<?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-19088517</id><updated>2011-08-15T13:04:44.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Bin</title><subtitle type='html'>That's me =) ---&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-5088929828285584475</id><published>2008-12-24T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:42:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumerism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/SVJI4LkUHyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o17DpDH-jF8/s1600-h/WSJcartoon121808.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/SVJI4LkUHyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o17DpDH-jF8/s320/WSJcartoon121808.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365442873990946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my R-date. urgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But tonight I saved a lot of money by dining at home. A steamboat gathering on Christmas Eve. How nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I need for Christmas is u. Every Christmas. Every New Year (Deepavali, Hari Raya, Vesak Day,etc). &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-5088929828285584475?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/5088929828285584475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=5088929828285584475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/5088929828285584475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/5088929828285584475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2008/12/consumerism.html' title='Consumerism'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/SVJI4LkUHyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o17DpDH-jF8/s72-c/WSJcartoon121808.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-1857128119871762474</id><published>2008-12-09T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:27:23.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting restaurant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/ST4drTKnlKI/AAAAAAAAABA/1R5rnWSp2-c/s1600-h/inflation+surcharge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/ST4drTKnlKI/AAAAAAAAABA/1R5rnWSp2-c/s320/inflation+surcharge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277688443041191074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the restaurant must have taken macroeconomics module in his uni days. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-1857128119871762474?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/1857128119871762474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=1857128119871762474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/1857128119871762474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/1857128119871762474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-restaurant.html' title='Interesting restaurant.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/ST4drTKnlKI/AAAAAAAAABA/1R5rnWSp2-c/s72-c/inflation+surcharge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-8842435525220023532</id><published>2008-12-08T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:36:05.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas for 2008 inflated by 8.1%.</title><content type='html'>On the Twelfth Day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;         My true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;         Twelve drummers drumming,&lt;br /&gt;         Eleven pipers piping,&lt;br /&gt;         Ten lords a-leaping,&lt;br /&gt;         Nine ladies dancing,&lt;br /&gt;         Eight maids a-milking,&lt;br /&gt;         Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;         Six geese a-laying,&lt;br /&gt;         Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;         Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;         Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;         Two turtle-doves,&lt;br /&gt;         And a partridge in a pear tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. There exits this interesting Christmas Price Index (created by PNC Wealth Management) which is like the Consumer Price Index. It can be viewed &lt;a href="http://www.pncchristmaspriceindex.com/CPI/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. 2008 12 days of Christmas has supposedly inflated by 8.1% as compared to last year's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting faq :&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which year could the “True Love” afford to be a scrooge?&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p&gt;The cheapest cost of Christmas in dollars occurred in 1995, when the true cost of Christmas was only $51,000."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt; (and yours too) will need to spend more money this year to bring me this basket of goods (hint: nine ladies dancing will do, I don't need that partridge, geese and whatsoever. :D).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-8842435525220023532?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/8842435525220023532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=8842435525220023532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/8842435525220023532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/8842435525220023532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-for-2008-inflated.html' title='12 Days of Christmas for 2008 inflated by 8.1%.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-3568792101215304764</id><published>2008-12-02T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:56:07.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack of All Trades or Master of One?</title><content type='html'>I always find it interesting to read about how human analyse their own thinking process. And today, I came across such an &lt;a href="http://insight.kellogg.northwestern.edu/index.php/Kellogg/article/jack_of_all_trades_or_master_of_one"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://insight.kellogg.northwestern.edu/index.php/Kellogg/article/jack_of_all_trades_or_master_of_one"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; by a Northwestern doctoral student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this paragraph particularly enlightening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heuristics are simple mental rules that people use to make decisions, form judgments, and solve problems. According to the zero-sum heuristic, individuals believe that the alternatives in a given choice set are balanced in their overall performance. Hence, consumers draw compensatory inferences and conclude that for each option, advantages in one attribute must be compensated for by disadvantages in another attribute. Therefore, when evaluating choice sets comprising both specialized and all-in-one options, consumers tend to consider the overall performance of the alternatives to be equivalent. This leads them to draw two types of compensatory inferences: compensatory devaluation, which lowers the perceived performance of the all-in-one option, and compensatory polarization, which enhances the perceived performance of the specialized options on their differentiating attributes. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after having experienced the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demise&lt;/span&gt; of my 2 years old all-in-one printer , I'm slanted towards the 'masters of one' instead of the 'jacks of all trades'. Can you imagine when your all-in-one becomes a all-except-print printer (a printer that doesn't print?!?!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the hand, I have received feedback from friends about their pleasant experiences with all-in-one printers. Well, sometimes it boils down to luck (and yes, brand). Futhermore, nowadays home printers are usually all-in-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention, the novelty of a post-ORD lifestyle is slowly dying off but nevertheless, it's still great! LG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-3568792101215304764?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/3568792101215304764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=3568792101215304764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/3568792101215304764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/3568792101215304764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2008/12/jack-of-all-trades-or-master-of-one.html' title='Jack of All Trades or Master of One?'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-7678243785075874485</id><published>2008-03-09T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:09:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time last year This time next year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the time of the year again when you see/hear/smell/feel the excitement of the j3s with their grades and the anticipation that comes along with it. All the best ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just realised that one of the VJ top students happened to be my junior. And wow, she made such a great improvement. From a freshman struggling in her studies to a bright and successful scholar. So proud of you! and to all the j3s guys out there, have fun with NS (it's getting freaking damn bloody boring now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll get my fair share of the academic excitement this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-7678243785075874485?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/7678243785075874485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=7678243785075874485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/7678243785075874485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/7678243785075874485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-time-last-year-this-time-next-year.html' title='This time last year This time next year'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-2091263562169874994</id><published>2008-01-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:16:50.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01-01</title><content type='html'>It's this day of the year again. A lot of things have changed. For the better and for the worse. As for me, after a year of thinking, I can finally see where I'll be heading in the years to come. But the thing is that, there're many paths which I can take to reach that main route... Well, I shall see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this year will be a better one. a year filled with gd luck. I need lots of that this year especially this first half of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to a great 08 ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;risingcostoflivingisabitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;risingcostoflivingisabitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;risingcostoflivingisabitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-2091263562169874994?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/2091263562169874994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=2091263562169874994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/2091263562169874994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/2091263562169874994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2008/01/01-01.html' title='01-01'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-8506560486664151749</id><published>2007-12-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:56:08.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commissioning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, 9 months seems like a painfully long wait. 38 weeks... finally, this wait is concluding and a new chapter is waiting for us. In fact cadet school life is just like any other schooling experience; when it's ending, u begin to look back and feel nostalgic. Some of us are still uncertain and doubtful if we're up to the job. Hopefully, we will &lt;em&gt;lead&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;excel&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;overcome&lt;/em&gt; whatever challenges we may encounter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67/07 OCC, we will uphold the pride and honour of the officer corps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-8506560486664151749?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/8506560486664151749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=8506560486664151749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/8506560486664151749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/8506560486664151749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/12/commissioning.html' title='commissioning...'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-1917371949178581302</id><published>2007-09-23T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:11:45.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intrepid</title><content type='html'>easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;已经听了一百遍&lt;br /&gt;怎么听都不会倦&lt;br /&gt;从白天唱到黑夜&lt;br /&gt;你一直在身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果世界太危险&lt;br /&gt;只有音乐最安全&lt;br /&gt;带着我进梦里面&lt;br /&gt;让各自都实现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论是开心还是难过&lt;br /&gt;我的爱一直不变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不论是hiphop还是摇滚&lt;br /&gt;我的爱一直不变&lt;br /&gt;所有美好回忆记录在里面&lt;br /&gt;这张forever love那么深&lt;br /&gt;我们的歌那么真&lt;br /&gt;不过界跨时代&lt;br /&gt;再不会叫kissgoodbye&lt;br /&gt;有没有一句能够动人心弦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情人总分分合合&lt;br /&gt;可是我们却越爱越深&lt;br /&gt;认识你让我的幸福&lt;br /&gt;如此悦耳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能不要记得&lt;br /&gt;继续唱我们的歌&lt;br /&gt;让感动一辈子都记得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 more month to end of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 more month to end of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 more month to end of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 more month to end of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-1917371949178581302?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/1917371949178581302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=1917371949178581302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/1917371949178581302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/1917371949178581302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/09/intrepid.html' title='intrepid'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-5575149159543827725</id><published>2007-09-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:03:39.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He really got it =)</title><content type='html'>Yup, my bro got his infantry Sword of Honour alright and the golden bayonet. I'm so proud of him. It's really great to see how happy the graduands were ytd when they threw their peak caps into the air, congratulating one another. I saw the airforce sword of honour wei siang as well, it just so happens that he was my bro's bmt buddy. Great, now sword-of-honours come in buddy packages haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw many high ranking military officers from other countries like taiwan, brunei and canada (i think). And not forgetting our very own Chief of Defence Force Lieutenant General Desmond Quek along with our Minister Yaacob Ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lead To Excel To Overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-5575149159543827725?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/5575149159543827725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=5575149159543827725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/5575149159543827725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/5575149159543827725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/09/he-really-got-it.html' title='He really got it =)'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-7557600921994362672</id><published>2007-08-11T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:41:29.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>En Masse</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I came to do some housekeeping at this dusty [ euphemism: vintage =) ] site. Moments ago, I figure that since I've so much free time this weekend, I might as well do some update over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've come to make a decision which will, no doubt, influence how my future's gonna be like. It's kinda risky but at least I feel comfortable pursuing this dream. Don't feel like harping too much about it here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been both a good and bad holiday week for me. It's really good to be older and more mature; you get wiser as you mature. Sounds cliche but it's god damn true. Things which you've never consider before and dimensions of thinking which you have never explore before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing that happened this week is that I met with Mr and Mrs Accident on Monday and wednesday respectively. On monday, my finger got hit crush jam whatever you call it by one of the vehicle equipment while doing ************** (don't ask me why you see stars. it's SAF magic.) on wednesday, I twisted my ankle during the low ramp jump in a bid to meet my personal timing. These explain why I've got so much free time -.- . Never has it ever occur to me that I will get &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;confined as a civilian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. not too bad, confined to home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few more months' time, we will graduate hahhah. few? yes few -.- . My bro's commissioning is coming up in a matter of weeks. hopefully, he'll get &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-7557600921994362672?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/7557600921994362672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=7557600921994362672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/7557600921994362672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/7557600921994362672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/08/en-masse.html' title='En Masse'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-4091774160968652095</id><published>2007-06-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:10:37.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oct digital lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/RmAowZeWGMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bpg8n2hR3AA/s1600-h/flashelementtd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/RmAowZeWGMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bpg8n2hR3AA/s320/flashelementtd.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071097992356174018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct digital lifestyle =X &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/YONGBI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/YONGBI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/YONGBI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mofunzone- wahhahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-4091774160968652095?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/4091774160968652095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=4091774160968652095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/4091774160968652095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/4091774160968652095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/06/oct-digital-lifestyle.html' title='oct digital lifestyle'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/RmAowZeWGMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bpg8n2hR3AA/s72-c/flashelementtd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-2879174969035569215</id><published>2007-04-15T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:42:12.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full of firsts.</title><content type='html'>I must say that my first 2 weeks in safti ocs camp were pretty eventful. I will remember the bonding and friendships forged during the Common Leadership module; you guys @ Tango are the best. Hope you guys are having fun now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got posted to ocs Air Wing. Hopefully I'll be out as an Airforce officer (ADA o.0 ).  Life in Air wing is .. ... well no comment as yet since I'm only a week into Air Wing. Air Wing is quite relaxed but somehow I miss Tango now, as much as I missed pegasus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my cadet duty, spend my first saturday duty in that room, did my first flag raising and lowering ceremony. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lead, To Excel, To Overcome. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-2879174969035569215?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/2879174969035569215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=2879174969035569215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/2879174969035569215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/2879174969035569215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-full-of-firsts.html' title='Life is full of firsts.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-1010628904885774145</id><published>2007-03-22T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T15:02:36.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran-dom</title><content type='html'>credit to grossomodo hahhah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Traditional Capitalism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one and buy a bull.&lt;br /&gt;Your herd multiplies and the economy grows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell them and retire on the income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.&lt;br /&gt;You are surprised when the cow drops dead. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A French Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Japanese Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;You then create clever cow cartoon images called ‘Cowkimon’ and market them worldwide.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A German Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A British Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Both are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Italian Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Swiss Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 5,000 cows, none of which belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;You charge others for storing their cows for them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Chinese Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have 300 people milking them.&lt;br /&gt;You claim full employment and high bovine productivity.&lt;br /&gt;You have the newsman who reported on the numbers arrested.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Indian Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You worship them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Malaysian Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sign a 40-year contract to supply milk at RM0.06 per litre.&lt;br /&gt;Midway through, you raise the price to RM0.60 and threaten to cut the supply.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the buyer agrees to the new price, you change your mind again and now want RM1.20.&lt;br /&gt;The buyer decides you can keep your milk and researches and develops milk that comes from recycled cows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your two cows retire together with the Prime Minister.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Singaporean Corporation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;One cow-beh and one cow-bu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-1010628904885774145?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/1010628904885774145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=1010628904885774145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/1010628904885774145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/1010628904885774145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/03/ran-dom.html' title='Ran-dom'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-3639999586038945463</id><published>2007-02-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:02:15.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GXFC.</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since I last posted. Pardon my bad English =X. NS does attentuate human brain power(the dogs there are brainy; they howl during daily flag rising ceremony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must been fortunate enough to land myself in a fun coy and cool section (section 2!!).  Like every other big gathering,  I met ppl from all walks of life. The officers, sergeants, platoon mates and of course our gung-ho CSM. I learnt a lot. How to not take things for granted and the true meaning of independent living. And physically, my stamina improved a lot which I found out just ytd when i got ard 9.30 for my 2.4. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my book out few hours ago. Mainland Singapore's refreshing air really makes one feel rejuvenated =) . A very happy Chinese New Year to everyone out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-3639999586038945463?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/3639999586038945463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=3639999586038945463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/3639999586038945463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/3639999586038945463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/02/gxfc.html' title='GXFC.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-2797821606123771335</id><published>2007-01-11T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T11:52:06.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekong Break.</title><content type='html'>I'll tattoo the whole terrain of tekong on myself. don't worry guys. lol. haf fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 hr to go.. tick tock tick tock. hope my company is fun and my mates are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Bin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-2797821606123771335?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/2797821606123771335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=2797821606123771335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/2797821606123771335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/2797821606123771335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/01/tekong-break.html' title='Tekong Break.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-116805443719186094</id><published>2007-01-06T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:33:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary dinner with a superb stayover.</title><content type='html'>yeah the title says it all. we should do this again SOON. haha. the 'back-ups' were great =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-116805443719186094?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/116805443719186094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=116805443719186094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116805443719186094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116805443719186094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/01/ordinary-dinner-with-superb-stayover.html' title='ordinary dinner with a superb stayover.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-116778281512663696</id><published>2007-01-03T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:08:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First '07 post. =X</title><content type='html'>Seeing others dressed up in their sch U and geared with their 'scholarly equipments', I felt nostalgic again. I've decided to blog less, write more recently, which explains my lagging first post of 2007 (not as lag as my Singnet connection now though, @$#(*^%(*^ it is still laggy. life's always unfair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've grown to be more inclined towards personal reflections rather than public posts which are easily accessible by 98343262384694582^(tan pi/2) people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway I was reading an section on healthcare in ST today. It was sth about pessimists dying earlier than optimists and all the suggestions for pessimists to stay healthy live longer. I was thinking for those pure die-hard pessimists out there who only see the negative side of life, actually living a shorter life may not be a bad thing. After all, who said that high life expectancy means more happiness? Yes indeed, happy ppl live longer but that statistic is just a mere indicator of a population's health ( Pessimists can also live longer depending on their lifestyles). Also, who said that pessimists = bad ppl? At least, you'll have a easier time borrowing money from pessimists (since they don't expect it to be returned =X ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, so my resolution for 2007. Learn to be an optimist. it sucks to stuck somewhere in between (esp when you're closer to the pessimists' side. that was where I was standing in 2006; for those who have endured my nonsense, my apologies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once again, I can't help ending my first 2007 post with a ... Nil Sine Labore. The words which have served me so well for the past 6 yrs (and I hope to keep it that way).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-116778281512663696?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/116778281512663696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=116778281512663696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116778281512663696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116778281512663696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-07-post-x.html' title='First &apos;07 post. =X'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-116703692281541961</id><published>2006-12-25T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:55:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"innovative" singaporeans caught in the act</title><content type='html'>S'pore drivers at JB petrol pumps ignore danger as they... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILT CAR TO PUMP IN THE LAST DROP &lt;br /&gt;SAVINGS: About $1 &lt;br /&gt;RISKS: Ruining car engine and paint, causing fire hazard, releasing harmful gases &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Tan Mae Lynn, The Electric New Paper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO gain a further saving of just over $1, these Singapore petrol-pinchers are willing to put themselves at risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not content to just pump a tank of 'cheaper' petrol in Johor Baru before returning to Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they want their tank 100 per cent full, filling up all remaining space, which serves as a safety feature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do this, they would go as far as to tilt their car sideways, by propping up the rear tyre with a brick or using a jack to raise the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing so, drivers would be able to pump in an extra litre of petrol (see graphics). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, motoring experts warn that these drivers are putting themselves in danger because there is a reason that fuel tanks are not meant to be filled completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra space is meant as a safety feature when the fuel expands. If the tank is totally full, the inflammable vapour could seep out, posing a fire risk. (See report on next page.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the tank's cap is not properly secured, excess petrol will also gush out when the car is level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts also warn that over-filling can ruin the engine as well as release harmful vapour into the atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total savings for pulling such a dangerous stunt? Just about a dollar for that extra litre of petrol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pump attendants across the Causeway said it's not unusual for 'kiasu' motorists to try to maximise their petrol top-up before returning to Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it must be getting common - one petrol station even provides ramps to 'tilt' the cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, pump prices range from $1.58 to $1.83 a litre. In Malaysia, prices are almost halved, from 70 cents (RM1.60) to 83 cents (RM1.91) a litre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two months ago, it would have cost close to $90 to fill up a 60-litre tank here. Now, it's about $70 with oil prices having dipped from about US$80 ($123) a barrel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the three-quarter tank rule, visitors on short trips to Johor Baru (JB) would usually save about $10 to $20 by filling up before returning to Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some are not content with such savings. Pump attendants have noticed more Singaporeans stepping out of their cars armed with jacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attendant at a petrol station near the Sentosa area in JB said: 'This middle-aged man, a regular here, would jack up his old Mercedes on one side.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are the more extreme cases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mostly, they will just push and shake the car because they think this can get rid of air bubbles so they can pump more in,' he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore manager Derrick Tan, 40, said he was shocked to see what these drivers were doing when he was in JB recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, he thought a fellow Singaporean had a tyre puncture because he was jacking up his car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But when I realised he was doing it to pump more petrol, I was speechless. When he saw me staring, he gave me a smug look, probably thinking he was very smart.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During The New Paper on Sunday's check earlier this week, at least one petrol station about 5km from the Causeway provides customers with a ramp to help them tilt the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At each pump, a wooden ramp is available for customers' use. It is about half a metre long and 15cm high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ramps are solid wood, and weighs about 10kg each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ramp is placed behind one of the rear wheels, and the driver reverses up it and parks the car so it's tilted to one side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Singapore-registered cars appeared to use this ramp. When we approached the drivers, none wanted to be identified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple in a Singapore-registered Proton did not want to speak to us and tried to stop us from taking pictures of their car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only driver who agreed to be interviewed claimed he could get $20 worth of extra petrol in the tank using this method. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An employee at this Caltex station, Miss Siti Zubaidah, 24, said about 70 per cent of its Singaporean customers will use this tactic. 'Some customers have told me that they can get 80km more from the extra (petrol) they put in,' she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most pump attendants said that, at best, car owners can save about $1.30 to $2.20 on average for small to medium cars, while larger cars such as MPVs can save about $4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caltex station operator said he offers the service because it's what his customers want. 'To me, the customers come first,' he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operator, who did not want to be named, took over the station's operations about a month ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The previous operator offered this, so I just continued offering it,' he claimed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the tango tilt is unique to owners of Singapore-registered cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Siti said: 'Only Singapore cars do it. I've not seen any Malaysian cars use the wooden ramp. Maybe Singaporeans want extra petrol, and it's cheaper here.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Mr Gerard Ee, former president of the Automobile Association of Singapore, questioned if the minimal savings is worth the effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In theory, you could get a little more petrol in, but how much air space can you fill? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If it's an older car and the tank cap doesn't fit well, fuel can leak out and that can be dangerous. Fuel against the bodywork of a car erodes the paint as well.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mark Alexander, 34, a car owner, thinks it is ridiculous. 'How much can you save? If you can afford to buy a car, why can't you afford to cover petrol?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certainly other ways to save money on petrol: Make sure the tyres are inflated correctly, the engine is serviced regularly, there is no unnecessary heavy load in the boot, and cut down on using the highest octane level fuel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most cars can run efficiently on 92 octane fuel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for an even better way to save money on fuel, take the bus.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how smart. save over a buck and end up endangering yourselves. *clap clap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-116703692281541961?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/116703692281541961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=116703692281541961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116703692281541961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116703692281541961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/12/innovative-singaporeans-caught-in-act.html' title='&quot;innovative&quot; singaporeans caught in the act'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-116669824756631697</id><published>2006-12-21T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:32:42.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. 6561st day of my life.</title><content type='html'>Went back to VJ today. I must say that the CT councillors now are very committed. They actually came back for a meeting amidst their holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the school. All's so familar yet not quite the same. something just seemed different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guard's beaming smile and neverending updates about the garden.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Jancy's in the GO.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl on the tarmac. Ppl on the field.&lt;br /&gt;Guys' toilet not so clean. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Girls' toilet. .. ... .... .... I didnt go in. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hardly any teacher. Hardly anyone in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;And that very spot which brings back fond memories. of you.&lt;br /&gt;The garden's still green and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The librarian took us for intruders and was very aggressive. Zam wanted to point his m.f. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my junior for pangsehing me. But at the same time, someone felt the same about me being late for an hour. heh. sorry about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-116669824756631697?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/116669824756631697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=116669824756631697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116669824756631697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116669824756631697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-6561st-day-of-my-life.html' title='Today. 6561st day of my life.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-116507887518370723</id><published>2006-12-03T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T01:01:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting Novelty?</title><content type='html'>As we grow older, there seem to be less magic out there in the world for us to experience. The novelty wears off when we think that we've seen it all. There isn't anything really interesting in a sense. Even close relationships can become unbearably lifeless. Best friends and lovers could even run out of subjects of interest. More and more people will espouse this feeling at some point in their lives(some are still grappling with this 'interesting' world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhap we could spice up our lives if we could cleanse ourselves of yesterday's prejudices and meaningless entanglements, live each day reborn. Well, that's just my theoretical suggestion. It's hard(not impossible?) to be put into action especially when we're trapped in this fast-paced society. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to NS, that'll prolly add some magic to my life I guess. yes I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-116507887518370723?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/116507887518370723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=116507887518370723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116507887518370723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/116507887518370723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/12/everlasting-novelty.html' title='Everlasting Novelty?'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-115675602958405453</id><published>2006-08-28T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:07:09.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>public pools are afterall public pools.</title><content type='html'>decided that today's a nice day for a good long swim. it was great until some stupid gay pervert sick idiotic moronic shit had to happen. other than that, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. couldn't finish gp p1 and p2. what a day. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-115675602958405453?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/115675602958405453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=115675602958405453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/115675602958405453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/115675602958405453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/08/public-pools-are-afterall-public-pools.html' title='public pools are afterall public pools.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-115494967353049330</id><published>2006-08-07T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:21:13.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for an ascetic mugging retreat.</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. I'll be back again. I hope I'll do it with high flying colours instead. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Door Just Opened on a Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A door just opened on a street--&lt;br /&gt;I, lost, was passing by--&lt;br /&gt;An instant's width of warmth disclosed&lt;br /&gt;And wealth, and company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door as sudden shut, and I,&lt;br /&gt;I, lost, was passing by,--&lt;br /&gt;Lost doubly, but by contrast most,&lt;br /&gt;Enlightening misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav poet. Perfect sketch of my situation. So goodbye ppl. Best of luck for prelims A's and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-115494967353049330?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/115494967353049330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=115494967353049330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/115494967353049330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/115494967353049330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/08/away-for-ascetic-mugging-retreat.html' title='Away for an ascetic mugging retreat.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-115409710919662498</id><published>2006-07-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:32:44.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm holding on to mine. What about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long break from blogging, suddenly i feel like adding something for no reason or whatsoever. Even though there're megatonnes of work waiting for me to do, I still chose to 'follow my heart'. Hee I'm a euphemist. i need some slack in life (maybe I'm having too much right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're 'A's hot on my heels. Temptations floating in my mind. Bubbles of distraction in the air. Oh well... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what major events have I missed out during the blogging inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midyear. D for chem. B for econs. DB. dustbin. furk (up).&lt;br /&gt;Napfa. A satisfying gold after a month of potato-couching.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's all I can recall haha.. Don't talk about NS check up and  all that.&lt;br /&gt;No skirt issue here. No college day comment. Nothing about VS 130th Speech day. Nothing about falling down and risking another arm for the past few days. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, that's something out of Nothing(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm already looking forward to life after 'A's. Hope nothing dash my uni dreams. And that is if I get myself to work hard enough. NOW. Oh speaking of life after 'A's, I really hope to catch up on things which I really wanted to do but haven't really got a chance to do during the last few years (and even right now). Those are already in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish-bin. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to mine. What about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-115409710919662498?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/115409710919662498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=115409710919662498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/115409710919662498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/115409710919662498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-holding-on-to-mine-what-about-you.html' title='I&apos;m holding on to mine. What about you?'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-114717823941759627</id><published>2006-05-09T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:38:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching Ants on that bus 31 seat.</title><content type='html'>Ok the title has no relevance to this blog entry haha.  just gonna copy and paste sth which I wrote in a sketch pad while I was on the long journey in a crowded bus 31. saw some old friends. saw some old neighbours. saw some quarrelling. small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not too bad. Today was my first real 'hands' on after the surgeon gave me the greenlight yesterday. 11 pull ups. Exceeding my expectation. I was thinking after 5 months or so of not doing pull ups, my strength would restart frm zero. U dun use it, U lose it. Phew. Didn't lost that much. Hee Mood: Happy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still there's the emotional voidness whenever I hear that all too familiar tune. D-A-M-N tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's it. I'm trying to make my blog as uninteresting as possible. lower the readership (if there's any in the first place). and slowly..... ..... ..... .... ..... ..... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;blog on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-114717823941759627?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/114717823941759627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=114717823941759627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114717823941759627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114717823941759627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/05/marching-ants-on-that-bus-31-seat.html' title='Marching Ants on that bus 31 seat.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-114628160071203303</id><published>2006-04-29T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:33:20.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak weather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah. Freaky weather in Singapore. This applies to all the other places on Earth as well. It started off refreshing and cool. Wow, a change in weather huh? So Singapore's not gonna be hot and hot and hot anymore? But sometimes you just get turned off by the constant pouring from the big daddies up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to look forward to in school these days. Nothing worth having attending to out of school.  except that I must say that the General Election this year seems to be more interesting than the yesteryears'. Perhaps my new found addiction to The Economist is one of the few things which I can gladly look forward to these days. I'm beginning to feel like an old, over-mature adult. Picturing myself sipping warm black coffee, reading my papers peacefully beside the fireplace. (ok that's no fireplace in SG homes. so well I still have that bit of childhood imagination power i guess. not bad.) but still I'm dreading to be one of the reactants in this whole step-up reaction to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming is the most serious problem facing mankind. For? or Against? finally GP has sth that's closer to me now. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the rain is getting heavier. I had better make my way to the clinic now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-114628160071203303?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/114628160071203303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=114628160071203303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114628160071203303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114628160071203303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/04/freak-weather.html' title='Freak weather.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-114448505588991049</id><published>2006-04-08T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:35:47.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand, gravel and stones. and more stones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/1600/tmblackout.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another bedokical day today. other than that 5 school days. First Saturday water training after 3 months or so of nuaing n nuaing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I must say that the 4 plus km route at Bedok Reservoir is quite refreshing. I would have really enjoyed it if not for the lack of speed. Another lacklustre 9km. haiz. It's a totally different thing when you're up there like a coach spotting at canoeists' mistakes or enjoying the sea breeze. no. reservoir breeze to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's also rather interesting to see ppl drinking directly from the reservoir water and other ppl at the other end spitting into the water. And to think that one of the kayakers actually did his light lucrative business in it. ewwww. one molecule of urea per mouthful of drink. deli-eee-cious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER patronise pasta mania again. their pasta sux. their pizza sux. but somehow their customer service is above average. but still the f00d is more impt. =O. But there wasn't much choice. TM's food court had some once-in-a-million-years blackout. That leaves the fastfood restaurants and the Fulosey restaurants. yeah. pastamania. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this's probably one of the rare blog entries I gonna make these days. not these days. these months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered someone saying that y my blog is always tonnes n tonnes of text but no pic. yeah. Just to flush out some pics hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/1600/tmblack.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/320/tmblack.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.0 guess what I saw?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/1600/tmblackout.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/320/tmblackout.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time black out in TM. food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/1600/wonghammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/320/wonghammer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong and his usual funny antics. oh did I mention that I saw him at Bedok Reservoir just now also hah.. but the bad thing is that I met him when I was being overtaken by a brute runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/1600/mugzhongyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/320/mugzhongyu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ultimate. I caught Zhong Yu in action! hah. ok that's the common test 1 season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then.... Zai Jian! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey's hero is playing now. catch U in school. bb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-114448505588991049?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/114448505588991049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=114448505588991049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114448505588991049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114448505588991049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/04/sand-gravel-and-stones-and-more-stones.html' title='Sand, gravel and stones. and more stones.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-114225858063257542</id><published>2006-03-13T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:03:02.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagious flu ; Pass it On.</title><content type='html'>thanks ivan for that wipe on my shirt hah. now i'm down with sorethroat and a runny nose plus an irritating cough. breathless breathless. cant run cant jog cant swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how my monday goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7.10am: woke up. "oh freak, i'm late". with that said, in the next moment I was kancheongingly flagging for a cab. Another witty driver with loads of comments and insights. At that instance while I was conversing with him, it felt a like a mini-GP tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt; 7.45am: Reached school and I realised that the bus is still there. Looking small and cozy. As usual ppl were late. I was considered to be early. early, wth so much for flagging a cab with an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00am-- ard 9am: Long and tired ride to NTU. that's the other end of the world from VJ. yeah from one end of the world to the other end. crapping joking whining sleeping napping were all nicely scheduled into our 1hour itinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am to 5pm: The seminar(Econs and Public Policy) kicked off with a super interesting professor, someone with an exciting academic background. And the schedule goes on like this: every half an hour, the MC will sound the alarm and the next professor will take his stand in front of the whole vj-PT-sized LT and make his/her speech. Diminishing marginal utility sets in and I felt as if professional bedtime story tellers are coming for their auditions. But i learnt a lot from that seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between that period, there were 1 lunch break and 2 tea breaks. Yeah. the usual refreshments. except that some of the food seem to have expired. =X. i didnt say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh during the Q&amp;amp;A session, Mr Jack Cook (yes Jack Cook. I didnt type wrongly. quite a few teachers went. Include CT chow) asked quite a few questions addressed to the few professors on stage. Damn funny. haha. Shan't disclose the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm-6pm: another sleepy 1hour ride back VJ. (2nd)Home sweet (2nd) Home. Nice to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to walk ard with jotm in Tampines. Spilled sth drank sth saw sth. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less said, now let me concentrate on coughing and sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severe common flu is nothing more than a cynosure. I'm the ambassador of the sickly of s64 now. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-114225858063257542?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/114225858063257542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=114225858063257542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114225858063257542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114225858063257542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/03/contagious-flu-pass-it-on.html' title='Contagious flu ; Pass it On.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-114191811189749691</id><published>2006-03-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:06:52.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky infant.</title><content type='html'>Today I boarded a feeder bus back home. And there's this cute angel who is hyperactive ard 2 years old who is particularly active in the 'hands department' kope my wallet while I was asleep. Didnt know I would fall prey to even small kids when I'm off in dreams. but then again the kid was cute. so it was not a crime. hhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i supposed it's a good time for me to organise my goals for this year. and hopefully i can fulfill them maybe some of them isnt realistic but impossible is nothing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can even fall prey to a 2years old predator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Aces and distinctions&lt;br /&gt;2) Scholarship to fly away.&lt;br /&gt;3) A place in LSE. the London School of Entertainment. Let's See Europe.&lt;br /&gt;4) Get my fitness back on form.&lt;br /&gt;5) 6pac abs and hercules's arms.&lt;br /&gt;6) Be other ppl's tutelage and also find more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outlets&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;7) Find more reasons to be happy about for this whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well cya ppl. tmr's friday and I gonna miss house function. sad sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-114191811189749691?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/114191811189749691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=114191811189749691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114191811189749691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114191811189749691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/03/sneaky-infant.html' title='Sneaky infant.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-114152570158921890</id><published>2006-03-05T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:18:16.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a break away from studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yay! finally common tests are over. for me and some of us. sad to say, there's still computing tmr.. if not we would have really havocked on friday. at least the chem beings did themselves justice that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing what Kang said a few days back, I've been wondering about mediocrity and the act of settling for mediocrity. It still haunt me sometimes. OK. put that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself engaging in my favourite activities after the common tests. But sadly, the god damned doc still dont want to give me the green light. Hey COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thurs, few of us.ok call it a gang. a gang of us went for the career and education fair. It wasnt that great afterall. Moreover, the target audience is those working class people who want to engage in distance learning. u know. those local based 'overseas education'. But I heard that day there are a few booths that weren't around. like the UK education thingy. So now i'm contemplating whether to get my ass moving to check it out. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope there'll be more to look forward to these days. sometimes it's a displeasure to see someone frown. and worst, not knowing the cause of it. it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. saffa, cya soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised I haven't even eat my breakfast. and I woke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite early today! it's an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;we'll not settle for mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/1600/faces2edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5982/542/320/faces2edit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were high. and we'll be higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-114152570158921890?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/114152570158921890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=114152570158921890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114152570158921890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114152570158921890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-break-away-from-studying.html' title='Finally a break away from studying'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-114036409872095972</id><published>2006-02-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:53:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying has became...</title><content type='html'>a chore.&lt;br /&gt;an integral part of Singaporean kids' lives.&lt;br /&gt;the only platform for average kids to step into the society. unlike the prodigies.&lt;br /&gt;a word substitute for learning. although the meaning is very different.&lt;br /&gt;my daily schedule for these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why confucius advocate true learning. and why he aimed(and he succeeded) to imbue the value of an ideal learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into this bandwagon thru Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Yong+Bin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-114036409872095972?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/114036409872095972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=114036409872095972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114036409872095972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114036409872095972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/02/studying-has-became.html' title='Studying has became...'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-114010416106084225</id><published>2006-02-16T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:36:01.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penSIEVE the turmoils. from my memory.</title><content type='html'>rushing and catching up tutorials.  v-day terror. horti screws.  losing things. and recovering them. temptation of PE. all that's nth in fact. compared to my complex mind. always intensifying the matters.. sth that's out of my reach to rectify the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i had my fill. time to immerse in alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tutorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-114010416106084225?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/114010416106084225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=114010416106084225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114010416106084225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/114010416106084225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/02/pensieve-turmoils-from-my-memory.html' title='penSIEVE the turmoils. from my memory.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113912108108717751</id><published>2006-02-05T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:32:23.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Factoid/Research UK Cambridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      AMZANIG!!!!        &lt;/h3&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde&lt;br /&gt;Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the&lt;br /&gt;ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng&lt;br /&gt;is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the&lt;br /&gt;rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and&lt;br /&gt;you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm.Tihs is&lt;br /&gt;bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey&lt;br /&gt;lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;br /&gt;Amzanig huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to go  UK/US now. How often do u see NUS/NTU/SMU post such interesting research results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks spinee again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113912108108717751?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113912108108717751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113912108108717751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113912108108717751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113912108108717751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/02/factoidresearch-uk-cambridge.html' title='Factoid/Research UK Cambridge'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113847034162888912</id><published>2006-01-29T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:50:19.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe a Heavenly dog's tutelage.</title><content type='html'>It's kinda late now. 1.38am on my com. I'm not gonna blog a whole chunk of wits into this entry hah.. Just wanna leave a binny trace in this pensieve of mine. this vintage collection of binster goodness =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for this (Chinese) new year  (in addition to my New Year 2006's resolutions): An angel's tutelage. Limitless amt of golden guidance. Never will I've to stress myself out worrying about things. uni. scholarship. relationships. social tsunamis. physical inferiority. intellectual exhaustion. and the list goes on. Give me access to my angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's never possible to smoothen the rocky paths. We've to work like dogs to be gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie, I appreciate your words. those that you said when we met at that VS bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to mouth the words. But you shut me off with your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;See the volume, soften the sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113847034162888912?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113847034162888912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113847034162888912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113847034162888912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113847034162888912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/01/maybe-heavenly-dogs-tutelage.html' title='Maybe a Heavenly dog&apos;s tutelage.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113783649839573968</id><published>2006-01-21T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T17:41:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soft Susurration of Wind..ahh..</title><content type='html'>If u know me real well, u would know I love the rain. And it's raining right now. at least in Tampines. I'm now sitting in my room, in front of the com blogging and with the windows open and with the rain drops flying in (but I dont really care) . I'm enjoying the feeling of the few raindrops that land on my body every now and then. Enjoying the soft susurration of the wind. I hope it stays like this. If the rain gets any heavier, I would have to close the windows. Even though I would be very reluctant to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really takes my mind off work, stress, anything else. wow. but I decided to blog at this moment so as to pen down my feelings. So actually I can't 'concentrate' on enjoying the refreshing ambience. Really hope I can refresh these feelings in times of rainless periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm any 'greedier', I really hope that everytime it rains, there would also be a rainbow in the sky at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only if rain is a person. Hmm personify rain into a gurl. My ideal dream gurl would be her. Miss Rain. No problem with stress or losing sleep. Refreshing+Soporific if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Rain u're hot. hot rain. cool me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113783649839573968?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113783649839573968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113783649839573968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113783649839573968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113783649839573968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/01/soft-susurration-of-windahh.html' title='The Soft Susurration of Wind..ahh..'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113742003342605932</id><published>2006-01-16T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:00:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life  shot me ▄︻┳═一  a jab of voidness.</title><content type='html'>yeah. got shot with a jab of voidness least when I needed it. who would need voidness anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ▄︻┳═一  i hate this&lt;br /&gt;  ▄︻┳═一  but I still gotta go on&lt;br /&gt;  ▄︻┳═一  life's like that, I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;  ▄︻┳═一  shoot me for not able to say explicitly what I'm thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;  ▄︻┳═一  sorry I know it's a waste of time for u ppl to read this entry.&lt;br /&gt;  ▄︻┳═一  so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Come in this direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binster's thoughts are getting misty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113742003342605932?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113742003342605932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113742003342605932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113742003342605932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113742003342605932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-shot-me-jab-of-voidness.html' title='Life  shot me ▄︻┳═一  a jab of voidness.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113715633179612198</id><published>2006-01-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:47:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>It's friday 13th and I lost my vj badge which's supposed to be on my collar.&lt;br /&gt;It's friday 13th and I got bitten by red ants.&lt;br /&gt;It's friday 13th and I was so close to getting some shots from the birds above.&lt;br /&gt;It's friday 13th and I shouldnt be so superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;It's friday 13th and I've done a reasonably good deed.&lt;br /&gt;It's friday 13th and S paper lectures are beginning to show their true colours.&lt;br /&gt;It's friday 13th but I've spent a day of my life in jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday 13th and I've drained my energy mentally;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's friday 13th and I've been 'desensitised' yet 'sensationalised' at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a whole chunk of 'friday 13th's. And today's Friday 13th.&lt;br /&gt;Pls collide. Crash and burn too. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pls give some hope of renascent spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113715633179612198?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113715633179612198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113715633179612198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113715633179612198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113715633179612198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113682560502330763</id><published>2006-01-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:57:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;look around you. constantly remember to cherish your friends and loved ones. lest Mr. fate toys with you again and u'll regret it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm kinda dreading year2 life already. most of it. if only time could stop or turn back. or even allows us to fast forward it to anytime. anytime. I'm sorry for giving such a random post. but I just wanna purge off these thinkings into my pensieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it's been raining all day along.&lt;br /&gt;-I've been thinking too much again. about everything.&lt;br /&gt;-Busy tracing for your trails.&lt;br /&gt;-Joel's once again the last msn chatter.&lt;br /&gt;-I seriously need to update my Bin's Food for Thought for today on the blog. kinda outdated hah.&lt;br /&gt;  oh wait i did yesterday. blurism.&lt;br /&gt;-I guess I'm really enlightened this time. All suddenly become so clear to me.&lt;br /&gt;-Deficiency of interesting and adrenaline-inducing activities.&lt;br /&gt;-I was once the biggest idiot for thinking that way.&lt;br /&gt;-Learned a new concept of social relativity today.&lt;br /&gt;-Kinda miss the 23. which in turns sparks me off to think about 23 and the flyover and kallang bahru.&lt;br /&gt;-Once again, the night ends off with a Kang's sentence.&lt;br /&gt;-I WANT to look forward to tomorrow. and I AM. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that the paladin of randomness signed off... SELAMAT HARI RAYA HAJI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113682560502330763?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113682560502330763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113682560502330763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113682560502330763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113682560502330763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/01/look-around-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113680238335953575</id><published>2006-01-09T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:26:24.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining regatta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following was a post few weeks back and I seriously think it's very relevant haha. this's what you get when you have creativity and laziness mixed together. A reference to a previous blog entry haha. The bigg daddies have been peeing quite heavily these days and disrupted my schedule peacefully and wonderfully. If only the whole year it'll be like this. Den there'll come a day when Singapore water reserves hit its 99%. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entry few weeks back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I simply love the rain. All types of rain. Be it the light drizzle, the gentle shower, heavy downpour (not when I'm having outdoor activities of course.) The rain makes me feel refreshed and peaceful. I guess this is one of the psychological powers of Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reluctance grips my mind, preventing my body from working my lazy fingers to type a blog post. But a moment ago, it started raining and gave me an inspiration. make me feel like penning sth down. This inspiration came partly because of a weird dream I had this morning (I've been getting weird dreams lately. No nightmare so far thankfully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My abstract dream: I was walking down this particular street. Decorated with a modern taste in it. And the next moment, I'm walking in this forested area for no reason. There was nobody at all, just lush greenery (ok bushes -.-) to accompany me. It was around evening I think (dont really have the slightest impression of what time was it then but my gut feeling tells me it's evening. oh well.) And the strange thing was that I wasnt in a hurry to get out of this weird place. On the contrary, I was taking my own sweet time, not even caring whether I'll get lost or not. The next thing that I know happened was Narin appeared out of nowhere and walked alongside me. Narin was one of the translator for our ocip. He was just this typical guy around his 30s. small build. dark complexion. I didnt say hi to him and neither did he. I dont know why. Next, he started saying he likes rainbow (well who dont? most ppl fall in love with rainbows at first sight.) And I suppose he was speaking to me cos' there are no one else around. And nothing happened. we just carried on walking until he opened his mouth again. "You want rainbow, you'll have to put up with the rain." (put up with the rain? well, he doesnt know I love the rain as well.) then, it started drizzling lightly. strange. it seems like my dream took place in the movie Bruce Almighty. And the next thing which I know happened was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my alarm clock rang. time to go to the polyclinic to change the dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I recall the dream, I realised I came across the words before. "You want rainbow, you'll have to put up with the rain." Somewhere. But I cannot recall. So I went to google it. True enough, it was a quote by some guy. I knew i came across it before. Just somewhere. And I didnt know Narin was so well learned. From what I know, he's a man of few words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courtesy to spinnee, I found this. &lt;img alt="Beautiful huh?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/spinnee/pic11258.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How true is that. You want the rainbow, you'll have to put up with the rain. I dont know if I want the dreams to stop. Now that I found meaning in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bring a jacket with you these days; it'll do you some good.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm waiting for my jacket-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113680238335953575?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113680238335953575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113680238335953575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113680238335953575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113680238335953575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/01/raining-regatta.html' title='Raining regatta.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113662320250429612</id><published>2006-01-07T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:46:11.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not-so-wonderful start to 2006.</title><content type='html'>i cant believe this's happening. 2006 is definitely not going the way i want it to. it's heading in the direction i least desire it to go. I wont adulterate this blog by saying wad happen. the list is indigestible and would probably create some emotional upheaval for some ppl. I'll just numb myself with my loyal anodyne. and thanks Joel for being there when I needed someone to whine to.  ok I take back that 'thanks' because there is no 'thanks' between friends. haha. quote u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read some chinese prediction for the year. it says that those who're borned in the year of cows/bulls will be in luck this year and the dragons would be facing the exact opposite. Oh ph-uck. I thought my series of unfortunate events would have ended last yr. well it seems that heaven like to extrapolate that series. A mega-series. NO. pls no. enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasted what it's like to drink in sour dews during the 06 O1 suntec rain/mass dance. a night of uber wildness. coupled with a tinge of voidness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant see where I'm standing. and I used to think that "if you fail to plan, you plan to fail." but apparently, this mentality has taken a toll on me (although i dont really plan every single thing.) Sometimes, humans (like me) hafta learn to think lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to numb state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one like to fall. why cant we just be like water H2O?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113662320250429612?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113662320250429612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113662320250429612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113662320250429612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113662320250429612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-so-wonderful-start-to-2006.html' title='A not-so-wonderful start to 2006.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113619723780446971</id><published>2006-01-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:20:37.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vim and Vigour for 2006</title><content type='html'>a new year. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope everything fall nicely in place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113619723780446971?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113619723780446971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113619723780446971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113619723780446971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113619723780446971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2006/01/vim-and-vigour-for-2006.html' title='Vim and Vigour for 2006'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113602383923371145</id><published>2005-12-31T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:43:38.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A salad of Nostalgia, Thankfulness, Regrets and all other emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This's the last entry of 2005. it's been quite a journey for me since the start of the year. I've got a feeling this's gonna be the longest blog entry for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some flashbacks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;VJ 01 was havoc-ky.  Adapted snug and fit into VJ except the intellectual part perhaps. I guess I really saw for myself the meaning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[there's always someone better.the best's yet to be seen.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting into the act. 05S64 and its bonding missions. The different characters in the s64 storyline. there's the fun, the corny, the emotional, the serious, the homework dasher, the slacker, the quiet, the silent panthers, the rebellious(maybe not so much), the pon king queen prince princess and the list goes on. (and of course there're those with belonging to more than one category hah.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CCA hunting. Got addicted to kayak. And a tinge of horticulture. Time management was a mess but everything just seems to fall in place. Probably that's because the academic assessments haven't arrived then.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching system. New lecture-and-tutorial system.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to really see for myself teachers of ALL standards. Shan't glorified them on my blog. Lest they get arrogant and proud. To teachers who felt they had played their roles well and good, 2005 wouldn't have been the same without you. There's always room for improvements. For students as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JAE was another mess-maker. Ppl left and ppl came. To those who left, they took with them fun memories. to those who came, they anticipated the fun they gonna get. To those who stayed, they more or less know the ways of mischief at their fingertips. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s64-ians who left, you're always part of us. During the 1st 3 mths, it has really been a pleasure for me to know you. Ivan (the big one), Zhuang Yi (the one), Yumin (the dialecty one), Jeslyn (the pro one). Jon Sam who came and left (the techie one). =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School life probably got into a series of ups and downs and also a period of plateau when it got seemingly routine. Gossips often spice up the ups. Disappointment often intensified the downs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The late night muggings in VJ for mid year as well as promos. The academic stayover with Chen Ting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along came PW. Got to work with the 183 musicband. Wont say PW is exactly redundant anymore. But I wouldnt say it's very useful. Just feel that it is something that's etched in my memory. Disruptions who I have posed due to my schedule for kayak trainings, I apologised. You ppl was a happy lot despite frustrations coming from the aimless directives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OCIP then came and rocked my life. And really rocked 2 weeks of my lives. though there was still some fun in all that preparation. Some kind of orientation. Some kind of CIP. Some kind of group work. Some kind of cultural exchange. Some kind of talent discovery. Some kind of getaway from the Singaporean routine life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course, the aftermath of OCIP also gave me something bad. with a wrist that's recovering now. which'll probably lead to a sequel of events which are about to happen. No PE, No kayak, No leisure gym. No handstand. Nonetheless, I'll try my best to tackle things as they come along.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays ocip bbq was not bad. A tinge of craziness and pure mischief amidst the fireless smoke and the bladder suppression. Probably that was the last time we gonna gather as a ocippers gang. unless unless and unless some time in the future one of us would blow the nostalgic horn for gathering hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes there were regrets for 2005 for not doing this and that. And regrets for having done that and this. But I feel that I've gotta cast aside them in order to welcome 2006 into my life though I'm not looking forward to things like the NS medical check-up (looking at my wrist now; I really don't wanna join the clark league). Probably everyone of us would have to do that. Life's all about making decisions. The game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I conclude my last 2005 blog entry, I would like to say my new year resolution. And that's to give my best for 2006 in whatever I do. everything. esp to cherish everyone all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for all my loved ones to be safe and happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone, as long as they're still living, they're constantly learning how to love and care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113602383923371145?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113602383923371145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113602383923371145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113602383923371145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113602383923371145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/salad-of-nostalgia-thankfulness.html' title='A salad of Nostalgia, Thankfulness, Regrets and all other emotions.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113558385331176085</id><published>2005-12-26T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:57:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jollification ending. Procrastination still persisting.</title><content type='html'>Well. the title says it all. all that I'm encountering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you ppl out there with a wonderful conclusion to this year. and dont stop your countdown =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my entries are getting shorter. I dont know when it will eventually diminish. and I dont know when there'll be some joker out there that will interest/inspire me to fuel my entries with greater worth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say that quantity isnt all that counts; it's quality. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113558385331176085?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113558385331176085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113558385331176085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113558385331176085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113558385331176085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/jollification-ending-procrastination.html' title='Jollification ending. Procrastination still persisting.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113542790752186113</id><published>2005-12-24T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T20:39:19.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'mas. probably santa's favourite time of year.</title><content type='html'>Hey this's interesting. Merry Christmas in all languages, ok in most languages. It's not exhaustive.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.santas.net/howmerrychristmasissaid.htm"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis is the jolly season. To non-christians, it's more like a thanksgiving day. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113542790752186113?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113542790752186113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113542790752186113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113542790752186113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113542790752186113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-xmas-probably-santas-favourite.html' title='Merry X&apos;mas. probably santa&apos;s favourite time of year.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113498208853271290</id><published>2005-12-19T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:48:08.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of stitches and plates.</title><content type='html'>now let me tell you a little secret. can i haha. the Dean of SMU school of accountancy also play DotA lol. so hip. and he can lame very well. like a grown up ivan haha. no offence. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and he made fun of my email address which i had it since p3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the above para sounds so kiddy. no idea what's gotten into my head today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den after that nth much. walk ard bras basah. attempted to shop. but to no avail. got blocked by an ang moh couple making out outside Raffles Hotel. furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on the way back i was so enticed by the sight of macs (haven eat any fast food since i went for cambodia. wait to be exact it's like 2 months i haven touch any fast food.) and this wack baby actually crawled under the table without his mom knowing and he untied one of my shoe lace. by chance. that family really has a band of brothers. that baby has 4 other brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some guy wearing the AC kayak vest. and i looked at my hand again. and sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are ending and I have left so much stuff undone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i'm looking forward to retirement haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;D600c looks so chio. the weather is quite good today. my sore throat is bugging me. I suddenly remembered the filet-o-fish i ate just now had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mopiko&lt;/span&gt; smell on it. And I'm disgusted. Either the fisherman applied too much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mopiko&lt;/span&gt; that some has gotten onto his bait. or the Mac guy was using it on some parts of his body, leaving his hand unwashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting so random. Well, welcome to my life. I am Bin, the paladin of randomness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113498208853271290?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113498208853271290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113498208853271290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113498208853271290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113498208853271290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-stitches-and-plates.html' title='Of stitches and plates.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113481474193572333</id><published>2005-12-17T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:16:29.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain. Simply beautiful. Side effect: Soporific; Beware.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I simply love the rain. All types of rain. Be it the light drizzle, the gentle shower, heavy downpour (not when I'm having outdoor activities of course.) The rain makes me feel refreshed and peaceful. I guess this is one of the psychological powers of Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reluctance grips my mind, preventing my body from working my lazy fingers to type a blog post. But a moment ago, it started raining and gave me an inspiration. make me feel like penning sth down. This inspiration came partly because of a weird dream I had this morning (I've been getting weird dreams lately. No nightmare so far thankfully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My abstract dream: I was walking down this particular street. Decorated with a modern taste in it. And the next moment, I'm walking in this forested area for no reason. There was nobody at all, just lush greenery (ok bushes -.-) to accompany me. It was around evening I think (dont really have the slightest impression of what time was it then but my gut feeling tells me it's evening. oh well.) And the strange thing was that I wasnt in a hurry to get out of this weird place. On the contrary, I was taking my own sweet time, not even caring whether I'll get lost or not. The next thing that I know happened was Narin appeared out of nowhere and walked alongside me. Narin was one of the translator for our ocip. He was just this typical guy around his 30s. small build. dark complexion. I didnt say hi to him and neither did he. I dont know why. Next, he started saying he likes rainbow (well who dont? most ppl fall in love with rainbows at first sight.) And I suppose he was speaking to me cos' there are no one else around. And nothing happened. we just carried on walking until he opened his mouth again. "You want rainbow, you'll have to put up with the rain." (put up with the rain? well, he doesnt know I love the rain as well.) then, it started drizzling lightly. strange. it seems like my dream took place in the movie Bruce Almighty. And the next thing which I know happened was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my alarm clock rang. time to go to the polyclinic to change the dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I recall the dream, I realised I came across the words before. "You want rainbow, you'll have to put up with the rain." Somewhere. But I cannot recall. So I went to google it. True enough, it was a quote by some guy. I knew i came across it before. Just somewhere. And I didnt know Narin was so well learned. From what I know, he's a man of few words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courtesy to spinnee, I found this. &lt;img alt="Beautiful huh?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/spinnee/pic11258.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How true is that. You want the rainbow, you'll have to put up with the rain. I dont know if I want the dreams to stop. Now that I found meaning in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mental repast? oh no. I'm so messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113481474193572333?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113481474193572333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113481474193572333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113481474193572333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113481474193572333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/rain-simply-beautiful-side-effect.html' title='Rain. Simply beautiful. Side effect: Soporific; Beware.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113463335283531100</id><published>2005-12-15T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:55:52.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inured to the Painfully Slow SGH</title><content type='html'>Well today's been quite a day for me. Cuz I spent a freaking 4 hours just to listen to a sentence of a surgeon/doctor/whatever. N it was a short sentence. Shorter than the phrases they use in Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the physio therapist was friendly. =D Ms Therma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N suddenly, I feel that time is passing quite slow. Least when you want it to be fast, the time quickens again. Time is such a strange thing huh. Complex. Stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold it Stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113463335283531100?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113463335283531100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113463335283531100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113463335283531100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113463335283531100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/inured-to-painfully-slow-sgh.html' title='Inured to the Painfully Slow SGH'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113454139639158312</id><published>2005-12-14T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:46:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is a beauty; For it celebrates the ending of a great existence come to pass.</title><content type='html'>It was just like yesterday when I heard the banking legend Mr Tan Chin Tuan passed away. He's no doubt one of my idols. A Banking pioneer. And onli recently one of the world greatest soccer heroes George Best also also passed away. And it's a great loss to us. Nonetheless, your contributions will be remembered. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a &lt;a href="http://pdqwebhosting.com/George%20Best.wmv"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the video tribute to George Best, one of the world greatest soccer heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said by a fellow blogger, death defines mortality, and therein lies its beauty. the marked acknowledgement of the transcience of life so that we may play our roles in life to the best we can and savour every moment on the stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the behalf of the bloggers n everyone else in the world, I salute you, our 2 heroes. You're our champions. Champions indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today most probably i gonna work my ass off alittle harder. Hmm just another boring day. But remember cherish every second of your life ppl. =D. N u know, I'm missing u ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow or rather I just feel that something is amiss today. Weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113454139639158312?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113454139639158312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113454139639158312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113454139639158312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113454139639158312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/death-is-beauty-for-it-celebrates.html' title='Death is a beauty; For it celebrates the ending of a great existence come to pass.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113444936942516608</id><published>2005-12-13T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:49:29.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to plough.</title><content type='html'>I guess it's really time for me to stop procrastinating and start some useful work. Now that my right hand fingers are more flexible, i can visualise an imagery of me using it to pluck  guitar strings haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I really want to share the wonderful experience of the ocippers, I guess I'm too lazy to write sth about it haha. as yet. unless an inspiration pops out of somewhere. these days, i've been feebly attempting to brush off some luck with poetry for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, i really think i should start ploughing the fields now. if not i'll not be in time for a bountiful harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somedae I'll pay a visit to the Little Prince at his B142 planet. Somedae Sometime Somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113444936942516608?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113444936942516608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113444936942516608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113444936942516608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113444936942516608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-to-plough.html' title='Time to plough.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113420906759665866</id><published>2005-12-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:50:54.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The acrid smell of reality has abated...</title><content type='html'>Yes, the acrid smell of reality has abated. Thanks to all those who have shown concern and love for me over the past few days. U all made it so easy for me to find reassurance and courage amidst this entangling mess. The ocippers, kayakers, sec sch buddies, victorian brothers n sisters, 64 bruddas n sistas, relatives, mom, dad and well wishes that travelled frm uk us china. Thank you so much. And I mean it; I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside the bizarre aberrations in my behaviour, I hope I've not scare anyone of you who had the luck to see the fallen bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just found my 3/4 finished angel-mortal letter to my mortal which I neva had the chance to finish on that fateful day in cambodia as I tread my way to fulfill my ?! destiny, I suppose. Suddenly, I can recall the song played by Mr Shi for his loyal audience(me =O) just moments after I stepped out of the guys' dorm after attempting that 3/4 done letter... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand by Me &lt;/span&gt;was so alluring then. and it's more enticing now. It's like an anodyne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's even more alluring now with me singing it haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113420906759665866?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113420906759665866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113420906759665866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113420906759665866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113420906759665866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/acrid-smell-of-reality-has-abated.html' title='The acrid smell of reality has abated...'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113403412893748265</id><published>2005-12-08T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:16:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking fuckstrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm so confused what 2 do now. but i do know that i'll hafta conc. on treatment to heal asap which is like 3 months. hope physio can really heal my hand. and of cuz my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard that my hand will have difficulty moving frm wrist up. i felt so hurt or rather worried. that comment really sucked away my soul, my life and i instantly began to feel that i must be the most unlucky man on earth. of course i know there r ppl out there with worse cases. but i cant help but feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i feel that my heartache is much much greater than the pain my right hand is giving me now. i know i'll definitely be mentally stronger after overcoming this ordeal but i'm desperately inconfident whether in the first place i'll ever survive this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite tired of putting on a cheerful front in front of others. i'm very worried thaat they might get a shock of theirlives seeing a totally different me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting dizzy jus by thinking about kayak (or rather a new cca), looking at the gargantuan volume of work waiting for me to complete them, thinking of next yr march conditionl maths s assessment. can i heal fast enough? argh. i know no one can answer thaat question. except mr future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the ocippers' fun and the many other frens who have showered with me with concern and motivation, i do feel a sense of euphemism amidst this huge mess. and once again, i miss you, all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113403412893748265?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113403412893748265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113403412893748265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113403412893748265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113403412893748265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/fucking-fuckstrated.html' title='fucking fuckstrated.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113380017232957318</id><published>2005-12-06T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:16:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ocip. i thank u.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now that i fractured my loyal right hand, it's a very tedious task for me to blog. but nonetheless, i shall persevere cuz ocip simply leave me sitting at the edge of the chair with too much enthusiasm waiting to be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocip, i thank u. for i had fun and befriended brothers and sistas from all over the world. blood sweat TEARS joy love passion. simply too much to be said. it's a million times better than o1 vj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close brothers i'll neva forget u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new focus, a new motivation, a new meaning to life. seriously. when i'm serious, i'm serious. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, parents talked about me as if i was a glorious hero who came back with the utmost honour. big caster on arm. bandage on leg. bandage on foot. bruises and pus-sy bites. I almost le my tears flow again at the arrival hall upon knowing how much ppl care about me. just like that fateful night when i totally exhausted my tear ducts in front of the ocip gang and the 87 kids. thanks to a crying sister which activated my tear ducts and in turned caused everyone else to cry too. sparkled chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shant speak of the secrets we shared and the ultimate newly founded sub-motivation. but all i can say that life in sg is so routine to an extent that it's so sucky. ppl @ 3rd world countries can be miuch better off living with a slower pace of life. so peaceful although poverty and hunger sting them. maybe i shall blogged abit about wad happened each day in the near future. i m so glad i'm part of the ocip gang. thanks ppl for the wonderful experience. Well DONE (pun intended). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh and can i have mor tee please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports and Games was, phew, a sucess i supposed. The ocippers succeeded in colouring theirs and others' lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113380017232957318?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113380017232957318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113380017232957318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113380017232957318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113380017232957318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/12/ocip-i-thank-u.html' title='ocip. i thank u.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113273983423042906</id><published>2005-11-23T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:59:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A maelstrom of troubles.</title><content type='html'>Yeah. yesterday's class BBQ was so-so. Sorry guys for being late. But nonetheless, I still went rite? =O. "Better to be late than never."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some flashing memory of yesterday's bbq.&lt;br /&gt;-AQS and his elite chicken talk&lt;br /&gt;-Zhong Yu and his burning crotch&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan and his dialect disturbance&lt;br /&gt;-Richie and his wonderful pods. Not forgetting his lameness&lt;br /&gt;-Terry and his coloured talk&lt;br /&gt;-Chen Ting and his addiction for Richie's pods&lt;br /&gt;-Joel and his *****. Thanks for the fire man.&lt;br /&gt;-Zhong Min with his pants in the pool&lt;br /&gt;-Phyllis and her Malibu&lt;br /&gt;-Cocktailed drinks served by the girls.&lt;br /&gt;-Siew Ming's palace homeground&lt;br /&gt;-Vanessa and her 4 bucks for the cab haha&lt;br /&gt;-The ungrateful white cat who tried to scratch the hand which tried to feed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be leaving on a jet plane. Like real. Off to Cambodia. Hope everything proceeds smoothly over there. I'll be back on 5th Dec. When I'm back, I hope I would by then found a new meaning in life. And hope that You won't be included in my maelstrom of endless troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're bored, spend some time praying for me haha. pray for me that my muscles won't shrink. Otherwise all the training would be in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decode this if you're smart. I'm feeling 047617626763846873923&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113273983423042906?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113273983423042906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113273983423042906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113273983423042906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113273983423042906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/11/maelstrom-of-troubles.html' title='A maelstrom of troubles.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113264770005466754</id><published>2005-11-22T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:21:40.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Rain</title><content type='html'>today isnt a very good day either. got chased out of gym by u-know-who. no teacher ic no gym. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to leave school, I heard the ogl havoc with mass dances and cheers. All of a sudden, I'd a longing to be able to join them. But I guess I'll just have to stick to my decision, and  let the heart ache  dissolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the bright side, I'd made a few friends at the Tampines Clubfitt gym, although I dunno most of their names. thanks for offering your assistance and expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing if I carry on typing like this, I'll be very late for the class bbq. What bbq? it's raining now k. Anyway, I'll be late even if I were to take a flight over there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other peeps are living the life I've always wanted and why couldnt I be like them? we are peers also! why?! why?!  First time into semi-depression. Maybe taking a nap will help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113264770005466754?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113264770005466754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113264770005466754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113264770005466754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113264770005466754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/11/dark-rain.html' title='Dark Rain'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113245713998368057</id><published>2005-11-20T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T11:27:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pensieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nth significant to blog about today until now. I'm just here to extract my some of my memory and stored it in my Pensieve. Free up some space in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of Harry Potter, it wasnt much of a great movie actually. But it's passable lah huh I guess. Hope the previous statement don't anger other Potter fans hah. Well, I'm one myself. My biggest dream is to enter the University of Hogwarts after my A Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, only did I realised that time has slipped by us so sneakingly and rapidly. All the characters seem have matured alot, especially Hermione. Mr Weasley seemed to have put on quite a bit of weight, as noted by the think-himself-as-a-genius Zirui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm addicted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum pau. &lt;/span&gt;I want more!~ more! more ! and MORE. I heard there's some place called Pau City in China. And I happened to find out that there's actually such a word as paucity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch WCG finals of the finals later... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Titans, we're always on your side. U did SG proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113245713998368057?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113245713998368057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113245713998368057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113245713998368057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113245713998368057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-pensieve.html' title='My Pensieve'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113237738699044383</id><published>2005-11-19T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T11:05:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a lacklustre Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today must have been one of the lousiest days for 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was satisfactory because my 4.8km (ok 4.5km) was below 20min woohooo!~ But Heaven love to make sport of me. Just as he (no sexism attempt here =O) let me clocked a good 4.5km timing, he also plant some physical bombs in me. I mean injuries. The rusty pull bar near the VJ canteen was super slimy (dunno who used them before me. Must be one of the kayakers.) and it was super wet (a mixture of rainwater and sweat i guess). Just as I was about to complete the last set, my grip suddenly gave way and my butt landed on the dirty/wet/grayish/concrete shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To worsen things, my loyal track shoes also kena. Some construction workers had just filled up a big hole in the ground with cement and I didnt know that, thanks to the wind for summoning a plastic sheet to cover that pile of cement. And when I was about to land my aching foot on that area, sly Mr. Wind blew away the plastic sheet and I wasn't quick enough to react to his (Mr. Wind's) trick. Oh and who's so unlucky to meet up with 2 bus malfunctions in a day? wtf to the power of 99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-Soy is getting tastier and tastier the more I drink it! Thanks dieu for lending me your soccer boots to tread my way home and thanks God (or should I?) for not letting my loyal track shoes get hardened with cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole home, I heard some ITE ppl playing and singing along some gang songs haha damn entertaining =S. something similar to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.footballmotion.com/files/GANGSTER.swf"&gt;the Gangster flash thingy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to meet Mr Potter later. Meanwhile, it's time to get my daily dose of JJ and probably to top it off with a tinge of Natalie Imbruglia and Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="huge"&gt;Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="bodybold"&gt; Berthold Auerbach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously need to wash away today's dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh and i feel like scraping that C-box off this page. Cos it's not very presentable for the page's colour scheme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113237738699044383?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113237738699044383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113237738699044383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113237738699044383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113237738699044383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-lacklustre-saturday.html' title='What a lacklustre Saturday.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088517.post-113230202202455182</id><published>2005-11-18T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:59:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of Vintage Bin =D.</title><content type='html'>Now that's the problem with blogspot, its blogsearch bar  simply eats up 1/4 of my Bin Can. Hymph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still can remember vaguely when I binned my old blogsite. Hah, it was out of pure laziness. To put it nicely, I had to make room for other commitments. Now that boredom is beginning to sow its seed in my mind, I've decided to pen down some of my thoughts whenever I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As to why Vintage. haha. nono. not it's not related to vbinster at all. Hmm as defined by www.dictionary.com, vintage can take on the form of an adjective meaning something that is characterized by excellence, maturity, and enduring appeal. In other words, it's sth like classic. Of course, at first glance, the word might carry the notion of aging/old/outmoded. Actually, if possible, this blogsite might even grow old with me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope this will just be a small secluded space for my thoughts. Wait, not secluded. not the right word. Because I realised that (well, who don't?) readership actually gives people the motivation to blog/write/compose on. Anything goes here. So if you're offended by anything, just buzz off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and speaking of commitment, sad to say, I've gotta pull out of ogl due to several other commitments which I thought I would manage just fine at first until someone just had to spoil my day. What a waste of my $1 and all the humilation which I had to go through. Probably I would miss the fun and the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey btw, thanks Joel for giving that CSS2 site, it's a really good resource to fall back on when you're stuck with CSS. And thanks to Qing Sheng, for helping me vintagised my images with Fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Oh, may the healing force be with you. Wish you a speed recovery. Thanks for sharing the important lesson. HAVE A GOOD INSURANCE COVERAGE. you never know when it's turn to use it. This idea is probably at the very back of everyone's mind, especially us the teenagers. But even someone as young as 20 yrs old can even contract some terrible illnesses like cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall lend you all my luck for this holiday, Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088517-113230202202455182?l=vintagebin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/feeds/113230202202455182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088517&amp;postID=113230202202455182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113230202202455182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088517/posts/default/113230202202455182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagebin.blogspot.com/2005/11/beginning-of-vintage-bin-d.html' title='The Beginning of Vintage Bin =D.'/><author><name>Yong Bin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16651314802742508647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhdsDSO1xm8/R3pLwPVs_7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tl55NufWR8k/S220/2ltbin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
