/s320/DSCF1804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231506353091736386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area I'm staying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4484261039933855604?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4484261039933855604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4484261039933855604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4484261039933855604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4484261039933855604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-arrival-010808.html' title='Friday Arrival 01.08.08'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SJoK9wJMCbI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZiiTXFreFNk/s72-c/DSCF1803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8504009068078200160</id><published>2008-05-24T20:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:00:43.714+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>Hawt gals are like hot pancakes - they get snapped up fast&lt;br /&gt;ARGH... wad a bad analogy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8504009068078200160?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8504009068078200160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8504009068078200160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8504009068078200160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8504009068078200160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2969917294880564967</id><published>2008-04-03T16:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:54:42.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>Today while I was in school, I was walking behind this couple but I found out an interesting thing. Though they were couples, they seem to have quite a huge distance between them - like when they were walking together. There isn't any hand hold, the girl and the guy had NO body contacts and the girl's hand which was nearer to the guy actually was holding on to her own bag. Alright, say the girl was on the left and the guy was on the right. The guy had his bag slung onto his left shoulder and his left hand was hanging freely though. For a few times maybe a total of 2 mins out of the 15 mins walk they were well.. their hands were within 10 cm of each other, I did expect them to start holding hands or something but nothing happened; and for the rest of the 13 mins, they were standing apart with roughly 30cm of gap(from hand to hand). From a book of body language that i own, its stated that a person's intimate zone is from 15 - 46cm(measured body to body) and personal zone is from 46 - 1.2m. Hence I can say that the couples arn't ready to become couples since they are only at the border of the intimate zone and personal zone. Even I and Mich/Wanlin stand closer than them la. Another thing is thruout the 15mins walk, there are very little eye contacts between both of them, girl doesn't really look at the guy and vice versa. Both are looking forward and definitely not focused on the same thing. Eye contacts are very important in a relationship since they actually can convey more emotion to the other half than using language. Definitly also, little touches in a couple says alot about the bond in the relationship. Of coz I have also explanations about the mindset of the guy and the girl but I shall not talk about it here since to a certain extent it involves religion and this blog maybe looked upon by them. (OK, I know this couple but no names, and I am NOT a stalker)&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion is... not here not there, no idea what they are doing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2969917294880564967?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2969917294880564967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2969917294880564967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2969917294880564967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2969917294880564967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/interesting-phenomenon.html' title='Interesting Phenomenon'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6834240465225960846</id><published>2008-03-09T09:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T09:38:48.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons to/ not to date a dancer</title><content type='html'>TOP 10 REASONS TO DATE A DANCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We know all the positions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We have perfect technique, good rhythm, and great hip rotation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We are used to having bruises on our knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We are used to performing in minimal amounts of clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We are perfectionists: Well keep going until we hit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We can shake it like no other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After a quick intermission, were ready to go at it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We dont mind getting hot and sweaty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are not as delicate and fragile as we look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One word: FLEXIBILITY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 REASONS NOT TO DATE A DANCER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They insist on a hardwood floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Good rhythm, but do you really want to make love to the clave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They pay professionals for private sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They want to change partners every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always looking at themselves in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Unexpectedly, they push you away to 'shine' solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Their feelings get hurt if you're not smiling all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. They post all their experiences in online forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The men expect the women to do exactly what they want, when they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The women expect the men to constantly come up with new moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. found this on a forum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6834240465225960846?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6834240465225960846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6834240465225960846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6834240465225960846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6834240465225960846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-reasons-to-not-to-date-dancer.html' title='10 Reasons to/ not to date a dancer'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8669709224830266522</id><published>2008-02-16T16:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:25:33.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a dead blog</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm just back here to say that my blog aint dead. I have no idea what else to write on my blog anymore. I'm not a guy that speaks everything on my mind. There are just so many things that I wanna say but these things arn't meant to be spoken about. I am just another typical human who has alot of things to hide. LOL. There are also topics that well... rumor types that people don't like me talking about either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about salsa den. I must admit somehow I feel that people in my old class are more friendly coz more of them are singles. This sem my salsa is kinda boring, almost none of them stays for fiesta n those few who stays are couples who stick to each other the whole time. I must admit that as a guy, I like dancing. People from zic n zx's class doesn't stay as well, so now its just go home right after my class. There's no way I'm gonna dance with people not of my level, lol, typical asian mindset, scared of embarassing yourself, cant see past that, I did grow up in an asian society ya noe. Thing is, I don't like to do standard moves, they are boring after some time, I'm just dont want others to think that 'i dunnoe what dis guy is doing' after dancing with me. Ok, maybe I have a lousy lead, guess I'll just dance with my dog, she wont complain at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8669709224830266522?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8669709224830266522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8669709224830266522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8669709224830266522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8669709224830266522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-dead-blog.html' title='Not a dead blog'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-867878168301771407</id><published>2008-01-08T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:38:01.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of a new year, end of holidays</title><content type='html'>Approximately 5 more days till school starts and here I am writing my blog. Its been quite awhile since I last touch my blog; yup, if you look at the last post it says 'Dec 15th'. Haven't baked since and not done anything that I deemed useful. Everyday was just spending time rotting. Days or should I say nights end for me at 4am and starts at 12pm averagely. Met up with quite alot of friends, especially the air force guys. Spent quite alot of money as well, used up all my liquid cash... zzz. Zx just started his new blog, the initial idea was a total knarf. I have no idea what he is trying to do. After watching Heroes, all I can say is to be yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the primary 5 kid I'm teaching at the moment, I can foresee another total ah beng. He thinks not doing work and giving a fk care attitude like the other kids in school is cool. I have no idea how am I gonna teach him anything like this. I spend more time trying to make him think and getting him to have the right attitude than actually teaching him real work. To reverse his negative peer pressure is gonna take months or years guessing that he's been with the same bunch of friends for the past 5 years of his primary school life. No idea what his parents tells him but the only thing I can see in him now is just another life which he's gonna regret 30 years down the road. Btw his grades are &lt;35 for English, Maths, Sci. At least the primary 4 kid I last taught was slightly better, at least smarter and listens. The P5 kids tells me they can use calculator, so does my sec 1 kids. I mean for fk's sake, dun degenerate ur brain at such an early stage of life. If you all wanna get alzheimers early then just tell me, I'll gladly let you use calculator for 1+1. Chinese isn't what it used to be as well, primary school chinese textbooks now have hanyu pinyin at the bottom of each character. Kids just read off the hanyu pinyin, they don't recognize the words at all, talking about improving chinese standards in Singapore. Seems to me now you need hanyu pinyin for every chinese character in public. School teachers now doesn't seem to care, teach for the sake of teaching, at least that's what I see for lousier schools, hopeless bunch of kids, same thoughts as mine. Maybe society needs these kind of people so that you actually can see who are the better ones. Everything needs a balance, there can only be positive when there's negative. Of course there are actually kids who's looking for something in their lives, a little late for him but there's still hope and i have kids who are... hmm.. should I say smart by nature or its the parents who are helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, recently I have a sudden influx of tuition jobs for me. Calling me almost everyday, asking me why I can't take on more jobs, when am I next available. Teaching the younger siblings of my previous kids. Lucky I guess. Then again, its not my full time job alright, I'm just looking for a certain financial freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 2 events in Dec. One was the house party organized by Gabriel and his gf and the other was my bbq cum archi bbq which was lame. All I can say for the house party was, we had too much to drink but nice drinking game tho, totally luved it, lol. Left me with a bad stomach the next day, ugh, too long since I last drank that much. The bbq was... for us, simple. Had salmon, unagi, stewed chicken, prawns, ya noe... JUST to make the archi peeps jealouse. HAHA. Nah, I mean its christmas man, and those stuff are easy to prepare, put in alu foil and leave it over the fire, no looking after chicken wings or franks or satay. This is what I call a relaxing bbq. The archi peeps were lame, not enough drinks, no utensils (they only had chopsticks),  not enough plates, no serviettes, and nobody wants to eat the chicken wings, as always in a bbq. However all these weren't the main issue, the main thing was, zic and jr had a romantic night together, the bbq was just a facade. All the archi guys were thrown into the pool, of course first to go in was the birthday guy, zic. Then slowly you can see who are those more popular in archi and those who are ostracize and of course those who are just 'buay on'. It was definitely a good show for the 7 guys on my side, LOL. Archi side had some gals too, but nah, not interested, shall not talk about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, finally I had the chance to go down to union square where its a FFA dance floor for salsa people. Nicole n Joel sadly couldn't make it down. Zic n zx went down with me instead and with shareen, simon and shuxian. Well, this sort of like started the interest of zic and zx who pangseh me when I asked them to join salsa 1 with me last year, zzz. Shuxian just lost touch with salsa for a long time so well, zic zx sx are supposedly gonna join salsa 1 class starting this month, think they missed the first lesson, don't know how are they gonna go about doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, school's starting soon and COR's a pain, so are all the ah tiong and ah neh lecturers whom I'm gonna meet soon. Sorry, kinda racist here but can they just pronouce what they want to say properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a long post after a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-867878168301771407?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/867878168301771407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=867878168301771407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/867878168301771407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/867878168301771407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-of-new-year-end-of-holidays.html' title='Start of a new year, end of holidays'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6912418691770567945</id><published>2007-12-15T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:44:52.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffins</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since i last baked smthing&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i tried to bake some blueberry muffins, i must say blueberries are firstly hard to find in singapore n they are damn expensive, 1 can of blueberries cost 9 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Went online to search for some blueberry muffin recipe, found 1 n started work.&lt;br /&gt;The first batch which i made yesterday, i must say it totally doesn't look like muffins. Instead its like some cookie instead. Not enuf butter i suppose and i took the wrong measurements. Using some universal measurement conversion i found on fri, i know that 1 cup = 229g. BUT very impt, this mearsurement DOES NOT apply for all ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Different ingredients have different weight for 1 cup.&lt;br /&gt;Measurements as follows:-&lt;br /&gt;Flour =&gt; 1 cup = 128g&lt;br /&gt;Sugar =&gt; 1 cup = 201g&lt;br /&gt;Milk =&gt; 1 cup = 267g&lt;br /&gt;Butter =&gt; 1 cup = 250g = 2 sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND VERY IMPORTANTLY, always sieve the flour before you use them, if not you'll end up with some white spots in ur cake coz the flour coagulate together n its hard to get them to disperse in the mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always the problem of mixing the butter with milk, i've found a certain method to do them the easier way, if not there's no way to get butter to mix well with milk. A solution i found out was to immerse the bowl you are using in a water bath hence the butter wouldn't get too melted until u see the oil layer and another is to do short time microwaving of the butter milk mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/R2QYQu5EqUI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZyRmC1cfrOk/s1600-h/Muffin2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/R2QYQu5EqUI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZyRmC1cfrOk/s320/Muffin2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144263350108334402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway forget about my failed batch yesterday, i changed the recipe n here's it.&lt;br /&gt;225g  flour&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;75g butter&lt;br /&gt;100g sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;200g milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 cup blueberries (amt up to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 200deg&lt;br /&gt;2. In large bowl, mix flour, baking powder and salt.&lt;br /&gt;3. In 2nd bowl, squish butter and sugar until mixed. Beat in the eggs, milk and vanilla until smooth, pour into first bowl.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stir until mixed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fold blueberries into the batter.&lt;br /&gt;6. Grease muffin tray, fill about 3/4 full, bake for around 25mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 12 Muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/R2QYG-5EqTI/AAAAAAAAALE/KCUU_pjl6cM/s1600-h/Muffin1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/R2QYG-5EqTI/AAAAAAAAALE/KCUU_pjl6cM/s320/Muffin1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144263182604609842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6912418691770567945?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6912418691770567945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6912418691770567945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6912418691770567945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6912418691770567945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/muffins.html' title='Muffins'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/R2QYQu5EqUI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZyRmC1cfrOk/s72-c/Muffin2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4805995190508247837</id><published>2007-12-09T08:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T08:33:27.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>After Exams</title><content type='html'>Well... i must say i have been spending alot ever since my last paper ended. I mean its only been less than a week, come to think of it... i don't really remember what stuff did i spend on. Let's see, there was a kbox session after my last paper last tuesday, i think i went out on wednesday but the only thing i remember was the badminton session on wed nite. Thursday I was out with justin n sean, forgot what was the occasion that even made j wong walk out of the house. oh oh, i know, we went to watch Beowulf. It wasn't really a fantastic show i must say, the storyline was just average and the action scenes were sooo 'god of war' type, lol, j wong's favourite. OH, i remember what i did on wednesday, i went to cut my hair and then send my laptop for repairs. Zzz, should have just send my laptop to sim lim, now then i realise, since its already out of warranty, might as well sim lim it; its like so much faster n cheaper. Ok, continuing on thurs after Beowulf, j wong went back to parkway to get guitar heroes 3 - paid 159 bucks for it. Hence you can see how much he would pay just to have something to play since his com will be down for 3 mths, lol. Since his com was down and so was mine, we played lan for the evening, haha, some no life entertainment. Wasted our lives away at the lanshop till 11 where we met zic, zx, rayner, xiong n bingde for supper. Supper destination was of my choice which is swee choon along jalan besar road there where it sells tim sum at nite. Not a bad place i must say. &lt;br /&gt;Friday i was saving money by staying at home. Sat went to meet up with my old jc classmates - dora, jx, yl, ys, hj. Long time since everybody could make it for a meetup, hence I am a bad organiser since everytime i plan, there will always be someone who cant make it. Jx does so much of a better job than me man, lol. So next time i don't organise le, =P. At nite i was out with zx, zic n sean at MOS, since it was like free entry for students. We were there at ard 930 n there was a long queue already lo, zzz, then again, the Q was kinda fast though, there was this couple in front of us who was trying to fake their age, the gal took her sis's i/c and the guy... also had someone else's i/c. Both were like rehearsing the particulars on the i/cs, it was damn funny, then again, reminds us that well.. we are actually quite old already, haha. As expected, MOS was boring until 1130 where the real crowd came in, can't believe we actually stoned inside for like 2hrs. Oh, zic n zx actually agreed on getting jugs, lol, anyway it was a 1 for 1 jugs nite. Stayed until 1230 n we went to watch the golden compass. Wah, me n zic were like damn shag lo, sleeping at pastamania in cine while zx n sean grabbed something to eat. Zic.. dunoe wad happened to him, puked in the toilet, lol. Ok, think this ends my spend a lot of money week. Think i'll juz stay at home the next week n save money bah, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4805995190508247837?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4805995190508247837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4805995190508247837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4805995190508247837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4805995190508247837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-exams.html' title='After Exams'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8060394575497343143</id><published>2007-10-28T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:44:52.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Salsa 2 lesson</title><content type='html'>Well... I've realised that i need alot of concentration in order to execute moves that are taught in classes, try to link them... try not to have too many basics coz my partner can really see me *thinking* while dancing with them... haha. Maybe coz I don't practise that much, its like everytime after salsa lesson, I don't really think of the moves after I get home... there's no one to dance with in the first place... unless.. its my dog... nah.. too small, lol. We can't really get straight to salsa 3 lessons as there are more requirements than we thought; gotta join salsa LA and/or salsa cuban before we can get to salsa 3. Think we are still gonna have our weekly sessions after this last class in school, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok below there's a video of me n nic dancing, this is really impromptu and there's only one move taught from the lessons, the rest of the moves are... i dunnoe.. or you can say i dunnoe what i was doing at that point of time also, just following my feeling ya noe. Think i gotta improve on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e291e0b1b086991" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e291e0b1b086991%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331220723%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66F22BF23CF2E9C36F2064FE9B1DEB0680314825.3CD3CA4C9E7F29CD2A43933FF96E290696CC1F50%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e291e0b1b086991%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEx4p7C3Qynakfnw-YXsQ6U5KMDo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e291e0b1b086991%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331220723%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66F22BF23CF2E9C36F2064FE9B1DEB0680314825.3CD3CA4C9E7F29CD2A43933FF96E290696CC1F50%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e291e0b1b086991%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEx4p7C3Qynakfnw-YXsQ6U5KMDo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we went to chill awhile at starbucks, wonder how the gay n lesbian topic came about... that was like the main topic of our conversations, lol.&lt;br /&gt;... here's a photo of Joel, Nicole and Me (left to right.. lol.. how else?)&lt;br /&gt;talk about 3some man... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RySrHo3K_1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZENSzNYwD_c/s1600-h/Photo-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RySrHo3K_1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZENSzNYwD_c/s320/Photo-0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126410423570726738" 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/3821728784609398227-8060394575497343143?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8060394575497343143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8060394575497343143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8060394575497343143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8060394575497343143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-salsa-2-lesson.html' title='Last Salsa 2 lesson'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RySrHo3K_1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZENSzNYwD_c/s72-c/Photo-0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-1601946280774239951</id><published>2007-10-27T15:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:43:17.675+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Leben der Anderen</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching Das Leben der Anderen = The lives of the others.&lt;br /&gt;I must say its quite a good film. You can see the subtle change of a man, one who was emotionless and extremely pro-DDR (Deutsche Demokratische Republic) to begin with, being influenced by words and the emotions of others. I also watched Goodbye Lenin, also another show on how much the DDR ideals have influenced the lives of people; the tone of this movie was lighter than that of the former though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've learnt a few sentences off Das Leben:&lt;br /&gt;... weil Sie sind wie Sie sind... = because you are who you are&lt;br /&gt;.. Ich bin bei dir, ganz egal was. = i am with you no matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I only caught this 2 phrases as a whole, lol, think I'm gonna watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more phrases here again then.&lt;br /&gt;Though I watch with english translations, I realise they arn't really that accurate, but good enough for me to catch the storyline of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-1601946280774239951?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1601946280774239951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=1601946280774239951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1601946280774239951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1601946280774239951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/das-leben-der-anderen.html' title='Das Leben der Anderen'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4433980694793367513</id><published>2007-10-22T13:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:52:21.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A story, lol</title><content type='html'>A story I found that was written during JC lecture, its written by 3 people, me, yusheng and jingxin.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good laugh while reminiscing it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw... 故事纯属虚构&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 在一个夜黑风高的晚上, yusheng and yeilem 走在 jingxin 家楼下. Yusheng 有很多话要对 yeilem 说可就一时不知道说什么.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ys: Yusheng 含情脉脉的看着 yeilem's 眼睛, 然后就说一句,"你的眼睛有眼屎". Yusheng 接着说,"让我帮你抹掉吧". 说着就把手温柔地放在 yeilem的脸庞. Yeilem 见 Yusheng有如此亲密的行为时,不禁害羞地底下头.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yusheng 说:"现在只有你和我而已, 无需害羞的 ya noe" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ys: Yeilem 说:"我和你怎么做project, Jingxin 真是的, 等了她这么久, 还没有下来. 她要laze around啊!" Yusheng 回答道:" 管Jingxin去死吧, 她不来, 我们两个不时更快乐吗? 走, 去我家做'project' 吧... hehe... " **yusheng smiles evily** 说着便拉着yeilem的手就要走.&lt;br /&gt;就在这时, Jingxin stuck her head out of 她家窗口, 一望下去就看到yusheng 和 yeilem那么close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 接着Jingxin就打了个电话给她的几个兄弟们, 给yusheng来个英雄救美, Jingxin不禁哈哈大笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ys: 在Jingxin的安排下, 几个小流氓出现, 抓住yeilem不放, 其中一个说,"这妞不错!" Yusheng见势不妙就从这逃回自己的家.&lt;br /&gt;一回到家, 就从家中拿了一把他弟弟玩的玩具AK, 又冲了出去. 那几个小流氓看到yusheng手上的AK, 尿都吓出来, 赶忙逃跑. Yeilem 就这样一来被yusheng 救了. 她靠在yusheng身边, 感动地一句话都说不出来.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jx: Jingxin从楼上眼看自己的计划成功了, 不禁拍手叫好.Yusheng难得有机会展示他的courage, 也感到十分自豪. 他决定在这时候问一个长久以来都想问yeilem的问题.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yusheng引着yeilem望着天上的星星, 接着说:" 你看, 那颗最闪亮的星星就.... " 又唱了'月亮(星星)代表我的心' "你知道吗, 这句话已藏在我心深处已久" 又问到:"yeilem, 你是我的幸福吗?" Yeilem一脸兴奋的样子, 就.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ys: 说:"以前我老爸, 也问过我一样的问题. 哈!我就知道! 不错吧, 我看你那回忆过去的眼神, 就知道你的父母有问过这样一来的话!哈哈! 看来今天是做不成什么project了. 天色已晚, 星星都出来了,还是回家算了, 改天再来做" 于是他们便回家了. 隔天, yusheng不管功课, 和sean, zollin出来玩.&lt;br /&gt;他们在街上碰到yeilem, jingxin, limin她们, 大家都知道yusheng和yeilem的关系不寻常, 于是sean, zollin就把yusheng踢给yeilem, 和jingxing, limin走了. Yusheng心理还得意着, 看着yeilem羞答答的底着头, 就抓住yeilem的手, "Yeilem, 去我家看些很*special*很*好看*的vcd好吗?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jx: Yeilem兴奋地笑说:"是cartoons吗?" Yusheng give a thumbs-up sign and say "YEAH..." 说着, 两人便手牵手一起去买titbits, 喝的etc. 走到yusheng家楼下时, 因为yusheng 一直暧昧地看着yeilem, 所以没有注意到地上的banana皮, suddenly摔了一跤.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 就因如此, yusheng拉着yeilem一起摔在地上, yusheng 脸朝上而yeilem也正巧伏在他身上. 两人的眼睛注视着彼此, 心理万分感慨, 心理充满着对彼此的难言之语, 只是在那时候难以说出口.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ys: 就在这时候, 导演说了声"cut"然后对他们说:"剧情的掌握很好, 也演得很投入. 不过, 这几天有一些重量级演员找了我, 要演这场戏. 我也答应了他们. 你们应该明白我的意思....." 于是yusheng等演员终于伤心地告别电视台. 他们在这专业也就此画下了休止符.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In memory of those happy JC days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4433980694793367513?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4433980694793367513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4433980694793367513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4433980694793367513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4433980694793367513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-lol.html' title='A story, lol'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-488365493426543090</id><published>2007-10-07T13:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:48:13.229+02:00</updated><title type='text'>爱的故事</title><content type='html'>Some text I read a long time ago and now I've found it again&lt;br /&gt;Juz another random post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生就是为了找寻爱的过程，每个人的人生都要找到四个人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一个是自己,&lt;br /&gt;第二个是你最爱的人，&lt;br /&gt;第三个是最爱你的人，&lt;br /&gt;第四个是共度一生的人.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;首先会遇到你最爱的人，然後体会到爱的感觉；&lt;br /&gt;因为了解被爱的感觉，所以才能发现最爱你的人；&lt;br /&gt;当你经历过爱人与被爱，学会了爱，才会知道什么是你需要的，&lt;br /&gt;也才会找到最适合你，能够相处一辈子的人。&lt;br /&gt;但很悲哀的，在现实生活中，这三个人通常不是同一个人；&lt;br /&gt;你最爱的，往往没有选择你；&lt;br /&gt;最爱你的，往往不是你最爱的；&lt;br /&gt;而最长久的，偏偏不是你最爱也不是最爱你的，&lt;br /&gt;只是在最适合的时间出现的那个人。&lt;br /&gt;你，会是别人生命中的第几个人呢？&lt;br /&gt;没有人是故意要变心的，他爱你的时候是真的爱你，&lt;br /&gt;可是他不爱你的时候也是真的不爱你了，&lt;br /&gt;他爱你的时候没有办法假装不爱你；&lt;br /&gt;同样的，他不爱你的时候也没有办法假装爱你 。&lt;br /&gt;当一个人不爱你要离开你，&lt;br /&gt;你要问自己还爱不爱他，&lt;br /&gt;如果你也不爱他了，千万别为了可怜的自尊而不肯离开；&lt;br /&gt;如果你还爱他，你应该会希望他过得幸福快乐，&lt;br /&gt;希望他跟真正爱的人在一起，绝不会阻止，&lt;br /&gt;你要是阻止他得到真正的幸福，就表示你已经不爱他了，&lt;br /&gt;而如果你不爱他，你又有什么资格指责他变心呢？&lt;br /&gt;爱不是占有，&lt;br /&gt;你喜欢月亮，不可能把月亮拿下来放在脸盆里，&lt;br /&gt;但月亮的光芒仍可照进你的房间。&lt;br /&gt;换句话说，你爱一个人，也可以用另一种方式拥有，&lt;br /&gt;让爱人成为生命里的永恒回忆，&lt;br /&gt;如果你真爱一个人，就要爱他原来的样子─爱他的好，也爱他的坏：&lt;br /&gt;爱他的优点，也爱他的缺点，&lt;br /&gt;绝不能因为爱他，就希望他变成自己所希望的样子，&lt;br /&gt;万一变不成就不爱他了。&lt;br /&gt;真正爱一个人是无法说出原因的，&lt;br /&gt;你只知道无论何时何地、心情好坏，你都希望这个人陪著你；&lt;br /&gt;真正的感情是两人能在最艰苦中相守，也就是没有丝毫要求。&lt;br /&gt;毕竟，感情必须付出，而不是只想获得；&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种必然的考验，&lt;br /&gt;如果你们感情不够稳固，只好认输，&lt;br /&gt;真爱是不会变成怨恨的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你呢？找到了第几个？&lt;br /&gt;茫茫人海中，你遇见了谁？谁又遇见了你？&lt;br /&gt;你的爱情故事是怎样的呢?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-488365493426543090?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/488365493426543090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=488365493426543090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/488365493426543090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/488365493426543090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='爱的故事'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-9002430098804443514</id><published>2007-09-23T12:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:27:00.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sat nite out</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I last met up with my air force friends. It was really nice to see them guys once again. Garry, Yiheng, Jon is still the same as always... maybe coz the las time i saw them was only a few months back; and Slang, as Garry put it, dressed to impressed, haha. Gabriel got a little more 'ba' on his face though - its been like half a year since i last met him. Apparently, he had a wonderful time wif adrienne and gang in his car, lol. The catch wasn't really good that nite, we had like 4 rods and we ended up with &lt;20 prawns. Garry got a uber huge one though - like the big boss of all the other prawns, lol. Of coz 20 prawns couldn't satisfy us, ended up going to Gok's intro at Mustafa there. Real nice dim sum which sells at night, which i would actually recommend people to go! Some restaurant called Swee Choon. Guofeng came to join us like damn late - after we finished everything except for half a char siew sou. As always, the joke about pear paying everything came, lol. Very unfortunately, Gab had to send his gf + fren home. Ended the night shopping at Mustafa centre, reached home at 3+... tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-9002430098804443514?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9002430098804443514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=9002430098804443514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9002430098804443514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/9002430098804443514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-sat-nite-out.html' title='Another Sat nite out'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2526429647905703860</id><published>2007-08-26T09:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:13:04.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are just as unpredictable as weather or nature. Everything is just so uncertain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2526429647905703860?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2526429647905703860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2526429647905703860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2526429647905703860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2526429647905703860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/people-are-just-as-unpredictable-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4720662141134096403</id><published>2007-08-26T09:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T09:46:06.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah...</title><content type='html'>People are just as unpredictable as weather or nature. Everything is just so uncertain and most of the things around us are just not within our own control. We can only do so much to minimize the uncertainty and not totally eliminate it. Things most of the time doesn't go the way you wanted it to be and somehow this is how it makes your life more interesting and yet at the same time, frustrating. 一个人永远是那么地猜不透,看不清...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4720662141134096403?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4720662141134096403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4720662141134096403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4720662141134096403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4720662141134096403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah...'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4302749079843071919</id><published>2007-08-22T13:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:44:52.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok... satisfied...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RswbgsQss6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nTQdEYSOQus/s1600-h/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RswbgsQss6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nTQdEYSOQus/s320/Photo-0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101482726354891682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RswbrcQss7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/BufwFs7COSE/s1600-h/Photo-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RswbrcQss7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/BufwFs7COSE/s320/Photo-0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101482911038485426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... for a long long time i haven't really cooked but today I had no choice coz the vegs were already out in the kitchen and there's soup n my parents are out. Here's the pic of the veg i made. OF COZ there's no aesthetic value in it. I'm not a chef k but at least for once in a long time i'm actually quite satisfied with the thing i cooked up. As long as the taste is not bad i'm quite happy with it. There's mushroom and eggs in it, though i have no idea what that veg is called... still.. there isn't alot of varieties to cook a veg at home. Well... most of the time I only have to do the vegs.. the rest of the food like today - its a corn soup - its made by my mum. Real nice, cooked for at least 4 hrs. =) Then again... what a waste of time cleaning up the wok and the rice cooker and everything else just to cook for 1 person - me and myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4302749079843071919?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4302749079843071919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4302749079843071919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4302749079843071919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4302749079843071919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-satisfied.html' title='Ok... satisfied...'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RswbgsQss6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nTQdEYSOQus/s72-c/Photo-0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-565238828772006288</id><published>2007-08-19T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:11:41.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh... mug...</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to find things to do at home on a sunday, other than cleaning my toilet n rearranging my tabletop...  what's left is to mug my tutorials. What no life i have. Although there's really much more things to help out in the house... but seriously, i'd rather mug. Everyday I just cant stand the sight of my dog dirtying my toilet... not my dog strictly speaking... just pushed to me that's all - father's busy and bro's in ocs. I have no idea if its the syllabus in NUS that requires us to have an exponential learning curve or everywhere else in the world is the same. Frankly speaking I haven't seen the lectures taught in other Unis though i always complain about the lousy syllabus NUS have in store for their students - cramped and no room for error. Ok, watch TV, fk mugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-565238828772006288?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/565238828772006288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=565238828772006288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/565238828772006288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/565238828772006288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/argh-mug.html' title='Argh... mug...'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6819010444877044415</id><published>2007-06-12T16:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:44:53.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day overseas, 11 June</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2CoQh0UeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KR9xaAvZFh0/s1600-h/DSCF0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2CoQh0UeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KR9xaAvZFh0/s320/DSCF0552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097373981396455906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last thing we did before we checked out of our room, interesting cushions ya&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2DAgh0UfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SvIfF6OgaEY/s1600-h/DSCF0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2DAgh0UfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SvIfF6OgaEY/s320/DSCF0564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097374398008283634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at Chelsea stadium, can't imagine a person like me who doesn't even watch soccer be at Chelsea home, lol&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2DgQh0UgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vwo51AccogY/s1600-h/SNV31500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2DgQh0UgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vwo51AccogY/s320/SNV31500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097374943469130242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where CFC signed all their players.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rm63kPrj7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XS5B9z4pdH0/s1600-h/DSCF0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rm63kPrj7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XS5B9z4pdH0/s320/DSCF0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075195663405542658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rm63m_rj7RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7H_KTynAXh0/s1600-h/DSCF0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rm63m_rj7RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7H_KTynAXh0/s320/DSCF0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075195710650182930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... today feels like any other day just that its my last day overseas and i'll have to get back to the hot and humid singapore. So today W brought us to the ever famous chelsea stadium which i nv knew that it existed. LOL. So after that we went back to Harrods n took a slow walk through the complex. Damn big.. things are damn expensive as well... really is a place for the very rich. Anyway I had a very satisfying Irish smoked salmon that cost 15 pounds. I have no idea why W + J keep converting the pounds to sg dollars; that way u'll nv be able to enjoy anything decent in London. J ended up with a cheese + goat milk Quiche. What a UNIQUE taste. lol. Totally there was a strong after taste of goaty feeling. I cant take that. Really spoils my taste. Haha. J was there "enjoying" it... damn funny. Airport wasn't that crowded... or was it just us? Being there 3 1/2 hours before. Usual plane ride... n here i am back in singapore on the 12 May. I must say 4 wks is really a short time in germany. Just when I feel that we were starting to get immersed into the culture of germany and we had to leave. Sad. I miss the not so crowded streets of darmstadt and the beautiful feeling of al fresco dining. Something that we'll nv be able to get here in singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6819010444877044415?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6819010444877044415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6819010444877044415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6819010444877044415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6819010444877044415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-day-overseas-11-june.html' title='Last day overseas, 11 June'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2CoQh0UeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KR9xaAvZFh0/s72-c/DSCF0552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8792956146306649692</id><published>2007-06-10T11:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:44:54.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr1-QQh0UYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Wv4FyXRm3cM/s1600-h/DSCF0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr1-QQh0UYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Wv4FyXRm3cM/s320/DSCF0499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097369171033084290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me at Trafalgar Square &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr1_Qgh0UZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Hqd8ZMy9vIQ/s1600-h/P6100823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr1_Qgh0UZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Hqd8ZMy9vIQ/s320/P6100823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097370274839679378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some posing at the fountain in front of Buckingham Palace&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2AAgh0UaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/czS2njXgMQk/s1600-h/DSCF0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2AAgh0UaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/czS2njXgMQk/s320/DSCF0519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097371099473400226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of Buckingham Palace&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2AdAh0UbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fpahbkOjhHw/s1600-h/DSCF0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2AdAh0UbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fpahbkOjhHw/s320/DSCF0536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097371589099671986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; St Paul's Cathedral &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2AxAh0UcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/oHRl6ywkmGY/s1600-h/DSCF0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2AxAh0UcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/oHRl6ywkmGY/s320/DSCF0540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097371932697055682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the Tate Modern in the background, never went in though, not really an artistic person&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2BRgh0UdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hUNLKewVelM/s1600-h/DSCF0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr2BRgh0UdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hUNLKewVelM/s320/DSCF0547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097372491042804178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice evening sun by the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as mentioned in my earlier post, don't feel like writing anything today, will update when I feel like it, anyway, the only thing i would like to talk about is the use of chopsticks. This day we were at Wagamama a noodle cafe and well... someone beside me, a chinese, of all people in the restaurant asked for a set of fork and spoon coz this person can't use chopsticks, lol, jokes. I shall not name names. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8792956146306649692?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8792956146306649692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8792956146306649692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8792956146306649692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8792956146306649692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/london-day-2.html' title='London Day 2'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr1-QQh0UYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Wv4FyXRm3cM/s72-c/DSCF0499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6028869930081935952</id><published>2007-06-08T18:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:45:02.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr17bQh0USI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qdWXYdVBgEg/s1600-h/DSCF0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr17bQh0USI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qdWXYdVBgEg/s320/DSCF0408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097366061476761890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrods&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr17wwh0UTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vgWGwXEsoIQ/s1600-h/DSCF0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr17wwh0UTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vgWGwXEsoIQ/s320/DSCF0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097366430843949362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n W at the Big Ben&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr18Kgh0UUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uxLjTmHOxl8/s1600-h/DSCF0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr18Kgh0UUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uxLjTmHOxl8/s320/DSCF0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097366873225580866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The London Eye&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr18iwh0UVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-aje27JLAlU/s1600-h/DSCF0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr18iwh0UVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-aje27JLAlU/s320/DSCF0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097367289837408594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n J in the London Eye&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr182wh0UWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hedyBnA3VIs/s1600-h/DSCF0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr182wh0UWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hedyBnA3VIs/s320/DSCF0438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097367633434792290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some emo pic of me, but hey, a nice view up the London Eye&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr19Rgh0UXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4twL_XC_Hnc/s1600-h/DSCF0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr19Rgh0UXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4twL_XC_Hnc/s320/DSCF0489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097368092996292978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice Tower Bridge, at first I thought this was the London Bridge but no, there's another bridge named the London Bridge and is nowhere near the beauty of this , London Bridge is just another normal bridge just down the river &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really have the feel to write anything at the moment, so i'm just posting up photos taken in London first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6028869930081935952?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6028869930081935952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6028869930081935952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6028869930081935952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6028869930081935952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/london-day-1.html' title='London Day 1'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rr17bQh0USI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qdWXYdVBgEg/s72-c/DSCF0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-8846422877597096095</id><published>2007-06-03T17:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:45:04.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Wkend, Sat - Mannheim ; Sun - Frankensteinburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdDowh0ULI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YWRj88icdKI/s1600-h/DSCF0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdDowh0ULI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YWRj88icdKI/s320/DSCF0365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095615870893576370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some garden in the middle of Mannheim &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdEsgh0UMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WrZp4Qcf-GI/s1600-h/DSCF0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdEsgh0UMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/WrZp4Qcf-GI/s320/DSCF0369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095617034829713602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nicely furnished interior of the church in Mannheim&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdFZAh0UNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/60d-ex7yFuI/s1600-h/DSCF0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdFZAh0UNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/60d-ex7yFuI/s320/DSCF0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095617799333892306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge pieces of meat on this huge satay stick, lol, with pure wine, the rest of them had wine-schorle, NUBs! lol, kk, j/king.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdGOAh0UOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/648m5OpG72c/s1600-h/DSCF0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdGOAh0UOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/648m5OpG72c/s320/DSCF0383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095618709866959074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ruins at Frankensteinburg, doesn't the doorway look like a face? &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdG6wh0UPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2VPz0JVvhwI/s1600-h/SNV31129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdG6wh0UPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2VPz0JVvhwI/s320/SNV31129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095619478666105074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time that close to a horse, they are really beautiful.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdHhgh0UQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-jmBLXXcVH4/s1600-h/SNV31140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdHhgh0UQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-jmBLXXcVH4/s320/SNV31140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095620144386035970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n W at Frankenstein&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdH1Ah0URI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TWUGzajcZ8Y/s1600-h/DSCF0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdH1Ah0URI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TWUGzajcZ8Y/s320/DSCF0382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095620479393485074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and A at this uber old catapult, if i'm not wrong its from the 1200s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this very saturday, me,J , W, BM made a trip down to Mannheim. When i'm writing this its already the 6 Aug, I don't quite remember what we actually did on that day. We were there, walking around, looking at more churches n old buildings. Its getting kinda repetitive already and therefore boring. We were walking around in town and I remember we had this jap lunch at this small stall run by a taiwanese. Of coz the uncle there looked happy when he actually saw more chinese patronizing him. As what most chinese will do when they see chinese in a foreign country, we got some special treatment - free soup and extra tea if my memory still serves me. Next up was this funfair we went to, i'm not sure if it was kind of a impromptu event planned but it sure does look quite normal to me other than the helicopter ride that it offered. Well... other than some foodstuff they sell there and kiddy rides, somehow it was like a flea market as well, for cars, bikes, sofas and many other stuff. Well... it was normal so I din really get a shot of the place. I did wanna get this dragon thingy there as it looked kinda cool but J mentioned it being as evil or something... as my father says... if someone mentions smthing like that, better believe than not. Next was the S-Bahn ride, their S-Bahn indeed is more posh than those in Darmstadt, sorry no pics for that as well, n well so much for the automated toilet, the first time i've seen a toilet stuck and people just use it as it is. The bowl was like overflowing - the joke was, i went into the toilet first after W, W mentioned something like something was spoilt, didn't really expressed herself that well... until I went in and saw it for myself. It was like 'OMFGWTFBBQ!'. The fluid in the bowl was like going to overflow anytime soon and u can actually see it swaying here and there following the train's movements. It was like if i'm gonna use it first, J wouldn't be able to sit on it you see, coz it was seriously near the brim. So I went out and kindly let J use it first. It was the joke of the day. Some crazy shit on the train man, luckily nothing solid was floating on it, lol. After that we went to this small town where there was this small fest happening. Suppose to taste the wine there, but I ended up getting a glass only. As usual, J and W had to try them but just refused to finished this glass of schorle( its wine mixed with carbonated water), they were sharing somemore. I wondered y wasn't I that nice to just buy a glass myself n let them try mine instead rather than having the pain to push the drinks here and there. Oh well, its over already. Once again, they were selling this huge satay stick, Speiss, i think that's what they call it. Very nice, tender and the same time juicy, man, i do miss it. Think it'll cost a bomb for such a huge stick of meat in singapore. Well... guess this marks the end of Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sun, me, W and A went down to Frankensteinburg. It was like on top of this mountain near our stadt(Eberstadt) and it will kinda be a wasted trip if we didn't get the chance to get to the castle which is at the top of the hill in Eberstadt. The journey up was a pain man. I mean its been so long since I ever last exercised and I see older folks going up like effortlessly, bikers as well. Some foresty sceneries up, nothing interesting, juz that W got panicky coz there were a few orange slugs, lol. Personally, i've never seen them before, they looked kinda ugh, i dunnoe how to describe it. Well, but the thing is, even for a guy, when they see something they don't really like the feeling of it, we are suppose to keep our calm. Freaking out seems to be the unique _______ of gals (sorry can't think of the word to fit it, dun mind suggestions though). Anyway, you ppl get what i mean. Ok, I should stop the deviation, anyway we got to the top of the castle in an hour's time. Well.. we could see Darmstadt, Eberstadt and Frankfurt on the top. There was another town we saw coz my host did mention about it but well.. i forgot what was the last town's name. Nothing fantastic really, just that the locals like to climb up this hill on weekends as a recreation and then enjoy an alfresco lunch / breakfast at the top of the hill. Very nice indeed, sad to speak there's no such thing in singapore, no peaks for us to enjoy the wind and the feel the magnificence of nature. As much as i love nature, i fear it at the same time. Humans are just so weak compared to the predators or living fears of nature. Humans die to a snake bite, or insect bite maybe, can't outrun land predators nor outswim the sharks in the sea, jellyfish can kill humans as well, if you are thinking of the not so fast. That's how fragile how humans can be. Anyway, we had an encounter with this couple who breeds horse, they are beautiful I must say. Had a couple of pictures with the horses. After that we just made our way down, almost got lost though, haha, coz we didn't take our original route down, just anyhow wack through the forest. Seriously, we walked until there's no foot tracks to be seen, lol, luckily we hit the road and asked for directions, lol. What a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-8846422877597096095?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8846422877597096095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=8846422877597096095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8846422877597096095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/8846422877597096095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/3rd-wkend-sat-mannheim-sun.html' title='3rd Wkend, Sat - Mannheim ; Sun - Frankensteinburg'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RrdDowh0ULI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YWRj88icdKI/s72-c/DSCF0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-2914825594065636428</id><published>2007-06-01T14:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:45:07.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Wk in Darmstadt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8cFwh0T8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/x5bTlcgWBIQ/s1600-h/P1070725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8cFwh0T8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/x5bTlcgWBIQ/s320/P1070725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093320588830986178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merck &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8dTgh0T9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MB9WmhabUVs/s1600-h/P1070734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8dTgh0T9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MB9WmhabUVs/s320/P1070734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093321924565815250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Chef &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8dmwh0T-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/AQZHYc_iUsU/s1600-h/P1070738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8dmwh0T-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/AQZHYc_iUsU/s320/P1070738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093322255278297058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dish, Spargel mit Hollandaise sauce, of coz there will always be a meat item that accompanies it. &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8d2gh0T_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TL0bgkZtWnU/s1600-h/P1070740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8d2gh0T_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TL0bgkZtWnU/s320/P1070740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093322525861236722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert of the day&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8eTQh0UAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6HGUTOPK-T8/s1600-h/DSC_8233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8eTQh0UAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6HGUTOPK-T8/s320/DSC_8233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093323019782475778" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8e9Qh0UBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/by0-QqDI8ik/s1600-h/DSCF0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8e9Qh0UBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/by0-QqDI8ik/s320/DSCF0325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093323741336981522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some printing block exhibition outside the printing museum in Mainz&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8feAh0UCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3ffwDmiTP30/s1600-h/DSCF0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8feAh0UCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3ffwDmiTP30/s320/DSCF0329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093324303977697314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some modern artistic structure contrasting with the old church in the background&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8gVgh0UEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aX18tsbBLPc/s1600-h/DSCF0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8gVgh0UEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aX18tsbBLPc/s320/DSCF0340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093325257460437058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main door of the church, there's some inscription on the door if we look closely.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8gtAh0UFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PW7x6Blq7Gs/s1600-h/DSCF0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8gtAh0UFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PW7x6Blq7Gs/s320/DSCF0355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093325661187362898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very nice inner cloister of the church.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8hVgh0UHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sp-OLNsLxy8/s1600-h/DSCF0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8hVgh0UHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sp-OLNsLxy8/s320/DSCF0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093326356972064882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path leading to the catacombs, well.. you can try finding Andariel in there, lol.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8m4Ah0UJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nqiSHw_A9rE/s1600-h/DSCF0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8m4Ah0UJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nqiSHw_A9rE/s320/DSCF0359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093332447235690642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red signs leads to the river while the blue ones ran parallel to it, interesting.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8high0UII/AAAAAAAAAHk/t5UgpQjR7lU/s1600-h/P1070854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8high0UII/AAAAAAAAAHk/t5UgpQjR7lU/s320/P1070854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093326580310364290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half meter long sausage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I kinda thought the 3rd wk was boring. The day we got back to school, we had an excursion to Merck in the afternoon. It was this pharmaceutical product production factory, no pictures were allowed in the compound and well... neither did I bother about taking pictures from outside. Seriously, I wasn't interested in that area maybe coz i'm just a mechanical engineer. The rest seemed very enthusiastic about it, keep asking questions and stuff.. and to me was.. zzzz. Well, the only thing good about it was, there was a tea reception... lol, the cakes were alright, but the tea there was... well.. maybe i didn't really know how to appreciate them. Ended up mixing 3 different tea bags into a cup. LOL. They all taste like crap anyway, might as well right... haha.&lt;br /&gt;On wed, we had a cooking lesson. We had the cooking lesson in a hospital, what a weird place. Guess wad, more spargel.... zzz.. I've had a lot in my host family and now we are gonna cook more spargel??! Spargel with hollandaise sauce is what the Germans like, totally not my interest. Well, anyway, we were like specially brought there to learn how to cook this dish... so as always... for show... i'll just say its good to the chef and stuff - like i always do. Well... sadly, i do not have photos for this event as well, too lazy to take out my camera n cook at the same time ya noe. Well... of coz I can get pics from my friends but then again, i think i'm getting lazier by the day - Even changing my hard drive coz my pics are in the other one, its such a chore keep plugging my hard drive in and out ya.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly for the weekdays, we went over to Mainz. Another city in the vicinity of Darmstadt. From what I remember, we were brought there to look at the river Mainz, some architecture stuff, a museum (forgot what the name was, some bible printing and originality thingy - printing museum i guess.) and to try the brewery over there. It didn't really leave a strong impression on me other than the street signs. Coz there were red and blue signs and i think the red signs led to the river while the blue ones ran parallel to the river, so as to facilitate putting out of fire in the olden days, interesting. Oh, and and that buildings around the churches were left intact as the olden day bombers needed the tall churches for navigation purposes so they couldn't destroy their only ground feature, lol, reminds me of looking out for ground features when I was flying, they call it visual flying. Hence you can see a lot of old buildings in Germany surrounding old churches. Well, we ended our day with a dinner at a brewery in Mainz. The half meter long sausage is what we ordered - we didn't expect the sausage to be curled up really, was thinking of how else they were gonna serve such a long sausage, it didn't really look that 'wow' on the plate anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-2914825594065636428?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2914825594065636428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=2914825594065636428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2914825594065636428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/2914825594065636428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/3rd-wk-in-darmstadt.html' title='3rd Wk in Darmstadt'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rq8cFwh0T8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/x5bTlcgWBIQ/s72-c/P1070725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-1179505136756928581</id><published>2007-05-27T06:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:45:11.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day in Switz, Luzern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMRMzCmN2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GzW6rMMZFvk/s1600-h/DSCF0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMRMzCmN2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GzW6rMMZFvk/s320/DSCF0268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085427315788625762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the way up Mt. Pilatus on the cable car, damn the weather man. &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMSfjCmN3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KhM2P2CmGgs/s1600-h/P5270459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMSfjCmN3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KhM2P2CmGgs/s320/P5270459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085428737422800754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Halfway up Mt. Pilatus &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMTPTCmN4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_DRALkfg99M/s1600-h/P5270477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMTPTCmN4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_DRALkfg99M/s320/P5270477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085429557761554306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me on *Misty Mountain*, lol. &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMUJjCmN5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kNqbRjyYON4/s1600-h/P5270483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMUJjCmN5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kNqbRjyYON4/s320/P5270483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085430558488934290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The cafe on Mt. Pilatus, you can see how misty it is... (Gloin's Camp, LOL, ok... only zic, zx, j wong, sean will understand). &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMVkTCmN7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/qMFY2_gkUbU/s1600-h/DSCF0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMVkTCmN7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/qMFY2_gkUbU/s320/DSCF0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085432117562062770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br &gt;Mt. Pilatus on the way down on the cogwheel&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMU3DCmN6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/uwNQtsmr-rA/s1600-h/P5270512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMU3DCmN6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/uwNQtsmr-rA/s320/P5270512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085431340172982178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cogwheel that took us down the mountain&lt;br &gt;&lt;br &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMW4TCmN8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Pzvy1obRiE/s1600-h/P5270553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMW4TCmN8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Pzvy1obRiE/s320/P5270553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085433560671074242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; J + W in the flight Sim. &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMaPDCmOAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SKHrDXxgh6g/s1600-h/SNV30986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMaPDCmOAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SKHrDXxgh6g/s320/SNV30986.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085437250047981570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me, J and W on Lake Luzern &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMYVjCmN9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/zHRLv6jzq_U/s1600-h/DSCF0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMYVjCmN9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/zHRLv6jzq_U/s320/DSCF0316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085435162693875666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clearness of Lake Luzern, notice the bed of the lake and the contrast of the water colours, nice. &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMZCjCmN-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MiWl4PNPqs/s1600-h/DSCF0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMZCjCmN-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MiWl4PNPqs/s320/DSCF0317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085435935787988962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overly cheesy pasta, too much also, fulfilling... not satisfying.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMZiDCmN_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/coGEYThzz0I/s1600-h/DSCF0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMZiDCmN_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/coGEYThzz0I/s320/DSCF0320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085436476953868274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila sunset, if I never remember wrongly. &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMQ6TCmN1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zF2GrtvR2QQ/s1600-h/DSCF0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMQ6TCmN1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zF2GrtvR2QQ/s320/DSCF0258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085426997961045842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The claustrophobic W in the hotel lift, lol &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMQrjCmN0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/83pzeA3gcMA/s1600-h/DSCF0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMQrjCmN0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/83pzeA3gcMA/s320/DSCF0257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085426744557975362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; J enjoying her *crust only* croissant breakfast &lt;br &gt;&lt;br &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up, seriously thought they say wake up at 8am but it was to meet at 8, lol, zzz, made me the latest. I had the best breakfast since 2 weeks in Germany man. American style breakfast buffet. Though it wasn't a feast but it was more than sufficient. I went for 3 rounds also, haha. After that we went up to Mount Pilatus. The scenery was magnificent, very beautiful, well... on the way up and down only. The peak was damn misty, really can't see shit. It was kinda like a wasted trip. It would be very much better if it was sunnier and there wasn't that much clouds. We took a cable car up and then a cogwheel down followed by a ferry ride. After that was the transport museum (Verkehrshaus der Schweiz). Somehow we went in without paying. Well... you are supposed to pay and get this green sticker on you showing that you ACTUALLY paid for it. LOL. We didn't have it while looking at everyone else with that sticker on them. Ok, hush hush, *we don't know anything*, haha. W + J tried the 3D- motion flight simulator in there, screamed their lungs out. Lol. They are the only pair inside whose screams can be heard from outside... sigh... kids.... haha. Alright, dinner was well... wasn't as good as I expected, firstly it was kinda too cheesy then it was too big a portion, should have just ordered the small size. Oh well... guess I felt real hungry at that point of time. We didn't have lunch k. Later in the night, well... had to satisfy W's cravings for cocktails, lol, don't know about J (might just be hiding her cravings =P), went down to the bar and I orders a tequila sunset for them. Nicely done I must say, better than the cocktails at the Grabenfest. However somehow they were kinda going for the juice mixes instead of the alcohol but they wanted the kick.... din want the alcohol taste but wanted the kick... oh well... hou nan fok xi(canto), LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-1179505136756928581?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1179505136756928581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=1179505136756928581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1179505136756928581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1179505136756928581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/2nd-day-in-switz-luzern.html' title='2nd Day in Switz, Luzern'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RpMRMzCmN2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GzW6rMMZFvk/s72-c/DSCF0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3225625862198088521</id><published>2007-05-26T06:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:45:12.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>26 May, First day to Switz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc7oTCmNuI/AAAAAAAAADs/mj9v9d8Z_gY/s1600-h/DSCF0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc7oTCmNuI/AAAAAAAAADs/mj9v9d8Z_gY/s320/DSCF0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082096268002866914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice view from one of the bridges on the river of Luzern &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc8BzCmNvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UNg1a8OmEkk/s1600-h/DSCF0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc8BzCmNvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UNg1a8OmEkk/s320/DSCF0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082096706089531122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me and W &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc8cDCmNwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bkXMhtm__YE/s1600-h/DSCF0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc8cDCmNwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bkXMhtm__YE/s320/DSCF0246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082097157061097218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawings in the famous old bridge in Luzern.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc81zCmNxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l4zt1vvKk5E/s1600-h/P5260394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc81zCmNxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l4zt1vvKk5E/s320/P5260394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082097599442728722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and J on the old bridge.&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc9MzCmNyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JVh7aaRRYDY/s1600-h/P5270419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc9MzCmNyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JVh7aaRRYDY/s320/P5270419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082097994579719970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Fondue, it did taste a little weird though, cheese and wine in it = bitter cheese, can't take it, haha, but at LEAST i tried, lol. &lt;br &gt;&lt;br &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc96TCmNzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8CFEYJEj3oY/s1600-h/DSCF0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc96TCmNzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8CFEYJEj3oY/s320/DSCF0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082098776263767858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying a very nice smoked trout, at an al fresco restaurant.&lt;br &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was well to Frankfurt airport until I saw the gigantic huge long queue at the airport. We reached there at 7 and the flight was at 830, we thought we had enough time considering it was a like a domestic inter-europe flight but we were wrong. We spent 10 mins to find where we were to queue and the rest of the time queuing up. The thing was, we were nowhere near the check-in counters even at 740. W + J went to try the quick check-in machines (which looks like atm machines) while I was in the queue. At 750, 30 mins before flight check-in time closes, W + J got themselves checked in and I was stranded. Well, I sorta got that certain shitty feeling of missing a flight, but oh well... After some frantic asking around, I got to change my tix while W + J made a mad rush for the gate. I must say the route there wasn't short after trying it for myself during the walk for my next flight. That took me an hour walking through EVERYTHING WITHOUT STOP, including dropping my baggage off provided that I used the quick check-in machines. I don't know if i'm lucky but I made it to the aircraft (bus shuttle) like just before the flight take-off time. Well, on the plane I made a new friend though. Her name is Julia, an english teacher in the late 30s from England teaching in Germany, Karlsruhe. She made a made rush for the gate as well, lol, what lousy system in Frankfurt airport I must say. She intro-ed me to study in Karlsruhe and well... helped me take a few photos out of the plane just before landing. Ok, now here's the best part, I landed and waited for my luggage which didn't come. OH Great. Now I have to make a report for a missing luggage, what a JOKE. There's always a first time for EVERYTHING. LOL. The whole day I was making calls with my debit card to check the status of my baggage. Survived the day without my clothes and stuff... oh well.. no comments about that. Made me get another T-shirt, well.. not a bad one, I'm quite happy with that buy. I was actually prepared for a gone baggage but it actually came back, on the night of the second day in Switz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day in Switz, we were actually spending our time walking around in Zurich for awhile while waiting for our hotel check-in time and after going to Luzern to drop our stuff, we walked the old streets in Luzern. Its really a nice place, very quiet in the old streets, no cars are allowed inside as well. The whole of the day we were just walking around and taking pictures. In the night we were walking along the banks of Lake Luzern, its quiet as well... I would say its very romantic sitting along the benches by the river bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3225625862198088521?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3225625862198088521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3225625862198088521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3225625862198088521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3225625862198088521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/26-may-first-day-to-switz.html' title='26 May, First day to Switz'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Roc7oTCmNuI/AAAAAAAAADs/mj9v9d8Z_gY/s72-c/DSCF0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-855747220720413491</id><published>2007-05-25T13:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:45:14.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Week in Germany (Mathildenhohe, Frankfurt city, Grabenfest)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rnyh6frj7eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5NXlnxlz9CQ/s1600-h/P1070334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rnyh6frj7eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5NXlnxlz9CQ/s320/P1070334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079112506075770338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film studio wif some of the sch's film team &lt;br &gt;&lt;br &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rnyg2_rj7dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ngLMJngAfTo/s1600-h/P1070352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rnyg2_rj7dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ngLMJngAfTo/s320/P1070352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079111346434600402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many artistic buildings in the Kunstkolonie &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnymS_rj7jI/AAAAAAAAACk/2EgdJcIn7sg/s1600-h/DSC_7257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnymS_rj7jI/AAAAAAAAACk/2EgdJcIn7sg/s320/DSC_7257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079117325029076530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathildenhohe grp pic&lt;br &gt;&lt;br &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rnyjz_rj7gI/AAAAAAAAACM/3ZGdt4Qc6wE/s1600-h/DSC_7423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rnyjz_rj7gI/AAAAAAAAACM/3ZGdt4Qc6wE/s320/DSC_7423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079114593429876226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the opera house in Frankfurt&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnynYPrj7kI/AAAAAAAAACs/zpQJCpC1Oa4/s1600-h/DSCF0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnynYPrj7kI/AAAAAAAAACs/zpQJCpC1Oa4/s320/DSCF0169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079118514735017538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nice View of Frankfurt &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rnyiv_rj7fI/AAAAAAAAACE/TIi8JwOjeQA/s1600-h/P5240276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rnyiv_rj7fI/AAAAAAAAACE/TIi8JwOjeQA/s320/P5240276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079113425198771698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top of frankfurt building with J and B&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnykuPrj7hI/AAAAAAAAACU/1WUfwzqL5gM/s1600-h/DSC_7513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnykuPrj7hI/AAAAAAAAACU/1WUfwzqL5gM/s320/DSC_7513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079115594157256210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meat kebab&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnylqPrj7iI/AAAAAAAAACc/nju3SJblQsE/s1600-h/DSC_7521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnylqPrj7iI/AAAAAAAAACc/nju3SJblQsE/s320/DSC_7521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079116624949407266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished meat kebab&lt;br &gt;&lt;br &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say its a real boring week in Germany compared to the 4 weeks we had there. We all had this filming project that I was kinda sianz of... i'm don't really fancy projects ya noe. I always thought the project themes of each group wasn't really wad we wanted. Coz we were told to brainstorm ideas, and each group sort of like 'picked' a topic first to brainstorm thinking that it was juz another *brainstorming session*. Who knows... that idea each grp picked became their theme! I must admit some of them were real hard stuff to film. Especially for the group on cooking whereby none of them in the grp really knew how to cook in the first place! LOL. What a joke siah. Somehow W became the joke of GY ever since that day. Another grp was kinda ambitious at first, thinking of an animated talking bread, lol, it was A's grp, they are real creative i must say. As usual, mine grp's proj is DA simplest, which I like it also =P. We finished it the fastest amongst all the grp. We even had time to look for a chinese song to insert into it as a backgrd music and adding subs and stuff. Other than the project, we also visited the Mathildenhohe and Frankfurt city (am Main). The Mathildenhohe wasn't very interesting I must say, its full of artistic buildings which I don't really know how to appreaciate. Maybe zic n zx should go there instead, helps in their archi stuff ya know. Well, at least there was an interesting incident which kept us entertained throughout the day. B and her little crush on the tutor, lol. Ok, Frankfurt city was...another photo taking session. We went up to the tallest building in the city and had quite a breathtaking view up there. Very unfortunately our cameras weren't able to capture it. Walk in the city, pictures of churches and stuff... Oh and after Frankfurt city tour (by the tutors), we went back to Darmstadt for the Grabenfest. Its a music festival like a pasar malam in Sg with many different stages set up ard the area for different type of musics. Its quite cool. There's dis meat kebab we bought there n it rawkz, lol. And for the first time, i think, it was like W + J first time trying cocktails and they love it, haha. Its really a nice festival juz that we couldn't stay late, the cabs there are expensive and no S-Bahns (Street trams) late at nite. That sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Extra stuff* (uhm Christians might not wanna read this, its juz a discussion really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for a train back to Darmstadt from Frankfurt, coz there was a news about bomb on the trains so we had to wait for the police to finish investigating. Me and Arnold had a small discussion on religion with several other christians (well... no offence really, it was more of juz me and arnold coz we din really wanted to offend them as we were free thinkers). Arnold mentioned a very good point which i haven really thought of: Gals are easily conned into the church thats why so many gals are in church. LOL. Then more guys will wan to get into church juz coz of the gals! Then as more gals r conned into it, more guys will join church. Hence the huge number of christians. HAHA. A very wonderful chain effect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-855747220720413491?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/855747220720413491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=855747220720413491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/855747220720413491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/855747220720413491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/2nd-week-in-germany-mathildenhohe.html' title='2nd Week in Germany (Mathildenhohe, Frankfurt city, Grabenfest)'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rnyh6frj7eI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5NXlnxlz9CQ/s72-c/P1070334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3909462363825898922</id><published>2007-05-20T15:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:45:15.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Wkend in Germany (cont - Sonntag)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_OHPrj7rI/AAAAAAAAADk/hDekTluJYhM/s1600-h/DSCF0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_OHPrj7rI/AAAAAAAAADk/hDekTluJYhM/s320/DSCF0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080005528560856754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Da world's biggest beer keg! &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_JCPrj7lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_UkG0zsBqPs/s1600-h/DSCF0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_JCPrj7lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_UkG0zsBqPs/s320/DSCF0104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079999945103371858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A nice view over to Heidelberg Castle from Philosopher's Way&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_Ji_rj7mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/up0yroU9BrM/s1600-h/DSCF0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_Ji_rj7mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/up0yroU9BrM/s320/DSCF0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080000507744087650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great middle ages street at the foothill of Heidelberg castle, me with HM and XQ. Sometimes you just have to be there personally to feel it, trust me, pictures are hard to tell. &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_NCPrj7oI/AAAAAAAAADM/N0dIWKOFQ7Y/s1600-h/DSCF0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_NCPrj7oI/AAAAAAAAADM/N0dIWKOFQ7Y/s320/DSCF0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080004343149883010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantastic Cabonara Pasta, don't be deceived by the plain looks of it k, it rawkz &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_NPvrj7pI/AAAAAAAAADU/nQReUH0Pg-g/s1600-h/DSCF0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_NPvrj7pI/AAAAAAAAADU/nQReUH0Pg-g/s320/DSCF0121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080004575078117010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breathtaking view from up the castle, notice the different types of buildings in the far end. The contrast of modern architecture vs old. &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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_MV_rj7nI/AAAAAAAAADE/aSBVEbpSrrk/s1600-h/DSC_7098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_MV_rj7nI/AAAAAAAAADE/aSBVEbpSrrk/s320/DSC_7098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080003582940671602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yay!, me in armour. Ok, lets go cheong dungeon now n slay da dragon, lol&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_N5_rj7qI/AAAAAAAAADc/WoTjOKOWtbQ/s1600-h/DSCF0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_N5_rj7qI/AAAAAAAAADc/WoTjOKOWtbQ/s320/DSCF0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080005300927590050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How cool is this, try reading that =P!&lt;br &gt;&lt;br &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on Sunday we all went to Heidelberg except for J and B coz their host are gonna bring them there some other weekend and the host is like knowledgeable n stuff so they wanted more of a history session i suppose. Lucky for me i took Arnold's host's car to Heidelberg, don't have to take the chui train over there. I must say his host is a real funny guy. Taught him how to sing a german song... well.. was very enthusiastic to teach us all German. Sometimes I think he himself is a joke lo. LOL. First thing we did at Heidelberg was going to the Philosopher's way. Its a long winding path up a hill. I had no idea how far we walked but it was damn steep and we didn't finish it also. Damn shag siah. Can't believe its another day of walking on top of Sat. We didn't really have time to finish it also, if not we'll miss the train timings back. So we asked ard n got the way down and across to Heidelberg Castle. Anyway the scenery up along the path on Philosopher's way was not bad, until we got up to the castle itself - it was even better! Oh well, anyway before we made our way up the castle, I had an unforgettable Cabonara pasta made by this restaurant on the foothill of it. Damn good, never regretted paying 8 euro for it. The sauce was like juz nice, not too cheesy n stuff. Real good stuff I must say, haven't really got to try one like that in sg yet. So... on to the castle... another steep path up... -.-, a bloody hot day as well - 33deg if I nv remember wrongly. Once again, another great architectural site, beautiful carvings by artisans. Not to mention the wonderful view on top of it - the whole of Heidelberg city and the river. Of the whole grp that went there, there were 2 separate grps, one there juz for the pics and another pics and some history lesson. I belonged to the one with the history lesson, so I joined the guided tour into the castle. Though nothing much inside interests me, at least I feel that i've learnt something, not a wasted trip. Purely taking photos... doesn't really appeal to me that much; its like since i'm already there, might as well go for the tour and learn something rite. Oh well... anyway, the only thing that got my attention in the castle was the extreme coolness of the interior areas despite the temperature outside. As far as I know and after asking the tourguide, the coolness is actually natural, no air-conditioning! Luv it, wish my house was like that also. So oh well.. guess the whole Heidelberg trip was just the castle and well... some very nice streets at the foothills of it, sometimes it just makes me feel like i'm back in the middle ages - Cool (always wanted to feel like that ya)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3909462363825898922?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3909462363825898922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3909462363825898922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3909462363825898922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3909462363825898922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/2nd-wkend-in-germany-cont-sonntag.html' title='2nd Wkend in Germany (cont - Sonntag)'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rn_OHPrj7rI/AAAAAAAAADk/hDekTluJYhM/s72-c/DSCF0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3778060945134680839</id><published>2007-05-19T17:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:45:15.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Wk in Darmstadt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rm7py_rj7TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ctqJlankPZo/s1600-h/DSCF0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rm7py_rj7TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ctqJlankPZo/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075250892390001970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Attic Room - Full of Spideys, creepy as well... lol&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rm7kFvrj7SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/db3ZGUQryz0/s1600-h/DSCF0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rm7kFvrj7SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/db3ZGUQryz0/s320/DSCF0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075244617442782498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rhein River View halfway up Sankt Gott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First wk in darmstadt, i arrived with a bunch of people whom i hardly know anyone at all. Somehow in the first wk, i've got this very irritating n painful headache throughout the week, really a spoiler; finished up 5 pills of panadol. Furthermore the first wk was like raining shit. Rain when there's outing... lousy weather during the trip on river Rhein. Cold n rainy is the last thing I want for the start of my holidays. I'm like the onli person in the whole class who didn't have a dictionary or books. Totally in a holiday mood. Not like I PURPOSELY din bring my dict... its really i forgot about it. Luckily there's dictionary in my host house. If not i think i really won't learn any German at all man. Lol. My previous wkend which i spent at my host house was my lousiest wkend ever; cant believe i was watching tv for the whole wkend. What a waste of time. Crappy first wk.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my room. Its da attic. Full of spiderwebs n stuff. I've seen 2 wasps already in the first wk of my stay in the toilet. Damn big shit. I was damn scared of that big thing la. Never have I seen a wasp in such close up. Black n yellow strips on the tail n hairy somemore. Shucks. Maybe I shouldn't have let them out of the window in the first place; give me more trouble instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3778060945134680839?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3778060945134680839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3778060945134680839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3778060945134680839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3778060945134680839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-wk-in-darmstadt.html' title='First Wk in Darmstadt'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/Rm7py_rj7TI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ctqJlankPZo/s72-c/DSCF0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6207007281487795458</id><published>2007-05-19T07:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:45:16.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd wkend in Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnUUVPrj7bI/AAAAAAAAABk/1AxNFIq5U9c/s1600-h/DSCF0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnUUVPrj7bI/AAAAAAAAABk/1AxNFIq5U9c/s320/DSCF0083.JPG"   border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076986510149152178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;This is one of the main shopping streets in Frankfurt near Zeil.&lt;/small&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnUVjfrj7cI/AAAAAAAAABs/ypHXi4ekvpQ/s1600-h/DSCF0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnUVjfrj7cI/AAAAAAAAABs/ypHXi4ekvpQ/s320/DSCF0095.JPG"  border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076987854473915842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;The lake Woog - One of the 2 lakes in Darmstadt.&lt;/small&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnURyfrj7YI/AAAAAAAAABM/f4L2gBTV6Xo/s1600-h/DSCF0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnURyfrj7YI/AAAAAAAAABM/f4L2gBTV6Xo/s320/DSCF0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076983714125442434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;The Famous Hundertwasserhaus - Special for its non-linearity and no 2 windows are the same.&lt;/small&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/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnURQPrj7XI/AAAAAAAAABE/I89RhP6eyPM/s1600-h/DSCF0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnURQPrj7XI/AAAAAAAAABE/I89RhP6eyPM/s320/DSCF0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076983125714922866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;One of the many old streets in Darmstadt.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit this wkend is definitely better than my first. At least i didn't spend time rotting at home and watching german tv which I totally have no idea what they are talking about. On Sat, well... amazingly i went shopping with J, W, WJ, B in frankfurt. I must say it was kinda like my first time doing some actually shopping, walking into everyshop and looking at almost everything. It was damn tiring, i have no idea how the gals actually can take it. LOL. Well, as what they always say, retail therapy is like one of their top self entertainment thingy. Its like me playing games on the computer for 8 hours straight n I don't get tired looking at the computer screen. But I must say the former definitely is healthier than my games; but sometimes it'll be quite hard on the wallet especially when things are sold in Euros and the number value of things stay the same as seen in singapore just that the currency is different. Pain! Nevertheless, W still bought a top for 5 euros; cheaper than most food found in Germany. lol. I guess this was all for Sat. Sun was a walk in Darmstadt, led by W + B's host - Gulustan (i have no idea how to spell her name). Ok, its definitely more shag than the shopping in Frankfurt. After so long of no exercise then the host walk so far n fast somemore, wah, it was damn tiring, haha. Well, at least there r certain nice streets in darmstadt, old buildings(Hundertwasserhaus)and stuff. There was one thing i notice about Gulustan - she's sehr sehr particular about our pronunciation; esp with the name of the lake "Woog". Anyway we ended our day with a kebab again! Before that we went to the very same stall at Luisen Platz for breakfast. I kinda forgot if it was this particular night that J had the messiest kebab meal eva! Who actually eats the kebab horizontally?! With all the 'chap' dripping from both ends of the kebab - messy n chui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6207007281487795458?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6207007281487795458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6207007281487795458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6207007281487795458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6207007281487795458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/2nd-wkend-in-germany.html' title='2nd wkend in Germany'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/RnUUVPrj7bI/AAAAAAAAABk/1AxNFIq5U9c/s72-c/DSCF0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-983714974924955426</id><published>2007-05-04T07:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T07:52:35.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring days</title><content type='html'>Well... its after the exams, somehow I've no idea what I want to do for the rest of my holidays. At least the trip to Germany is taking up a month of my 'do nothing' time. Now I suppose those who have finished their exams are out partying or something but seriously, how long can these partying last? I've been sleeping at 2+ and waking up at 12 every single day ever since my last paper (self-declared) on last wed. This is really a waste of my life. Dota-ing every night is making me real tired of playing it anymore. I've finished the 3 movies I got last week and 3 episodes of Bleach. CNC 3 isn't really that addictive either since I can be here blogging and am not in it. &lt;br /&gt;Well, since I'm so free I might as well think of some issues which may / may not have been bugging myself. Are relationship issues worth my time thinking about them? There's really not much point thinking about them day and night when I don't intend to do anything. There are some people who spend so much time thinking so deep into the certain meanings of a gal's actions or even how they talk to you and stuff. I kinda doubt we'll ever know what gals are trying to do because they are sometimes just too complicated or maybe its just the nature of humans. Everytime we want to do something, there are just so many factors that will affect our decisions. Perhaps those who succeed in a relationship do not actually think that much. Would we call it following our feelings blindly? Or would it be what my friends would say during our game 'just force our way through'? Ignore all external factors, ignore what people think, ignore what friends say ignore what the gal thinks of you and stuff. Seriously, what am I talking about? I'm just too bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-983714974924955426?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/983714974924955426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=983714974924955426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/983714974924955426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/983714974924955426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/boring-days.html' title='Boring days'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-6684495732271125948</id><published>2007-04-12T15:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:27:15.455+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring nites</title><content type='html'>Actually, i've already lost count to how many boring nights I have. Seriously, I have like tons of things to do but somehow during the night, there's just no motivation to do anything. I always feel damn tired in the night especially after school ends at 8. The drive home was like using my last bit of energy, focusing on the roads, blasting my music just to keep me awake. Now I have to clean up my toilet coz somehow my bro's dog is still sharing the toilet with me, despite the fact that he's in the army already and won't be back until 3 wks later. Zzz. The thought of cleaning the toilet up every other day juz somehow bothers me. I'm tired and i don't want to clean the toilet up when I get home, I just wanna chill, talk to some people and hopefully get some things done. Exams are in 10 days. Hardly I know what I'm supposed to know. The worse you can get is you don't know what you don't know. Which reminds me, I always get fked by my air force instructors last time coz I don't know what I don't know and I don't know enought what I'm supposed to know. Lol. This is bad, I better do something now man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a talk with yeilem on msn, its been quite some time since I had a long chat with her. LOL. She helped me analyse some stuff. Don't know if I did gain any new insights but I know if one day I did confess to a gal like her, I'll definitely get a slap instead. LOL. Wrong techniques ya. Sometimes you just gotta get some opinions from gals but gals too do differ in personality and stuff, nothing's fixed, everything's hard to say. Something that works on one might not work on the other. Humans are indeed complicated creatures. That's it, I'm losing to my bro already, haha. Can I just go study now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-6684495732271125948?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6684495732271125948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=6684495732271125948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6684495732271125948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/6684495732271125948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/boring-nites.html' title='Boring nites'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-643714685568952586</id><published>2007-03-20T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:03:37.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MNO Group study - Just a hoax</title><content type='html'>YES, today I found out a dark secret of MNO group study! NEVER believe that they'll pay you the maximum amount of money. Today, there was this game. My room was told that my room was the donor and the other room (at the same time there were also people doing the study, just different group/room) was the acceptor. We were told that each of us had 20 bucks and we decide how much we want to give to the acceptor in the other room out of the 20 bucks. If the acceptor decides to accept the deal, each of us will get what I donated and what he accepted with regards to my deal. And so happen that I decided to give 5 bucks just to test the system. AND LUCKILY, i was chosen to randomly pick anyone from my group to be actually playing with real money. AND VERY LUCKILY, I RANDOMLY PICKED MYSELF! OMG, this was my lucky day. So everyone else in the room left and the coordinator told me to wait while he brought my deal over to check out with the 'acceptor'. And he came back telling me that the acceptor does not like my deal and both of us get nothing. Zzz, what kind of IDIOT would choose $0 when he could get $5. So i walked out. Very fortunately the last guy left from the other room came out as well. I engaged him and yes, i asked. I want to know if he's really an idiot man. Guess what, he told me he donated 10 bucks and he got 10 bucks! ZZZ, THERE WAS NO SUCH THING AS AN ACCPETOR! WE ALL GOT CHEATED! Just coz I wanted 15 bucks and I got nothing!? WHAT KIND OF FKED UP PROFESSOR IS DOING THIS SURVEY! So the maximum he'll give is 10 bucks? Pls, NUS sucks. Who's doing the acceptor decisions? The prof? Hey, if i'm picked just give me the 15 bucks k. OR U CAN TELL ME IN PERSON YOU DUN WAN TO GIVE IT TO ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-643714685568952586?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/643714685568952586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=643714685568952586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/643714685568952586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/643714685568952586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/mno-group-study-just-hoax.html' title='MNO Group study - Just a hoax'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4252203663709072427</id><published>2007-03-20T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:52:34.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembcorp Parking in NUS</title><content type='html'>Yea... They totally suck. Why are we paying for the parking when we are already paying 20k for the campus facilities and stuff? Which comes to my point. Spent an hour today arguing for my 15 bucks exit fee from the carpark at SDE. It was like WHAT?! 15 BUCKS?!&lt;br /&gt;Its a university for FARKS sake and i am a STUDENT, not like i'm some outsider trying to park at NUS. So i called the sembcorp ppl, spent 5 mins talking to the intercom person, which i think has totally no control, she keep saying "yes sir, u have to pay the parking fee coz you parked there" , nothing else. How bout I get someone else who has control man. So I called for her superior. Argued awhile, made a fatal mistake (always think before you argue against each argument), when he said "so you are playing with the loophole?", and i replied "yes". Omg, I am one brainless guy man. Then some further talking and arguement, i managed to get him to only make me pay for today only, which is like 6 bucks. The whole thing started coz the nite before I went out and the gantry was up, so I din pay the $8.10 which was indicated. Today morning I was so early that the gantry was up and did not register my car going in. This resulted in the gantry system think I did not go out yesterday + the time i spent today. WTF lo, what kind of stupid system is this. After 5 mins with the intercom person, I called for the superior. Argue here and there, what a waste of my time man. He keep saying they also know about this flaw and they were in the process of changing it into a 24 hour system. But what the hell, now is now can, stop telling me about the future. So after 20 mins of going near the gantry and back out, coz they cant seem to reset the time for today only, (finally argued until i got them to count for the parking time today only), they sent someone over to solve it manually. Then again, I have no idea what are they doing, still cant seem to solve it, or set the time back till this morning only, they finally opened the gantry and let me go without any cost. At least they did not tell me that I had to pay them in the future or whatever. YES, I won for the moment! But sigh, think i'll have to hide my car for a week or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4252203663709072427?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4252203663709072427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4252203663709072427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4252203663709072427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4252203663709072427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/sembcorp-parking-in-nus.html' title='Sembcorp Parking in NUS'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-1327686521389668785</id><published>2007-03-15T04:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T04:41:07.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Love can do</title><content type='html'>Ok, recently me and my group of friends have been furiously talking about gals n stuff. Who likes who and who already has a boyfriend. One of them already has a girlfriend and is constantly thinking about another girl. Another one has never had much contacts/interaction with girls and likes one of them in his course; where the gal already has a boyfriend. Next is another, who has a girlfriend, is thinking about another girl who has a boyfriend. This is a complicated world ya. Haha, I shall not talk about who i like or my targets here; I only know I am one lucky guy who does not have problems like them. LOL. For a month already, this has went on. Oh, regarding my topic, lets name the first 3 guys in order, first I mentioned shall be "A" then "B" then "C". B has a competitor, lol, ok... maybe not one but from what he says, he seems to have the whole world fighting with him! haha. Is that gal really that great?! one of his competitor changed his total image JUST for the gal, from a 'beng' like look till someone who where's polo+ jeans (decent ya) to school everyday. Furthermore he started a blog just for her, writing all his feelings and deeply buried emotions which he cant express. OH , what agony! haha, at least according to him! Great poems written by that guy man. Pls ask me personally if u want his blog address, lol.  Anyway "B" sounds devastated n desperate, haha, ok j/king, "B" pls dun kill me, just for the fun of blog. Ok, lets talk about "A" now, seriously, I wonder if he still has feelings for his current girlfriend. They had some well... ups and downs but I hear more 'downs' from him, as if he planned for the 'down' part. haha. His girlfriend can uber accomodate him now ya. Last time he needed to ask permission when he wanted to play games; now his girlfriend encourage/ don't mind him playing at all. His girlfriend has went through some immense change since when they knew each other. Love is blind, this is well... what I see most of the time. People can do what you think they will never. Just in the name of Love. Now "A" is thinking about another girl all the time. Just a 'hi' from the gal owns all that his girlfriend do for him for the day, lol. Guys do really change fast ya. Ok... I'm a guy too but can't I be the exception? =P Do gals stick to their relationships longer than guys? Why are there cases where love dies off after a period of time? How did a couple even get together in the first place? Another mistaken platonic relationship? I can see its really alot of effort needed for a relationship to last; how bout after marriage? for the next 40 years? maybe 50? What kind of feeling should you get with a girl/guy before you think the other half will last with you for your next don't know how many years? Thinking qns eh... Ok, the last guy "C", this guy has low self esteem when it comes to gals but the thing is he already HAS a girlfriend. How low can it go when you already have a gf? Eh, I've never had 1 ok.  There must be something in you that girls like, right? Don't bother thinking about another girl, she already has a boyfriend. "Her love for him is strong" as quoted by "B" haha... but on different people. Why not you go search for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my lessons almost up, and they are still talking about don't know what, haha.. think its just me, not paying attention to whatever shit they are saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-1327686521389668785?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1327686521389668785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=1327686521389668785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1327686521389668785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1327686521389668785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-love-can-do.html' title='What Love can do'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-653320440322478839</id><published>2007-03-15T03:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T04:18:20.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One period in my lesson</title><content type='html'>Today, I have my laptop with me in my CTW (critical thinking writing) lesson. Can't believe I forgot to check the updated location of BenQ service center. This morning I wanted to bring my laptop for servicing as there is some weird noises with the fan of my lappie. Who knows... spent a dollar on the stupid parking fee, failed in my parallel parking and realised that the company has moved from the place 2 YEARS AGO. Omg, I nubbed. Here I am with my laptop in the lesson due to a dumb mistake. Yes, I am hearing some debate/discussion, I have no idea which is which, and people are talking about recommendations for ethics of cryonics, pre-natal diagnosis and handphone cameras. Seriously, I wonder if they know what they are talking about. People just ask questions just for the sake of asking and the person standing in front is trying to answer them. Frankly speaking, I think most of the time the answers do not really match what the question is asking. Even the teacher is nubbbish. Irrelevant discussions is what I here in the class. Yes... I am here typing and listening at the same time. Most of the stuff  they talk around here interest me none at all; have totally no relevance to me. This whole CTW thingy is a total waste of time. Woah, this 2 guys in front. One of them argues damn strongly about his points, perhaps its his voice but he talks too much. LOL. Trying to take down any opposes with ' I have no idea what he's trying to say '. Then there's this other guy, trys to act pro, haha, sounds like me =P, but he watches too many movies. About this topic on applications of technology in Singapore, he brings in sooo many exaggerated examples of technology from movies, copying fingerprint and hell alot of stuff. LOL, he's too immersed in movies, too many movies aint good ya; at least for him!(get back to reality man) Haha. The tutor doesn't really help with our position paper anyway, I have no idea what she's here for. Everything she says ' i don't know ', totally man... totally no constructive ideas. Haha, its already 30 mins spent on a group, this discussion leads to no where man; I have no idea what they are arguing about. Ethical, non- ethical, oh well.. who gives a shit man. Humans are complicated creatures man, which gives rise to all this nonsense. 5 mins later... its now uber deviating from the subject, I wonder if they know why they are talking about what they are saying now, or how they even started all this shit. Omg, someone just missed the main point and asked a question on it... oh well.. he got shot back by the class. Everyone is soo into this topic, no one really bothers what I am doing behind. Ok, think this is enough description of the lame class and lousy teacher; guess I'll start on a new topic for my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-653320440322478839?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/653320440322478839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=653320440322478839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/653320440322478839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/653320440322478839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-period-in-my-lesson.html' title='One period in my lesson'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-3844007977782398232</id><published>2007-02-02T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:36:16.468+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Platonic Relationship</title><content type='html'>There has always been a question about platonic relationship. Does it really exits? I'm not even sure if I have experienced it before but personally I think such things really do happen. What if a gal and a guy spend an infinite time together? Can they still remain as good friends or will something else happen? Does a gal who is able to clique with you and able to talk about everything under the sun constitute a good female friend or is she interested in you? I have yet to find out. Even if the gal is already attached, does it mean that she cant be interested in you? This society is heavily bounded by morals and the gal has got to stay somehow loyal to her boyfriend. The ladder theory (www.laddertheory.com) shows that a gal differentiates a good male friend and a boyfriend clearly but somehow I think there is an invisible region or gray area in between the top of the 2 ladders. Can you really tell ur boyfriend everthing? or sometimes is it better to not talk about some stuff and share it with your good friend instead? If its such a case, what is a boyfriend for then when you tell the most sensitive issues with your good friend? Does a platonic relationship = boyfriend with no sex? or perhaps I have no idea how to differentiate between liking a person and just taking her as a good friend; to me, they feel the same until now. Perhaps I have not met the gal who will make me feel differently. How differently, that I do not know. Somehow I see couples as = ' a guy and a gal who can communicate really well'. I do not see that special element in a couple which those great love stories talk about. In this case, is it just another 'unknown' plationic relationships? Humans are complicated creatures, or is it juz me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-3844007977782398232?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3844007977782398232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=3844007977782398232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3844007977782398232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/3844007977782398232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/platonic-relationship.html' title='Platonic Relationship'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-1904111993509579678</id><published>2007-01-08T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:19:02.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Sem 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, today is the first day of sem 2. I was glad I didn't bother to wake up for the first maths lecture of the day which started at 8; which means I'll have to wake up at 6 plus when I slept at 2 plus the night before. I only went for this materials science lecture at 4 which was like a total waste of time. This Mr Zhang, I have no idea what is he trying to say for half the time, I mean I had to totally strain my ears just to figure out what word he was trying to say. The swap of German class issue, its really getting frustrating, now there's a clash and I can't get the lecture class that I want; which is like the only one which fits nicely with my timetable. I was given the option of Mon/Thurs 6-8 pm, zzz. AAhhh, I don't want 8-8 Mons and Thurs. What kind of school life are students getting now these days? Some lousy allocation of timing by engineering?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-1904111993509579678?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1904111993509579678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=1904111993509579678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1904111993509579678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/1904111993509579678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-sem-2.html' title='First day of Sem 2'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-5054884494032817624</id><published>2007-01-08T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:14:12.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress 2..??</title><content type='html'>After playing Rappelz for say 1 wk, somehow reminds me that I've not blogged for quite some time and I am wasting my time away playing some mmorpg. Until now, there is still no progress on our plan. Zic doesn't want to do it during his semester. Its like wtf... We have no idea what we want to do yet, no directions. The art guy just wants to focus on his archi stuff. I mean if we want to make this a success, of course we will have to put aside some time for this. Now I'm just blogging just to make sure that this blog is not dead. Can zic not wait for his next holiday to do this? This way its never ever going to get anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-5054884494032817624?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5054884494032817624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=5054884494032817624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/5054884494032817624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/5054884494032817624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/progress-2.html' title='Progress 2..??'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4258230563990710937</id><published>2006-12-21T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:32:26.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:100%; color:#348781"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now its been over a week and I have not made any significant progress to the blog. Don't really know what does the 'meta' tag in the html code works, hope someone can help me with that. The only progress that I've made is having a background picture; but I can't even upload that from my computer! I have to link it from the webby which I found that pic; aahhh, its frustrating trying to learn a code from scratch. From what I know, I have to post alot to somehow get hooked up by google. Hope Zic can do something about this, post some pictures and stuff. Zzzz, still have to wait for him to come back from the UK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4258230563990710937?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4258230563990710937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3821728784609398227&amp;postID=4258230563990710937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4258230563990710937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4258230563990710937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2006/12/progress.html' title='Progress?'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821728784609398227.post-4717491319721094044</id><published>2006-12-10T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:23:44.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family:comic sans MS;font-size:110%;color:#066"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I start a blog is because zic says he wants to do business online. After viewing &lt;b&gt;YT's&lt;/b&gt;  accessory blog; he suddenly has this urge to sell things online to earn more money. Well, I am supposed to be in charge of doing up the blog; meanwhile let me check out some html stuff first.&lt;/bgcolor&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3821728784609398227-4717491319721094044?l=zzzwelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4717491319721094044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3821728784609398227/posts/default/4717491319721094044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzzwelle.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>Zollin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13757127882539696495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_se9HjvmeDA0/SOKRXWBxFYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YXAtIx_dwBE/S220/Kyle.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
