<?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-12574494</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:38:26.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alden eats a world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115893891904630406</id><published>2006-09-22T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:28:39.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am closing this blog. Bye bye all was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115893891904630406?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115893891904630406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115893891904630406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115893891904630406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115893891904630406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-closing-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115885716479727784</id><published>2006-09-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:46:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New link added for a friend. check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fashionwerks.blogspot.com"&gt;www.fashionwerks.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115885716479727784?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115885716479727784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115885716479727784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115885716479727784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115885716479727784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-link-added-for-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115807372173782948</id><published>2006-09-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:08:41.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me, my mom and my brother walking together at the back of the hearse, looking through the glass panel at my dad's coffin. We would momentarily touch the glass. Unity. How ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115807372173782948?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115807372173782948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115807372173782948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115807372173782948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115807372173782948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-my-mom-and-my-brother-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115746418493456641</id><published>2006-09-05T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T06:49:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think in life all sorts of shit happen all the time, most of the time seemingly as if for no reason and not within our understanding. Face it, it's life. Pick up the newspaper and you read all sorts of unfortunate things happenning to innocent people. Old guy gets robbed, young girl gets raped, someone's loved one gets banged down by a car, army guys getting heart attack. I guess you just gotta be happy in life and not think so much. Of course, take extra precaution, for example, don't be an idiot and not look both ways just cause it's a zebra crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that wasn't what made you special Steve Erwin. I wouldn't say your death was untimely. Ironic yes, but not untimely. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115746418493456641?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115746418493456641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115746418493456641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115746418493456641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115746418493456641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-in-life-all-sorts-of-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115669670199046582</id><published>2006-08-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T09:38:22.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well things were just awesome. This is the first time my life where I got a surprise birthday party. I should have seen it coming what with Di's brainless accidental msg to me and all but somehow I still believed everyone's alibis. I didn't hear anyone outside even though I home all along! Thanks for everything people, I hope you guys had fun. Cause I sure did. Thanks to my baby especially, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon. Tim looks like a butch in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115669670199046582?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115669670199046582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115669670199046582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115669670199046582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115669670199046582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-things-were-just-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115626590524492494</id><published>2006-08-22T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:12:58.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a great birthday. Beats the rest hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby I love ya, I'll never forget this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115626590524492494?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115626590524492494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115626590524492494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115626590524492494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115626590524492494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-great-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115567546496405607</id><published>2006-08-15T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:57:52.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well compared to all my friends with all their colourful blog entries about school and what not, this will probably be the most depressing post you will read yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay 2nd day of school so far and I can say for sure today was and will be the absolute worst day ever. It rained really heavily man, really heavily, didn't help with my flu at all. I couldn't find LT32 and after many calls found out I had to take shuttle bus 2a, which I had to wait for 3 times because it was too packed. One of the buses actually broke down infront of me, or so I thought. It just stayed in the middle of the road for like 15 minutes before everyone got off, then the bus took off...... so anyway... I finally got on the bus...and got off the wrong stop....not once but twice. Was 45 minutes late for the lecture. Oh and a vending machine cheated me by deciding not to let my Ritz Bitz fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, but after such a horrible day I kinda know that things will get better for sure. Was fun during the 2 hour break, just me, Lester and Azfat walking round the library like idiots and then youtubing on lester's laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115567546496405607?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115567546496405607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115567546496405607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115567546496405607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115567546496405607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-compared-to-all-my-friends-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115556140166549531</id><published>2006-08-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T06:16:41.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/Image031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/Image031.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/Image029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/Image029.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/DSC01270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/DSC01270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the pic we made Paul Twohill take for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay if they don't decide to edit us out then you'll see me in their upcoming mtv acting like some idiot mesmerized over a (blank) handphone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115556140166549531?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115556140166549531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115556140166549531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115556140166549531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115556140166549531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-this-was-pic-we-made-paul-twohill.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115500980496471105</id><published>2006-08-07T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:03:24.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NUS sucks like shit. I got TWO out of the FOUR modules I bidded for. Bloody fuck la study for 20 years and go through army even and now I have to deal with this rubbish. Now I have to bid for shit I don't even like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn pissed off. Don't get me started on all the losers who went for orientation and then blog bout how cool their dumb groups are and all their dumb photos and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. I think all that's happening in my life has made me this jaded. And I am glad for that in some ways like I don't have anymore stupid childish high expectations ie making stupid friends in school. But I am gonna be dreading waking up early now just to go school. What's so fun about school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115500980496471105?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115500980496471105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115500980496471105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115500980496471105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115500980496471105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/nus-sucks-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115480093097845548</id><published>2006-08-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:02:11.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how someone can act so confident and sure of himself, when the rest of us know it's a facade. And he may think it's all fine and dandy when actually, the rest of us just look down and feel sorry for him. Tsk tsk. Talk about self-esteem problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115480093097845548?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115480093097845548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115480093097845548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115480093097845548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115480093097845548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-funny-how-someone-can-act-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115445421014051118</id><published>2006-08-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:43:30.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day I am gonna do what I always wanted to do, and that is watching a movie by my lonesome. No I don't think it's loser-ish or anything like that, I think it's nice. I would call it a good time, why? I mean for 20 dollars you can catch a show and eat? Not bad I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can't get over it. Jin Yuan actually thought the title of the new movie "Click" featuring Adam Sandler was "Remote Control". And he was so confident haha!.  "Well if ya free this Saturday you wanna watch Remote Control with me and yoda? It's the new flick by adam sandler"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't save the conversation. Not only did it capture Jin Yuan on candid camera, we PUNK'D THE SHIT OUT OF ClARENCE YEO YALL!!! HAHAHAHA. It's related to my nick, iwishiwassupermanhandongcai, interesting? Ask me for more details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115445421014051118?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115445421014051118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115445421014051118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115445421014051118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115445421014051118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-day-i-am-gonna-do-what-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115441419118491892</id><published>2006-07-31T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:36:31.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a new friend at matriculation yesterday. We sat beside each other during the lame freshmen video and he started talking to me. He's from Parkistan, staying at PGP, also taking arts and soci. We started bitching on how lame the matri fair was and how he wanted to just leave and go buy beer. And his name Ozy. haha. I think he and I will make very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dance team wants to pull me in cause I told them I could break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a club in NUS called Democratic Socialist Party. What. The. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115441419118491892?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115441419118491892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115441419118491892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115441419118491892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115441419118491892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-made-new-friend-at-matriculation.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115433944519128754</id><published>2006-07-31T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:50:45.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe with deeper understanding I can accept it , but that probably won't happen. Maybe if it was given a chance I'd understand. Maybe if it wasn't so sudden I wouldn't be so sad right now. It's not very pleasant when your hopes get high than instead of soaring they fade and scatter in the sky. If only you stopped thinking. In the end what's the point. Just like my father. I don't know why things get taken away from me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all I've to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115433944519128754?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115433944519128754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115433944519128754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115433944519128754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115433944519128754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/maybe-it-wasnt-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115376453285969975</id><published>2006-07-24T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:08:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom likes to sleep with a bolster or a pillow atop her ahead lately. I hope it's out of comfort or to shield her eyes from the light and not to hide tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115376453285969975?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115376453285969975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115376453285969975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115376453285969975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115376453285969975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-mom-likes-to-sleep-with-bolster-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115350426844163997</id><published>2006-07-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:51:08.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went down to NUS today to do my QET...sigh...the shame, I got c5 for GP so I had to take the dumb test. Anyway the essay part was kinda tough. Old school tough. "Is there a crucial need to switch to renewable sources of energy in your country?". I wrote a load of shit, and in my point that Singapore's power supply is monopolized, I somehow wrote that the company's name is OUB. Anyway, it's not a monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got quite a bad impression of NUS. I dunno why. Maybe cause of all the chinks. Maybe cause it was hot and I walked like mad. Maybe cause the arts canteen was hot and stuffy and the chicken cutlet was actually chicken skin. Aye...school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115350426844163997?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115350426844163997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115350426844163997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115350426844163997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115350426844163997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-i-went-down-to-nus-today-to-do-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115323300795198749</id><published>2006-07-18T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T07:30:07.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went Esplanade with Gregg and our day was hampered by a few christians who decided to share the love with us.  I thought they were okay since I treated it as just a bunch of us sharing about our lives. 3 of them were nice, one was older and I respected him being down-to-earth, the other was obviously a nice guy whom I bet was made fun of the most, the 3rd guy well, I didn't like the most. Trying to fake an accent and always saying everything was "from experience" doesn't help dude, oh, did I just "burst your bubble?". The 4th guy was okay except he farted and was like "heh heh oops! sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I still find it hard to brush people off who have no ill-intent. Heck tomorrow at esplanade I am meeting this gal from some bank who's gonna enlighten me on some bank shit. My approval of this meeting has nothing to do with the fact that she's quite pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115323300795198749?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115323300795198749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115323300795198749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115323300795198749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115323300795198749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-i-went-esplanade-with-gregg-and-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115307665861245535</id><published>2006-07-16T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:04:18.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am actually dreading to go school now. I was okay with it, as in I didn't feel a thing whatsoever, but now I am dreading it. I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115307665861245535?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115307665861245535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115307665861245535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115307665861245535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115307665861245535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-actually-dreading-to-go-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115255816094191054</id><published>2006-07-10T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:02:40.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess seeing my mom happily clapping away and singing along to the songs during worship in church makes it all worthwhile. Still, I'll probably bring my PSP along next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss the unity and togetherness feeling church invoked on me when I was that faithful lil boy a few years ago. I really have no regrets whatsoever being a christian long ago. I had a lot fun when they organized the various gatherings at certain people's houses and stuff. Most notably a potluck, and a couple of bbqs. I like it how once service is over everyone goes down to Serangoon Gardens and have lunch and it doesn't really matter where each group goes to, because everyone knows that they are all near each other. Nice to catch up with so many people. Thank you for the prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115255816094191054?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115255816094191054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115255816094191054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115255816094191054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115255816094191054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-guess-seeing-my-mom-happily-clapping.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115229804967036247</id><published>2006-07-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:47:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah everyday is so fucking trying. Life is hard, lie down also cannot. This false pretense over and over. fuck you man. you especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do sometimes I walk down quietly in the middle of the night to look at my father's photo in hopes of seeking comfort. Or a way to trigger my emotions so I can cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115229804967036247?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115229804967036247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115229804967036247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115229804967036247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115229804967036247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/wah-everyday-is-so-fucking-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115192534826160695</id><published>2006-07-03T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T04:15:48.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The month of June was just horrible. Everything and nothing happened. I've never been more emo in my life. My body clock is reverting back to it's fucked up stage. I just want things to go MY WAY for a lil while. Just a lil while that's all. Life isn't just worth it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a fuck about going NUS...I've missed all my orientation and I do not intend to go for any. Who gives a fuck about meeting people... I give enough bad impressions. People can look at that fair ah beng who looks pissed off all the time. Fuck people man. Yeah woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115192534826160695?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115192534826160695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115192534826160695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115192534826160695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115192534826160695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/month-of-june-was-just-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115192235848158733</id><published>2006-07-03T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T03:25:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I passed my driving u fuckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115192235848158733?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115192235848158733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115192235848158733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115192235848158733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115192235848158733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-passed-my-driving-u-fuckers.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-115092761413199642</id><published>2006-06-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:11:29.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/122-2225_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/122-2225_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should explain my short absence in this deteriorating blog. On June 11th, My father one of the most important persons in my life and one whom I always loved so much, passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a very jovial man whose cheerful demeanor brought joy to the people around him. He was real and straight to the point, something I always admired. You will probably not know he's like that unless you talk to him because he has that intimidating look. He has done many wonderful things in life like building this wonderful house I reside in, starting a successful business from scratch and always looking out for me, my brother and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the time I enlisted in the army in 2004 my father contracted some disease which made his nerves fail(I think) and subsequently caused his muscles to atrophy. Slowly his body grew weaker and he had to stop doing things he liked, like mahjong and playing squash like he always did weekly. Eventually, he had trouble walking up the stairs, eating, and then breathing. One cannot imagine the growing pain and frustration he felt everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real happy for you Pa. No longer will you be burdened by that shell which hindered you. I am so sorry for not spending time with you as much as I should. I wish you could've heard from me the person I am infront of my friends and what do I actually do when you don't see me around. Sorry Pa. I always loved you, always had and will never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for their well-wishes. If any of you all are wondering why I never informed you earlier it's because my father specifically said he wanted a simple, quiet funeral, and indeed it was. Please do not worry about me or my family. We have said our goodbyes and have accepted it. My brother and Mom are really strong and are doing very well. I am pretty sure wherever my father is now he's really happy, so I ask that you all share that joy with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I can blog about, but I will probably not. What has happened has happened. At the crematorium I donned a pair of pants(my brother's) with a broken zip, and you could see my extremely obvious safety-pin holding it together, to no avail. Everyone laughed. That's me, stupid shit happening at the most inappropiate of times. And that's how it's always going to be cause life must go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-115092761413199642?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115092761413199642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=115092761413199642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115092761413199642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/115092761413199642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-guess-i-should-explain-my-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114936680727050803</id><published>2006-06-03T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T13:37:50.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/DSCN0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/DSCN0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/DSCN0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/DSCN0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/DSCN0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/DSCN0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/DSCN0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/DSCN0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/100percent.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/DSCN0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/DSCN0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red hair=Red beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/100percent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/100percent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/DSCN0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/DSCN0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...yeah.yoyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114936680727050803?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114936680727050803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114936680727050803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114936680727050803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114936680727050803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/red-hairred-beer-i-actually-said-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114912545731260685</id><published>2006-05-31T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:30:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Losers with no brains put down angst-ridden and emotional words as their nicks.&lt;br /&gt;Chings write down the lamest cliches ever as their nicks.&lt;br /&gt;Smart people can portray how they feel without using any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you look down on me and pass wrong judgement when you don't know shit and then you act as if you know all too well and tell me what's best for my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114912545731260685?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114912545731260685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114912545731260685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114912545731260685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114912545731260685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/losers-with-no-brains-put-down-angst.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114889171959823737</id><published>2006-05-29T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:35:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well my computer is in the fritz. Long story shot, Alden tried to upgrade his computer but ended up destroying his motherboard. Itchy-backside-itis really did a number on me. Anyway, I can collect my com tomorrow if all goes well. Sigh, unexpected expenses suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging much. I don't feel the drive anymore. Unlike last time, the good ol Jc days when I post pictures like mad and talk about innate things and make assinine assumptions about wordly issues I hardly care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114889171959823737?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114889171959823737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114889171959823737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114889171959823737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114889171959823737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-my-computer-is-in-fritz.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114836212905251407</id><published>2006-05-22T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:28:49.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really feels in-your-face when the things you talk about and even long for actually surface in the midst of reality without warning. Well for my case not really without warning, but I am sure as hell not sure what I should do. A clear example for me and my friends would be the long awaited milestone of ORDing, then finding something to do with our time. Last time it was like "Yeah man before uni starts I am like gonna look for a job", and I had to hunt high and low before landing a job. Next, me and my friends were like "Yeah let's go for orientation together, union camp(whatever the fuck that is), arts and soci camp, gotta make friends man". Having received the freshmen package(and not reading it), I was overwhelmed with the amount of info I had to take in and the number of camps available. How do I feel? I don't feel like fucking going for any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an orientation person at all. I was assured by many that uni orientation is really fun and all but meh. I hate playing icebreakers, it's stupid and lame. Most people think I got an attitude problem upon first impression anyway(Guess who said this in jc about me:Wah this acjc reject come here xia lan for what?)haha fucker. Cheering is straight up for FAGS. "something bomb something bomb something bomb to that cb bomb".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether I can go back to studying. 2 and a half years of not using my brain at all, AT ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114836212905251407?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114836212905251407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114836212905251407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114836212905251407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114836212905251407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-really-feels-in-your-face-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114821328355666340</id><published>2006-05-21T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T05:08:03.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My god Bungy Bar is like..the fucking army. Cannot carry handphone(subjected to spotchecks), partimers cannot plan their own roster, cannot take tips CANNOT EVERYTHING LA. When I first came to work I thought the cashier, whom we all call Mummy, was a really nice old lady who was like one of us, but I realized she's like an old bitch who sucks up to the bosses then takes out her frustration on us. What the hell la Roy go toilet also you must reply "we pay u part timers to go toilet?!". What's with making us punch out first then debrief us for an hour? I wanna quit. I need to read more books I am typing like a stupid ching worz~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114821328355666340?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114821328355666340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114821328355666340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114821328355666340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114821328355666340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-god-bungy-bar-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114760938726882786</id><published>2006-05-14T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T05:23:07.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was probably the first time when I saw the excitement and joy soccer can bring into people. The place aired the FA final Liverpool vs Westham, and I lost 2 dollars in the betting pool me and colleagues had. Anyway when Liverpool scored the last minute goal, this big group old ang mohs just went nuts man. Seriously. One of them got so happy that he just grabbed the first thing he could find, which happened to be the big wooden pole connected to the umbrella and started humping it. Oh he was too excited to turn around, so he was just using his ass to wack the pole as hard as he could. I was secretly hoping it would topple over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ang mohs were like indulging in the happiness. One of them held up his phone and said "Pete just msged me 'I feel ill'". haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114760938726882786?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114760938726882786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114760938726882786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114760938726882786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114760938726882786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-night-was-probably-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114701607166292927</id><published>2006-05-07T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T08:34:31.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go clubbing with Kenneth(pilot man who makes girls wet)=irritating the staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/Liquid%20060506%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/Liquid%20060506%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chandra the cleaner. He's 40 years old and cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/Liquid%20060506%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/Liquid%20060506%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lamir the Toiletman. No, seriously it's him, it's not a cardboard. He doesn't smile or talk proper english but hey he's cool. Props to telling us where the toilets were(infront of us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget several honourable mentions, but not photo worthy for their dress sense have scared us so. Props to St.Margerets Boy, The Blazerboy and his bitches(like Fort Minor like that),  DUNCAN and the gal who could "move well" but face wasn't that great then proceeded to stare at us after I said that she looked like ah lian too loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114701607166292927?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114701607166292927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114701607166292927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114701607166292927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114701607166292927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/go-clubbing-with-kennethpilot-man-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114672360001911428</id><published>2006-05-03T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:20:00.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this in my toilet. I call it Dumb Lizard went for a swim, then drowned in piss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114672360001911428?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114672360001911428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114672360001911428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114672360001911428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114672360001911428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/found-this-in-my-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114664155353311763</id><published>2006-05-03T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:32:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I've been blogging too much about work and that is lame yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sentosa yesterday to practise flips and shit in the water. I laughed so damn hard. We were gonna decide who start first so we decided to "oh ya peh ah som". This 15 year old kiddo had his own extended versionwith hand waving action. After we did our inferior version, he was like happily waving his hand and going "oh ya peh ah som ba li ba ba rotia prata". All of us were staring at him and he was like "what? you all don't play like that meh?" hahah. I laughed for the next 30 minutes or so. I even laughed when we were doing lauching from the shoulders, so ya thanks to me a lot people were not launched and toppled over instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114664155353311763?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114664155353311763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114664155353311763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114664155353311763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114664155353311763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-ive-been-blogging-too-much-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114659537451492247</id><published>2006-05-02T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:42:54.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This old customer at work was given the moniker pervert by me and Tim. On the outside he seemed like your typical successful old man enjoying life, having a beer, reading the papers by himself. And he was friendly too. We chatted, he showed some good insight on current events in Singapore and cracked some jokes. Then he transformed into Mr.Pervert when he asked me and Tim what colour our underwears were and how often we "pa chu cheng(nicely pronounced with his Switz accent)" everyday. Sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114659537451492247?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114659537451492247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114659537451492247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114659537451492247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114659537451492247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-old-customer-at-work-was-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114643190092447471</id><published>2006-04-30T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:18:20.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have taken down the Ferouz classic moments entry cause I felt bad. He really is a nice boy albeit some people call him dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the worst night ever. That's what happens when you're understaffed. I got shouted at by so many customers. I dunno whether they were just hypocritical or suffering from bipolar disorder because upon receiving their drinks after demanding like 5 times, most of them were like "oh hey no worries man, I understand, it's so crowded".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time...I start worrying bout something else important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114643190092447471?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114643190092447471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114643190092447471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114643190092447471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114643190092447471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-taken-down-ferouz-classic.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114634557561371579</id><published>2006-04-29T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:19:35.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got home...from the wildest cab ride ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the driver made a little detour in gardens because he had to send off this gal from some other company. So I asked nicely "uncle where u going ah", to which he replied "aiya dun ask so many questions la". So i said to my friend "chee bye". Next thing we knew, the uncle stopped the car and got out and challenged me to a gladiator duel to the death, no holds barred. He continued yakking rubbish saying I was the "second cb of the night(as if my fault)", and my friend had to argue back for me. haha it was a laguable situation indeed. So the uncle cooled himself down, got back inside and was like "aiya let's forget this k? Let me send you all home". yeah sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114634557561371579?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114634557561371579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114634557561371579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114634557561371579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114634557561371579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114599716462193548</id><published>2006-04-25T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:32:44.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer to me : Hey there Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna get a bad stomache tomorrow for sure. I was eating the left over burger patties, and they were no longer hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114599716462193548?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114599716462193548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114599716462193548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114599716462193548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114599716462193548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/quote-of-night-customer-to-me-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114590507895975481</id><published>2006-04-24T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T11:57:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute girl(not another matsaleh Tim, she and her chinese friends all came down. Too bad u didn't work haha!): Hey can you play some music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Sure, what kinda music would you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Girl:Well anything to get us high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, it was rnb the whole night. Tsk tsk....Eddie, think you flair so nice is it....u lucky no dancefloor sia. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114590507895975481?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114590507895975481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114590507895975481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114590507895975481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114590507895975481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/quote-of-night-cute-girlnot-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114577542875965894</id><published>2006-04-22T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:57:08.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new nickname at work is DenDen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some drunk idiot fell asleep on the seat of a wooden bench, then proceeded to fall over inside underneath the bench. And couldn't get out. People had to lift up the whole bench for him to escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114577542875965894?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114577542875965894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114577542875965894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114577542875965894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114577542875965894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-new-nickname-at-work-is-denden.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114559587934654326</id><published>2006-04-20T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:04:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last night we were overstaffed cause one of them who's gonna quit soon is like not coming at all. Then for some reason 2 part timers came to take over her. Then at 8 pm I was given the choice of going home cause my manager thought I looked "tired". yeah I took it. I felt kinda bad for leaving, cause this other part timer wanted to go back but wasn't allowed to. I could've offered him to go back instead, but I didn't say a thing. Also, the whole thing led me to think whether I was slacking at work. Looking tired? Gee. I know that can't be helped, but after all the customers were served, I actually stood there stoning like a cockhead watching TV. Good thing they were playing some field games event, instead OF RUGBY OVER AND OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, work isn't fun all the time. Sai Kang galore. I had to take down all the fans and wash them yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing ashtrays--&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Scrubbing the inside of a garbage bin--&gt;even stupider&lt;br /&gt;Like wiping a pig with soap then letting it continue wallow in it's sty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114559587934654326?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114559587934654326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114559587934654326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114559587934654326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114559587934654326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-last-night-we-were-overstaffed.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114504148855364123</id><published>2006-04-14T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:04:48.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must say that after going through army, especially the hellhole cockhole called Gombak Base, work isn't that tough. I was so pleased to learn that cleaning the toilet only required some simple steps. I also accidentally spilled 2 pints of beer on a lady customer. It made her happier, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Dave Chappelle Show:&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it real in Saseme Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mom said, if you don't give up, you will surely succeed in life!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's the gayest shit I ever heard".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114504148855364123?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114504148855364123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114504148855364123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114504148855364123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114504148855364123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-must-say-that-after-going-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114487300374305255</id><published>2006-04-12T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:16:43.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was chatting with Aaron Chebonair today. It's nice to talk to someone who knows how to keep it real, I like to learn. I think I know why I am so moody lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never was and may not ever be the brightest bulb in the group, but I am not embarressed when I make mistakes. I don't test or judge someone's abilities that much as some people I know do. I wonder why sometimes I even bother....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114487300374305255?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114487300374305255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114487300374305255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114487300374305255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114487300374305255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-chatting-with-aaron-chebonair.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114469449597916031</id><published>2006-04-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:41:36.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've started work. And my first 2 days felt like some sort of initiation. Rode the rites of passage, acquired baptism by fire. Tired like fuck. But it's fun. Oh I am floor staff somewhere. Not some lame place like Carfe fucking Cartel who are too cheap to even sponser your uniform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114469449597916031?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114469449597916031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114469449597916031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114469449597916031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114469449597916031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-started-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114434540505647407</id><published>2006-04-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:43:25.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was chatting with an old camp friend and I bullshitted him that I was gonna sign on, sign on specialist. Then he was like "oh okay...I guess this is the last time we can have a decent conversation huh...pretty soon you will be like 'uh, ehh, erm...'". Then I was like "yea...I will also turn very ugly soon". Snap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114434540505647407?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114434540505647407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114434540505647407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114434540505647407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114434540505647407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-chatting-with-old-camp-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114408497687496996</id><published>2006-04-03T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T10:22:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>links updated. Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114408497687496996?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114408497687496996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114408497687496996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114408497687496996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114408497687496996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/links-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114408282731453908</id><published>2006-04-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:47:07.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I failed my driving test today. With a grand total of.....36 points! Give it up! For Alden Tan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSDC is FUCKED UP. I got to wait another 3 months for my next test date. I waited 3months to fail and now this. So everyone who lives even remotely close to ssdc just go to Ubi, BBDC or just take private lessons la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with Hern Ping about what I should wear. And he advised me to wear a large Fubu shirt and baggy track pants along with several bling blings then I can go "yo yo tester what's going down nigger". Hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114408282731453908?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114408282731453908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114408282731453908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114408282731453908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114408282731453908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-failed-my-driving-test-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114391925563300103</id><published>2006-04-01T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T11:20:55.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I been playing mahjong at my friend's house. It's quite ironic to play there cause if I don't win at least 7 dollars I lose anyway cause that's my cabfare home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114391925563300103?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114391925563300103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114391925563300103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114391925563300103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114391925563300103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-been-playing-mahjong-at-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114361210910636737</id><published>2006-03-28T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:01:49.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like blogs which blog about thanking this and that people it's just annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114361210910636737?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114361210910636737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114361210910636737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114361210910636737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114361210910636737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-like-blogs-which-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114347731349672768</id><published>2006-03-27T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T08:35:13.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think...I will go home and re-evaluate everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114347731349672768?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114347731349672768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114347731349672768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114347731349672768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114347731349672768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114331136658470577</id><published>2006-03-25T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:29:26.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I forgot to blog this. Jonathan got so bored at Zouk on Wednesday he kept complaining bout it on the way in the cab and the prata shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cab "WAh lau tonight sucks la...most fucked up night ever sia....wah lau fucking gonna order 3 ko songs later!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114331136658470577?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114331136658470577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114331136658470577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114331136658470577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114331136658470577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-i-forgot-to-blog-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114325439561084546</id><published>2006-03-24T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:39:55.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My arms are aching like shit. So me and Jonathan went down to Raffles City to help out at the Women's Weekly road show, where they were promoting their new look and all that. Me and Jonathan were mostly in charged of carrying the goodie bags from up the office to down stairs, and it was no easy task. Imagine carrying exactly 40 bags at once for like nearly 100 metres. The goodies were not bad I guess. I felt bad stealing some in the storeroom especially since we were rewarded with one bag each after the whole thing. If anyone wants vouchers for spas and hair treatment and shit like that contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queues were also nuts man. Some cha bor can buy 3-4 packages at once. And sheesh coke light bottle also keh kao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of that day by Alden "Alright good job everybody *clap clap*, good job, let's take five now, good job, come on let's pack up"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114325439561084546?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114325439561084546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114325439561084546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114325439561084546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114325439561084546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-arms-are-aching-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114308599675815955</id><published>2006-03-22T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:53:16.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno what's it with people who are so defensive over the littlest thing. Was talking to Timothy about it before regarding someone. I don't normally judge, but this sorta behaviour seriously hints at something screwed up within the person, mainly insecurity. All I have to do is talk about something so minor and it triggers them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone thinks I am like that, it's cos you don't know how to talk with tact. And I plain don't like you. So absorb the subtlety, and stop talking to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114308599675815955?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114308599675815955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114308599675815955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114308599675815955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114308599675815955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dunno-whats-it-with-people-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114282494518194726</id><published>2006-03-19T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:22:25.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched a case about how a man's face was literally mauled off by a bear on Ripley's believe it or not. Thank goodness the wonders of technology improved surgery so much so that he got his face reconstructed and that he can live a normal life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged about this years ago.  To quote the self-proclaimed "great" Yoda, "I like animals..esp battered and deep fried, but we don't need to be cruel while we're at it". True to me too. So many cases of people getting killed or seriously injured thanks to vicious animals. I remember reading about a case where a crcodile ate a boy. Yet there are so many people saying save the animals etc. Losing a limb or having someone you loved killed by an animal is fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114282494518194726?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114282494518194726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114282494518194726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114282494518194726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114282494518194726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-watched-case-about-how-mans.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114263562557651341</id><published>2006-03-17T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:47:05.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was cleaning the shit outta my room the other day and I was clearing my drawer when I came across all the stuff of sentiment of old, given to me by people who did or did not care for me. Birthday cards and notes, xmas cards, old photos and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda guilty rereading all the notes. So many friends cared for me especially since I was such a bad-tempered bitch. Let's not forget the assortment of well-wishing cards and notes from church friends. Many "Take care and may you always look up to God" and "Always continue to come to church" and "nurture your spirituality" etc. Wow were you guys way off. That's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched Date Movie and allow me to say that's one hella crappy movie. I like stupid mindless shit like this, but it was just bad. Direction, production everything. Spongebob is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114263562557651341?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114263562557651341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114263562557651341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114263562557651341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114263562557651341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-cleaning-shit-outta-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114229826441959791</id><published>2006-03-13T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:04:24.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/serangoon%20boys%20and%20girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/serangoon%20boys%20and%20girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serangoon Boys feat Clarissa and Rebecca. Taken at Gardens no.1 Hotspot, New Huak Hin aka opposite Ban Heng. Yep taken on my night of ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NO, the picture was not taken with the help of Mr Deltoid. I am thinking, with the help of Andre, we start hanging up warning signs which states "Avoid at all cost, buff bespectacled man walking around in tank top and fbts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Andre, Pong, Jonathan, Me, Clarence, Clarissa, Rebecca(suffered near-death experience from sitting beside Mr. Deltoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114229826441959791?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114229826441959791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114229826441959791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114229826441959791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114229826441959791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/serangoon-boys-feat-clarissa-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114222365315168670</id><published>2006-03-12T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:20:53.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sherman told me "I am gonna play cm5 now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's his codeword for masturbation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114222365315168670?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114222365315168670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114222365315168670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114222365315168670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114222365315168670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/sherman-told-me-i-am-gonna-play-cm5.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114205693849930296</id><published>2006-03-10T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:02:18.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay okay so last night we had a drinking session at the err coffee shop, and AGAIN i am SORRY for calling Mr. Deltoid over to join us. I mean come on! He was sitting alone when his two obviously a lot older Indian pals left(prolly got sick of his shit). Man all his bullshit coming out of his mouth was just not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh I work for a japanese company before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oohh my ex girlfriend who was 13 years younger than me wanted me too much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh sorry ah, i am old gotta flex my crotch area"(sits in lotus position)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114205693849930296?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114205693849930296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114205693849930296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114205693849930296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114205693849930296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-okay-so-last-night-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114205654132990625</id><published>2006-03-10T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:34:05.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ORD loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Byebye Gombak Base.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My time is done. Bye bye losers. Hang on Tan Ching and Shi Xiong and Jonas and Lester. My "rites of passage" are done, I am now a "man". I can now talk about the army and not be lame cause it's the past. No harm talking bout memories. No longer a hated lifestyle. May a certain Yeo and Liu go numb in the nuts and burn in hell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114205654132990625?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114205654132990625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114205654132990625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114205654132990625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114205654132990625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/ord-loh.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114176746200496724</id><published>2006-03-07T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:37:42.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow start, but I managed to sleep for 4 hours till now in hopes of readjusting my body clock. That's pretty good I guess since I been sleeping at 7am++ for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's fucking lame and retarded? Spelling out chinese words while chatting online and adding them to an english sentence. "oooh you do this and that BA", "I lost my mind and gone stupid...LE".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114176746200496724?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114176746200496724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114176746200496724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114176746200496724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114176746200496724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-2-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114167654861537642</id><published>2006-03-06T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:22:28.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to go to Macdonalds at 8am in the morning myself for some breakfast. Does everyone know that a suasage mcmuffin+coffee is only 2 dollars? Well now you do. I was comtemplating why I should drag my lazy ass down then I thought, fuck it life's too short to be just lying in bed(not sleeping). I am glad I did. I erm, helped an old lady mount her NTUC cart up the curb. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down counting down lalalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114167654861537642?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114167654861537642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114167654861537642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114167654861537642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114167654861537642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114158066642103404</id><published>2006-03-05T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T09:44:26.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>I went to a condo function today with Jon to help his mom serve candy floss and popcorn. It the was the first time I ever operated and serve popcorn and the first time I watched a, whatyoucallit....pin-ya-ta getting wacked by kids. Meh. I don't like kids. One tripped over the wire and got the popcorn machine switched off. One kid took like 5 sticks of candy floss. And you shoulda seen the greed on their faces when the candy fell out of the pin-ya-ta, they were like "Oh my God Gold! Treasure! Nothing else matters!" and were like grabbing as much as they can and stuffed em in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...the countdown begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114158066642103404?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114158066642103404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114158066642103404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114158066642103404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114158066642103404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114128423736588656</id><published>2006-03-01T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:23:57.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Pong and Clarence and one interesting thing we talked about last night was the possibility of the whole hoohaa of the Nyp sex video being a fake. Maybe it was created by Mediacorp so we can have our very own potential Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrewdly observed by Clarence, Tammy and Nyp ryhmes, creating a nice ring to it. And Pong claims that the gal in the video doesn't look like her pictures in Friendster, and that he himself never seen her in school before, neither has his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's rather convenient that the news blew up so fast and that the media decided to be a major fucking asshole and publicised every damn thing about the whole incident, including the merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Singapore Urban Legends has just been updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114128423736588656?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114128423736588656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114128423736588656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114128423736588656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114128423736588656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-out-with-pong-and-clarence-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114114572364415801</id><published>2006-02-28T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T08:55:23.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Serangoon Boys funnies #1&lt;br /&gt;Author:Mr Deltoid.&lt;br /&gt;Subject:Working out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First you, do full body weight...48 hours later...you do lightweights...about 3/4s of the weight..then you?????? touch up touch up....just play just play. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serangoon Boys funnies #2&lt;br /&gt;Author:Danniel Pong, aka Mikkael Mendoza&lt;br /&gt;Subject:Drunk idiot bouncing on bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/w/Drunk-idiot-bouncing-on-bed.?v=OXP_lIsn5rI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/w/Drunk-idiot-bouncing-on-bed.?v=OXP_lIsn5rI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh wait, I need to check whether I am knight-liutenant, but first!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114114572364415801?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114114572364415801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114114572364415801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114114572364415801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114114572364415801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/serangoon-boys-funnies-1-authormr.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114106091297669772</id><published>2006-02-27T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:21:53.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went out today to look for available jobs and well, I only got rejected by one place(damn you Borders), and got a bunch of numbers and one possible callback. Let's all hope ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Aaron Chebonair. It's been about 2 years and about a month since I met up with this guy right in the same floor of our platoon in Pegasus Block. Time flies, but memories stay and our friendship has always been strong. It was fun talking shit with him and him giving me a lesson on keeping it real. Nice. Nice to know people who are intellectual and are able to voice them out so willingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114106091297669772?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114106091297669772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114106091297669772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114106091297669772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114106091297669772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-went-out-today-to-look-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114092862860582703</id><published>2006-02-25T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:37:08.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, every girl's favourite movie, or at least a highly recommended one is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, starring Jim Carrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114092862860582703?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114092862860582703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114092862860582703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114092862860582703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114092862860582703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-swear-every-girls-favourite-movie-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114084564307008627</id><published>2006-02-24T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:34:03.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it goes to show that Singapore is very immatured what with the big hoo haa over the sex video of the students in NYP. What's the big deal? Many losers go "Got the video? Send to me pls!(cause I've never in my pathetic life seen a pair of boobs before. And I am running out of jacking off material)". It would be even lamer if she got expelled from school. People ain't gonna stop having sex and what she did was pretty much normal. It will be a cold snowy day in Singapore before something like this happen again and people stop giving a shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114084564307008627?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114084564307008627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114084564307008627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114084564307008627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114084564307008627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-it-goes-to-show-that-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114079894308879810</id><published>2006-02-24T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:35:43.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I stil had the passion I had for videogames when I was younger. That way I'll have something to do now with my time. But everything find something remotely interesting to do, I tend to wonder "Isn't that a waste of time?". Playing a videogame would be cool, but the thought of me sitting down infront of the tv holding a controller for more than 3 hours turns me off. It's especially discouraging when you play transitional periods of the day, like afternoon to night "Whoa the sun is down already?". And so I tend to wonder around my room, using the computer and surfing the same damn sites over and over, listening to repeated songs on my winamp list, accomplishing nothing. That's probably worse than what I mentioned above, cause the mindless net surfing tend to take hours too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114079894308879810?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114079894308879810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114079894308879810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114079894308879810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114079894308879810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish-i-stil-had-passion-i-had-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114076805161812196</id><published>2006-02-23T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:00:51.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came home last night at 5am from MOS to find panty on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something very annoying about people who're very arrogant and then justify themselves by saying something like "but it's true". People like you deserve to burn in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114076805161812196?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114076805161812196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114076805161812196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114076805161812196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114076805161812196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-came-home-last-night-at-5am-from-mos.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114067772803489552</id><published>2006-02-22T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:55:29.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Tan Ching has gone nuts. He's blogging about the moon, sun and stars and how they mount and dismount like humans. Poor boy. Lack of human interaction. I bet time alone in the toilet is precious for him so he can masturbate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave destroys you, but I guess I wouldn't trade anything in the world for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114067772803489552?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114067772803489552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114067772803489552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114067772803489552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114067772803489552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-tan-ching-has-gone-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114043618433385025</id><published>2006-02-20T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T03:49:44.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I left my phone on the bus yesterday. I was on the way to east coast area. I called and the "bus captain" picked up. Anyway the bus ended at all the way buona fucking vista and I had to go all the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to repair my phone today. I really did. The reason why the button didn't work well cause my itchy buttocks caused me to open up the phone long ago and I kinda squashed the keypad, making it extremely hard to press. So, I brilliantly placed a piece of paper I torn off from somewhere and slotted it in and ta dah! It works fine now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me. With me on leave, you get boring useless posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114043618433385025?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114043618433385025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114043618433385025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114043618433385025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114043618433385025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-left-my-phone-on-bus-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114026337985069064</id><published>2006-02-18T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T03:49:41.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Ping is gone. There goes one member of the Serangoon Boys. Ahh well. Just one thing about me is that, I am never good with goodbyes. Don't think I ever will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I should be getting a job soon. I am gonna ORD and I certainly don't wanna be bumming around all the time like some bum. I feel like Harold from Harold and Kumar only I am not on TV. I feel like also Dude where's my Car, only I don't own a car. I am thankful that me and my friends still share the same interests and stuff, and that's just bumming around. And I like it that way. I think it's quite gay if we all share the same passion, especially if it's a sport. That's me for ya, everybody who knows me well saw that coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a run just now with Jonathan. About 3km and I felt like dying. Well not dying, but I definitely was shagged out. Running was never my forte. The shag feeling isn't worth the invigorating sense of satisfaction tinged with endorphins when you cool down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114026337985069064?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114026337985069064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114026337985069064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114026337985069064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114026337985069064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-ping-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-114017751521105098</id><published>2006-02-17T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T03:58:35.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did the Alden method in wasting my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was damn fun. Everyone just couldn't stop talking about Pong's youtube video. I've made him a celebrity I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moron of the night:Ping.&lt;br /&gt;"Drunk idiot bouncing on grass!(jumps)Ow that hurts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Ping may be youtubed by me soon, so yup, watch out for a new video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-114017751521105098?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114017751521105098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=114017751521105098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114017751521105098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/114017751521105098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-did-alden-method-in-wasting-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113985960480583048</id><published>2006-02-13T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T11:40:04.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to Jaesson few days ago about something and how we came about the fact that we all belong to the same social circle. I mean that's pretty cool. We may quarrel, not spend a lot of time together, have diff views on things, but we all belong to the same circle. I think diff circles bum into each other now and then, it's all cool until someone goes in the wrong circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave destroys you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113985960480583048?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113985960480583048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113985960480583048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113985960480583048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113985960480583048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-talking-to-jaesson-few-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113974200936456474</id><published>2006-02-12T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T03:00:09.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pong got youtubed....by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/w/Drunk-idiot-bouncing-on-bed.?v=OXP_lIsn5rI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/w/Drunk-idiot-bouncing-on-bed.?v=OXP_lIsn5rI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. I am not being mean. He seriously asked for it. contact me if you want the better version, the one on youtube sound is off sync.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113974200936456474?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113974200936456474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113974200936456474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113974200936456474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113974200936456474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/pong-got-youtubed.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113954753002362624</id><published>2006-02-09T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:58:50.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my lame-ass ORD function 2 days ago. Rarely do I attend such events whereby the atmosphere feels so forced/false. Everyone there obviously didn't want to be there save for the old timers and VIPs who were nice enough to don a smile on their face and make stupid redundant comments which probably may have liven up the atmosphere a little. I don't understand why such events must be organized at all then. It's a waste of food, time and money. The only fun I had was sitting with my old section and drinking all the free beer. It also took like 45 minutes just to get to the damn place. Another Mario Brothers moment when Tham and I kept complaining it was a fking long ride until we realized he took the wrong route. haha. Yes," 4 dollars of patrol "wasted indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence's 21st at MOS was fun. I got myself tired like shit and a bad headache. MOS is way too yuppyfied though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113954753002362624?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113954753002362624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113954753002362624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113954753002362624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113954753002362624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-my-lame-ass-ord-function-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113939039986672642</id><published>2006-02-07T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T01:20:00.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to waste your day, the Alden method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Bum around.&lt;br /&gt;Go down for supper.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a erm...male bonding session with Pong last night. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess who got drunk, and decided to bounce around my bed. Pong. That's right. Msg me for video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113939039986672642?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113939039986672642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113939039986672642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113939039986672642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113939039986672642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-waste-your-day-alden-method.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113915010005507327</id><published>2006-02-05T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:35:00.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it's unrealistic for people to always "go by the book" in life. Virtues and morals are fine and dandy, but that's not how the way it works. What people say and do are always different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine example would be "I don't care what people think of me". As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to follow that too, but I just forego it for the sake of not getting into arguments with my friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realized of late that when I drink I cannot get high or even tipsy. And for some reason I gag and puke easily. Odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113915010005507327?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113915010005507327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113915010005507327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113915010005507327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113915010005507327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-its-unrealistic-for-people-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113885121688243448</id><published>2006-02-01T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:33:36.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last night after MOS we were just outside 7-11 recuperating from the long night of constant dancing and conusming liquids when this weirdo out of nowhere just approached us and was like "Hey wassup man" and sat down with us. I thought he was my friend's friend at first, but then he started talking to all of us. His name was Roger and he was "fuck drunk" because he drank "2 bottles of Chivas" along with the can of Amsterdam he was holding. He was also "fucking sad" because the gal he liked was with another guy, and it also pissed him off because the other dude "cannot make it". It tossed us into ceaseless wonder because he's only back from the States for 2 weeks because of "fucking CNY la", and in the latter place, he had a "sex buddy man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon was more kind...at least entertaining all his crap. Whereas for me, I took a shot and guessed that he was 39 since Roger kept complaining he's too old. He should be complaining that he's too ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113885121688243448?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113885121688243448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113885121688243448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113885121688243448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113885121688243448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-last-night-after-mos-we-were-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113872818622813219</id><published>2006-01-31T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T09:23:06.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday a bunch of my camp friends came over for a little while. I gathered them cause one of them was a cock who forgot to renew his passport and his whole family went to Malaysia without him. Yeah it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can conclude that:&lt;br /&gt;-Lester and Shi Xiong think that wearing berms and tee shirt for visiting is cool.&lt;br /&gt;-Lester is a cheater when playing Indian Poker&lt;br /&gt;-Shi Xiong lost like shit haha.&lt;br /&gt;-I ban luck 3 times in a row much to their dismay.&lt;br /&gt;-Sherman is a pussy who doesn't bet much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Some modest fun we had right boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113872818622813219?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113872818622813219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113872818622813219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113872818622813219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113872818622813219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-bunch-of-my-camp-friends-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113841451715635648</id><published>2006-01-27T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:15:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate losers who were so vehement in doing something previously only to have their own feelings tinged with regret and remorse soonafter. You were so hell-bent on getting me in trouble. Now you tell others oh actually this and that and therefore it could've been better. Fuck off. You got me in trouble, congrats. After all the hoohaa shut ur fucking mouth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hate to say that I lied to everyone saying that come chinese new year I wouldn't have to go back to camp anymore. But thanks to someone, I have to go back for another few days. You especially will never know how it feels, you fucking newbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who thinks I am whining too much fuck off. Go serve the army then talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113841451715635648?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113841451715635648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113841451715635648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113841451715635648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113841451715635648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-losers-who-were-so-vehement-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113829727888949613</id><published>2006-01-26T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T09:41:18.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized I never really belong to a group with the same community spirit after the same goal...unless you count drinking and partying as goals. But that's good enough for me. I am happy bout that. I don't really count my time in choir back then as such a group. I mean gee I didn't know many people then, but singing as a group was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well chinese new year is coming, I should be happy. I am clearing leave. Today's supposedly my very last day. But it's not. I got 3 extras last week and the fuckers in camp want me to serve on Sunday, first day of CNY. Pah. We shall see about that. Just burns me up. 2year and 2 fucking months. The govt sure knows how to fuck all of us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Timothy who can't even clear leave. Don't worry it'll be over soon ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't say something stupid like "Oh army is okay la.." solely because I ORDed. I hate people like that. Hindsight makes you look stupid. Anyone caught me saying that will get a drink from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113829727888949613?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113829727888949613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113829727888949613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113829727888949613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113829727888949613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-realized-i-never-really-belong-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113806775368818351</id><published>2006-01-23T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:55:53.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tongue is filled with fucking ulcers and they hurt like shit. I don't even wanna talk right now. The only way I will talk is to not use my tongue so I will sound as if I have lisp(if I used that correctly), but that will just make me sound stupid, then again I am blogging about ulcers. Fuck you Sarsi and fried chicken cutlet from spec mess u biatches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113806775368818351?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113806775368818351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113806775368818351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113806775368818351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113806775368818351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-tongue-is-filled-with-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113781952199412137</id><published>2006-01-20T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:58:42.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am blogging for the sake of blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Wala Walas again last night, but this time with my Serangoon Group. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find a very old obscure song. It's a really good song albeit short. I dunno whether you all heard it before, but it's the really old DBS Bank commercial with the song "Life is Beautiful". haha. And I got it in mp3 format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think shitting in your pants is one of the most embarassing thing that can happen to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113781952199412137?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113781952199412137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113781952199412137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113781952199412137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113781952199412137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-blogging-for-sake-of-blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113757656219641246</id><published>2006-01-17T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:29:30.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One time my friend asked me what kinda drinks she can mix vodka with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied "Urine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of myself then, really I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113757656219641246?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113757656219641246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113757656219641246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113757656219641246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113757656219641246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-time-my-friend-asked-me-what-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113751735075898965</id><published>2006-01-17T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:02:30.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think in life people ought to know what's it like to care and not care. Sometimes people need to make their own mistakes so ya need to learn how to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life it's just feels like life is in the mind and how you see it. I felt rich yesterday, but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think believing in yourself is more important than believing in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downward spiral into nightly msn chats. The blatant stare into the screen as I hear my repeated winamp tunes. I cannot write now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113751735075898965?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113751735075898965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113751735075898965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113751735075898965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113751735075898965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-in-life-people-ought-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113734612170288279</id><published>2006-01-15T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:28:41.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a cool Foxtrot comic I just read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige:I have a good idea. I'll point out the loads of garbage and you can carry them out to the curb.&lt;br /&gt;Peter:Why do I have to carry them?!&lt;br /&gt;Paige:Because all the girls at school say you have really big muscles.&lt;br /&gt;(handing garbage over)Paige:Here's load of garbage number two.&lt;br /&gt;Peter:What was the first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113734612170288279?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113734612170288279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113734612170288279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113734612170288279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113734612170288279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/heres-cool-foxtrot-comic-i-just-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113734470585018532</id><published>2006-01-15T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:08:22.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing can go wrong when you lie on your bed reading Foxtrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm me and my very close friends talk at times about how we tend to separate ourselves from others. And when I say others, they are usually the ones who always use chinese as their main language and talk about things I honestly can't care less about. It's elitist somewhat, but I just think it's a matter of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from experience, I think i'll do myself good by discriminating these motherfuckers from now on and keep my distance. You guys are losers deep deep down and seriously fucked up. I just see a level of immaturity inside and a pure untouched, self-nurtured insecurty which evolves into selfishness that affect others undeserving of such nonsense, namely me and my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113734470585018532?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113734470585018532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113734470585018532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113734470585018532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113734470585018532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-can-go-wrong-when-you-lie-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113721657280716233</id><published>2006-01-13T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T21:29:32.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in ages. I was bogged down by a major flu and a toad crawled in my throat, made residence there and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I got into trouble in camp yesterday, and I had to write a report. And I must say I really enjoy writing. It's true, when there's feeling, you write the shit out of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jae's party was good...until tat unfortunate incident&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113721657280716233?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113721657280716233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113721657280716233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113721657280716233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113721657280716233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113661558751105932</id><published>2006-01-06T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:33:07.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updated the links. Finally after 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walla Walla was good. I never socialized that easily before. I got a sore throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113661558751105932?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113661558751105932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113661558751105932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113661558751105932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113661558751105932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/updated-links.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113614641563827140</id><published>2006-01-01T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:16:58.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay highlights of the night.&lt;br /&gt;-I got drunk. But what I said still stands, I only got drunk once in 2005. And already once in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;-Jonathan punched a bangla and complained his "hand smells like indian sia!" the whole night&lt;br /&gt;-I was shouting something about banglas when there were bangla surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;-Bourbon beer is a fucked up drink.&lt;br /&gt;-My watch is spoilt. Knee bruised. Fingers bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0871.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0871.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me and Tim. He got me drunk. 5ive ten is a dumb game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0871.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0875.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0875.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0877.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0877.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joseph Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0880.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0880.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim looks wet. Classic Jonathan. Me. Joe kissing. Clarence falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Genevie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0886.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0886.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Retards straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0896.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0896.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot of the year. You know which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serangoon Boys straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is considered mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Pong Chu Man on drugs. And Germaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at King Latifah in the middle trying to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the probably the best pic I took that night. Big shout out to the 2 ang mohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my camera and took a random shot. Look at the Obvious Moron. Yeah party goer of the night. The Obvious Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and his trademark smile. And some extra woman in the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113614641563827140?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113614641563827140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113614641563827140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113614641563827140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113614641563827140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-highlights-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113594121724133254</id><published>2005-12-29T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:58:07.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2005 was eventful. To say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was physically impaired for like half a year&lt;br /&gt;-I had a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;-I changed sections in camp, which was kinda a big deal for a while.&lt;br /&gt;-The Serangoon Boys formed...and is probably breaking up soon.&lt;br /&gt;-I finally started learning driving.&lt;br /&gt;-I lost and gained weight&lt;br /&gt;-Last army year!&lt;br /&gt;-I got drunk only once, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moron of the Year award&lt;/strong&gt; goes to 2sg Vernon. He thinks that if a grain of sand is lodged in a magazine, my tapping of the magazine would cause a round to go off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Year&lt;/strong&gt; goes to Jonathan"Girls cannot be more addictive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slowest Learner of the Year&lt;/strong&gt; goes to Sherman, who just learned how to play dai dee on xmas. Sherman also won himself &lt;strong&gt;Fake Hair Extensions of the Year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prophet of the Year&lt;/strong&gt; goes to Tan Ching, the budding tarot card reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Spot of the Year &lt;/strong&gt;goes to Liew Shi Xiong, for putting up with all my crap. You do have enlightenment indeed. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party of the Year&lt;/strong&gt;, Zoukout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Itchy Backside Person of the Year&lt;/strong&gt; goes to Hern Ping, for saying "ba ku teh" to the midget by the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Excited Blogger of the Year&lt;/strong&gt; goes to Foo Chuan Soon, &lt;a href="http://www.c3s686.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.c3s686.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, go you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most annoying drunk of the Year&lt;/strong&gt; goes to ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113594121724133254?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113594121724133254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113594121724133254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113594121724133254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113594121724133254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-was-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113579297910628681</id><published>2005-12-28T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T10:02:59.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha okay so in camp today we saw a couple of dogs screwing by the side of the road and Lester decided to throw a rock at them. In a panicked reflex, the male tried to move to the side. The amazing part was, its dick was stucked in the female's pussy. Man. THEN! I dunno wtf the male was doing, it kinda turned, and faced the other direction, that meant its dick was turned 180 degrees! It started yelping in pain. Ugh...so painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113579297910628681?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113579297910628681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113579297910628681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113579297910628681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113579297910628681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/haha-okay-so-in-camp-today-we-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113566780229514433</id><published>2005-12-26T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:16:42.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes quote of the year goes to Jonathan Ng Xiang You:&lt;br /&gt;"Girls cannot be more addictive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a classic moment in history. He was....fooling around with someone. Me and Clarissa were looking and going "what the fuck is he doing?" Then bam! the quote came. Me and Clarissa's awkward staring at each other was just classic. Ahh. Cheers to great moments of drunkedness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113566780229514433?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113566780229514433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113566780229514433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113566780229514433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113566780229514433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-yes-quote-of-year-goes-to-jonathan.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113551385617522488</id><published>2005-12-25T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T09:26:05.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Xmas eve was good. First to cousin's house, ate a lot of pasta. Then to Clarence's house, ate lots of shepherd pie. Boat Party next, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan was drunk as shit. Had to hull his ass home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0819.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0819.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Zoolanders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0817.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0817.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and a chipmunk, named Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Serangoon Boys straight up yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, Estel and her boyfriend, the businessman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jermaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jonathan, the "aquamarine" guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Clarissa. She's the twin of something here, guess who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0841.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0841.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113551385617522488?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113551385617522488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113551385617522488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113551385617522488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113551385617522488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas-eve-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113509929441504227</id><published>2005-12-20T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:50:40.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Downgraded. Pes C2L2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went xmas shopping with Jonathan and Clarence today. Was just talking cock and shopping all the way. I was the camerawhore today. But no, I am not gonna turn into blog-pic-whore who posts all his pics online soonafter. Took some videos too. I was imitating, for the whole bloody day how one of my friends danced in a club. And I filmed jonathan skipping down orchard road with his&lt;br /&gt;shopping bags like, as he said in his blog "a twat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la I ain't that bad.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sarah. HAHA i can't believe she wore a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some losers(I not counted k).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and his "dun wanna say la but i know i handsome" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that. My finger turns Jonathan on. Ya like that huh? Yeah? ya like that? yeah yeah? OHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did that. See he didn't even dare talk. And whose extra hand is that behind??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/1600/IMG_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/779/173/320/IMG_0728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sane ones. Oh hey guess how old my shirt is? 5 fucking years old bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113509929441504227?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113509929441504227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113509929441504227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113509929441504227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113509929441504227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/downgraded.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113491046603205274</id><published>2005-12-18T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T04:54:26.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw a doctor today, and apparently I have toncillitis....AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc was like "see? ur lips are so red"&lt;br /&gt;i was like "Err...my lips have this colour since I was young, it's natural"&lt;br /&gt;then he said "no no no it's the extension of toncillistis".&lt;br /&gt;wtf so that means ever since I was like primary1 I had toncillitis everyday of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to MOS last night and man I love house music. My ears are still ringing. The place is fucking big. Literally 4 clubs in one. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113491046603205274?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113491046603205274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113491046603205274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113491046603205274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113491046603205274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/saw-doctor-today-and-apparently-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113475843662342401</id><published>2005-12-16T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:40:36.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>King Kong is filled with action and special effects and is probably worth your 8.50, but it's ultimately a shallow show. I found some parts just plain hilarious. Not that I am mocking it or what, but it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if I&lt;br /&gt;dunno what to say&lt;br /&gt;will you sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;will you think of me&lt;br /&gt;will i shake this off&lt;br /&gt;pretend it's all okay&lt;br /&gt;that there's someone out there who feels just like me&lt;br /&gt;there is&lt;br /&gt;-Box Car Racer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only and Me and Jonathan from Serangoon Garden Technical went to JC. All our friends went to Poly. So....it FEELS AWESOME THAT ALL OF THEM JUST POP-ED FROM BMT WHILE I AM GONNA ORD LIKE DAMN SOON. BIATCH~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113475843662342401?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113475843662342401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113475843662342401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113475843662342401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113475843662342401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/king-kong-is-filled-with-action-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113431977498471969</id><published>2005-12-11T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T08:49:35.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Driving Update-&lt;br /&gt;Final Theory-Passed&lt;br /&gt;No. of lessons gone:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoukout was awesome. Totally changed my mindset about big parties for the masses. And I didn't even spend much. I accidentally broke Lester's slippers. I saw someone who's not supposed to even be there. Some chick really liked my nipples. Sleeping in mrt=wack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113431977498471969?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113431977498471969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113431977498471969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113431977498471969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113431977498471969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/driving-update-final-theory-passed-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113415116013247200</id><published>2005-12-09T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:59:20.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could write another story right now. The last time I wrote one was when I was going through a very hard period in my life. And I agree with my friend Lester, you need to have a lot of feeling to write up a good story, otherwise you need a hell load of creativity in ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...i will prolly write one when I ORD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113415116013247200?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113415116013247200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113415116013247200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113415116013247200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113415116013247200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wish-i-could-write-another-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113406113926974278</id><published>2005-12-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:58:59.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dec 20th - Dec 31th. Should be a breeze. Then January comes. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm perhaps I shall buy things for people on xmas, those that mean a lot to me. I always tell myself "as long as it's not spent on me, it's worth it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya so Serangoon Boys, heads up yo! Too bad for the rest, you live too far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113406113926974278?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113406113926974278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113406113926974278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113406113926974278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113406113926974278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/dec-20th-dec-31th.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113395383226517608</id><published>2005-12-07T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T03:10:32.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for driving today and this instructor, being right next to the sink, took it to wash his dick right after peeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more months to clear leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with everyone using emoticons in msn lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113395383226517608?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113395383226517608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113395383226517608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113395383226517608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113395383226517608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-went-for-driving-today-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574494.post-113363852824951375</id><published>2005-12-03T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:35:28.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I am one of those people who belong to the "not so bad afterall" or "you HAVE to know him to like him" category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always indulging in decadence and letting impulse take over, there's no such thing as me sacrificing something reasonably valuable for a certain period so I can purchase something I want; there's no such thing as me bothering to go for a family event just for the sake of seeing my boring uncles and aunties; there's no such thing as simple virtues and morals to follow;there's no such thing as trying my best in things I hate, albeit they benefit in the long run;there's no such thing as understanding when I don't fucking like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not nice to be forgotten, when all you've done created only short-term effects, only to fade away in time. Funny how AGAIN, I am the only fucking one to suffer. Hope ya happy. You seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think anyone who thinks Nyguen should be allowed to live are fucking retards who dunno shit about the real world. Nobody played God, but someone certainly did play with fire and blew himself up. Childish assholes. Bet you all see some police files or watever on drugs victims you guys will go feeling chagrined and go "err hur hur I think i got second thoughts leh".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574494-113363852824951375?l=aldeneatworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113363852824951375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574494&amp;postID=113363852824951375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113363852824951375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574494/posts/default/113363852824951375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldeneatworld.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-feel-like-i-am-one-of-those-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Alden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17267568421971094463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
