<?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-35420465</id><updated>2011-09-11T17:49:18.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delsensation™</title><subtitle type='html'>Is this pain too much for me
&lt;br/&gt;Can I stay the same
&lt;br/&gt;When this pain consumes my heart
&lt;br/&gt;Will I be able to hold on to my soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2009528095448380661</id><published>2009-11-15T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:09:22.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday exotic food exploration</title><content type='html'>Went to MANPUKU at Tampines One on friday straight after my work. This place is damn big and you will never guess its a maze from outside. The wide selection of foods had me decided for very long before settling on a meal. It was ji's birthday and his idea to come to this restaurant. I had a tasted 2 new dish I never had in my life before. The sea urchin and a fruit cake which beats every single cake in Singapore hands down. Too bad I didn't take a pic of the cake cos it seems pretty normal to me at that time. But I can assure you, you will feel like haven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/Sv__A28H0SI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GlyxUOFzR9k/s1600-h/DSC04559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/Sv__A28H0SI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GlyxUOFzR9k/s320/DSC04559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404318468080652578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This freaking card cost $100. If you lost it, gged to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/Sv__BB3aiAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hffPu2cqMgw/s1600-h/DSC04560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/Sv__BB3aiAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hffPu2cqMgw/s320/DSC04560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404318471013697538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my main course dinner - Special Mix Set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/Sv__BvzLANI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JnhSh2wfnhA/s1600-h/DSC04561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/Sv__BvzLANI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JnhSh2wfnhA/s320/DSC04561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404318483343933650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for the faint hearted. Sea Urchin! Looks like shit, melts in your mouth, and taste like the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-2009528095448380661?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2009528095448380661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=2009528095448380661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2009528095448380661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2009528095448380661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-exotic-food-exploration.html' title='Friday exotic food exploration'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/Sv__A28H0SI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GlyxUOFzR9k/s72-c/DSC04559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-4390545676543894293</id><published>2009-11-07T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:42:25.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday challenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9e2tiDvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FK14iKQE2O8/s1600-h/DSC04539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9e2tiDvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FK14iKQE2O8/s320/DSC04539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401290928392638194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny took on the NYNY Giant Yankee Burger challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9ff5OTWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TeAsAQJowq8/s1600-h/DSC04542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9ff5OTWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TeAsAQJowq8/s320/DSC04542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401290939447528802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes along with a Root Beer Float. Can he finish everything in 1hr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9f-3nnRI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rDi0dNmdF2s/s1600-h/DSC04544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9f-3nnRI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rDi0dNmdF2s/s320/DSC04544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401290947762298130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my BBQ Spare Ribs. Look at the size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9gG58bGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/R9mQjc5ss90/s1600-h/DSC04545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9gG58bGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/R9mQjc5ss90/s320/DSC04545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401290949919534178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste wins Cafe Cartel. But portion lose. Just look wide and big only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9gk3I0QI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Zo-_l_u6ac8/s1600-h/DSC04547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9gk3I0QI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Zo-_l_u6ac8/s320/DSC04547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401290957960827138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the challenge! What a generous fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFyWf7b9I/AAAAAAAAAWI/X7JRbTgy1mc/s1600-h/DSC04549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFyWf7b9I/AAAAAAAAAWI/X7JRbTgy1mc/s320/DSC04549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401300059436052434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start!~ (look at the thickness of the meat...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFzE6ZWKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7MNpX9zjICY/s1600-h/DSC04551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFzE6ZWKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7MNpX9zjICY/s320/DSC04551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401300071895095458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work after 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFypUycXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bRZmKhkiRRg/s1600-h/DSC04550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFypUycXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bRZmKhkiRRg/s320/DSC04550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401300064489599346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His work after 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFzRK69MI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4tmTLuHL2Co/s1600-h/DSC04552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFzRK69MI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4tmTLuHL2Co/s320/DSC04552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401300075185632450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally last piece..he is struggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFz0umxAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/a5UYsjbU_ok/s1600-h/DSC04553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVFz0umxAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/a5UYsjbU_ok/s320/DSC04553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401300084730545154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He declared gave up after finishing the burger and half the fries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVK8wx19MI/AAAAAAAAAWw/uI0f0zFYYWc/s1600-h/DSC04554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVK8wx19MI/AAAAAAAAAWw/uI0f0zFYYWc/s320/DSC04554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401305735847343298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the drinks too...good effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVK9OgfZTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kjXUcPkDScg/s1600-h/DSC04555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVK9OgfZTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kjXUcPkDScg/s320/DSC04555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401305743827625266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thanked him for the free fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVK9hZ3XrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9aqW2p0oD1U/s1600-h/DSC04556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVK9hZ3XrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9aqW2p0oD1U/s320/DSC04556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401305748900110002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because he failed the challenge, his meal is not free. And his meal alone cost $50. NYNY's manager says if our bills is at least $50, and paid by citi bank, we get a free soup. And here is our soup! Very yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVK-HYmbdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yWhHYoQ8b6M/s1600-h/DSC04557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvVK-HYmbdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yWhHYoQ8b6M/s320/DSC04557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401305759095352786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We conquered everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-4390545676543894293?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4390545676543894293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=4390545676543894293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4390545676543894293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4390545676543894293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-challenge.html' title='Friday challenge!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SvU9e2tiDvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FK14iKQE2O8/s72-c/DSC04539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1903923573779105680</id><published>2009-09-21T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:10:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Update: STUPID LAH. Now then found out blogspot will save my draft when my FF crashed. After one month then found out my this entry can be recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to suntec yesterday with friends for the GCA and shopping. Its quite a disappointment for this year game convention. The area is small, the games are so-so (many IAH and runup games), nothing much going on for the stage event, the merchandise are normal. One thing good is the cosplay event, as usual. Its always the cosplayers that brings life to a boring game/toy exhibition. There are many cosplayers outside the hall posing for photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, we went to this Japanese buffet restaurant at Odeon Towers. Its a ala-carte style buffet with small portion but many variety. Because of not reserving at first, we are "lucky" to get a counter sit. Damn hard to share the food and chat la! We ordered until lost track of what has come and what hasn't. And due to this, my friend had to eat the 2 same fish curry rice and another friend had to eat a pork cutlet curry rice + curry noodles. I'm sick of curry just by sitting in between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRkU3vrOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bxfjZHX-1qo/s1600-h/image_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRkU3vrOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bxfjZHX-1qo/s320/image_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383861564064378082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRj_tTLbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/j7R2si8dyrk/s1600-h/DSC04526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRj_tTLbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/j7R2si8dyrk/s320/DSC04526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383861558383422898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRjetpHvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8BdjGo_cvUY/s1600-h/DSC04522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRjetpHvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8BdjGo_cvUY/s320/DSC04522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383861549526490866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRi8JiSfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-N_8ZqJXwqQ/s1600-h/DSC04525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRi8JiSfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-N_8ZqJXwqQ/s320/DSC04525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383861540248242674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRiXqcyWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/swIg2ZB1JfY/s1600-h/DSC04521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRiXqcyWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/swIg2ZB1JfY/s320/DSC04521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383861530454182242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1903923573779105680?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1903923573779105680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1903923573779105680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1903923573779105680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1903923573779105680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrdRkU3vrOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bxfjZHX-1qo/s72-c/image_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5061147560945857028</id><published>2009-09-20T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:43:19.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>Finally my gym equipment has arrived, but only the bench got to wait until oct. I made a mistake of not checking the length of the barbell, so didn't expect my barbell to be this long. But its good too, I can use it to do other things than just bicep curl. Its been 5months since I stopped training, I'm happy that my fire of passion started burning again. First thing first is to tune my strength efficiency back to my glory days. The lack of space to store these equipments and doing workout is abit headache. I guess my storeroom needs a major and cruel clean over if I want to expand my home gym in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I will seriously need to tune back my healthy diet. I've gotten used to the "sin diet" and don't give a fly *middle finger* about guilt. But since I have a goal now, I will need to  eat as much and maybe absorb the protein powder to achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrXCzhlD8rI/AAAAAAAAATw/JCBv9sAJ0JU/s1600-h/DSC04512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrXCzhlD8rI/AAAAAAAAATw/JCBv9sAJ0JU/s320/DSC04512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383423120034230962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrXC0FHyuaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4aWMp7xl3MY/s1600-h/DSC04513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrXC0FHyuaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4aWMp7xl3MY/s320/DSC04513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383423129575143842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrXNFyv_B2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/vZefmCbiQ3c/s1600-h/DSC04517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrXNFyv_B2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/vZefmCbiQ3c/s320/DSC04517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383434428997371746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5061147560945857028?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5061147560945857028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5061147560945857028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5061147560945857028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5061147560945857028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SrXCzhlD8rI/AAAAAAAAATw/JCBv9sAJ0JU/s72-c/DSC04512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-3966932681865061388</id><published>2009-08-05T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:21:13.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so damn stupid</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I had problem with the missing text tool and so didn't blog. Until just now I got fedup and went to their forum to search for ans. And I found out that a simple "Ctrl +F5" solved the fucking problem. GGed. Blogspot sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so here's a few updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sat's steamboat+bbq with friends near Bugis. This place's sucks, but the food is slightly better only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPvxeLIQI/AAAAAAAAATo/7u4990sO31E/s1600-h/DSC04454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPvxeLIQI/AAAAAAAAATo/7u4990sO31E/s320/DSC04454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366478481885176066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my shells. The clayfish sucks. Drinks sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPvbCb01I/AAAAAAAAATg/_QebElUP7KA/s1600-h/DSC04455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPvbCb01I/AAAAAAAAATg/_QebElUP7KA/s320/DSC04455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366478475863249746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend tanked all the prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPuzEFMVI/AAAAAAAAATY/p1IZbmISjew/s1600-h/DSC04458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPuzEFMVI/AAAAAAAAATY/p1IZbmISjew/s320/DSC04458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366478465132736850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crab is about the same size as my friend's hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPuTaMhOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Z61AnOoB2ks/s1600-h/DSC04461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPuTaMhOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Z61AnOoB2ks/s320/DSC04461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366478456635557090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparing for something big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPtknXyGI/AAAAAAAAATI/To4fLNh5s78/s1600-h/DSC04464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPtknXyGI/AAAAAAAAATI/To4fLNh5s78/s320/DSC04464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366478444074354786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something big like this! We can really cook eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered my home gym equipments today! Hope its trusted and won't get cheated ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-3966932681865061388?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/3966932681865061388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=3966932681865061388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3966932681865061388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3966932681865061388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-so-damn-stupid.html' title='This is so damn stupid'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SnmPvxeLIQI/AAAAAAAAATo/7u4990sO31E/s72-c/DSC04454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-3452804133291638181</id><published>2009-07-29T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:52:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.T</title><content type='html'>Too long didn't update. Will find time to update when things are settled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-3452804133291638181?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/3452804133291638181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=3452804133291638181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3452804133291638181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3452804133291638181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/07/ft.html' title='F.T'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-452840067449516293</id><published>2009-07-09T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:00:10.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An illness worst than H1N1</title><content type='html'>Am very very sick now. I woke up around 2am+ feeling pains at my lungs and have the urge to vomit. So I ran to the toilet and let everything out...Hopefully I will recover from my high fever before work starts tomorrow, dragging this sickness to work is damn miserable laaaa. Those who know I'm sick and care for me, millions of thanks. Everything seems to be dreamy dreamy with this fever going on. It's actually not bad, like the effect of taking drugs but its not  harmful to my body. yeaa....im seeing cats walking infront of me now..meooow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-452840067449516293?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/452840067449516293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=452840067449516293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/452840067449516293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/452840067449516293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/07/illness-worst-than-h1n1.html' title='An illness worst than H1N1'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-9201546803373090781</id><published>2009-06-29T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:53:56.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Too much unhappy things happened recently. And it snow balls into a huge setback for me. The sudden transfer of project gave me a big shocked, never would I expect it. And becos of this sudden transfer,  I had to work OT. Not that I mind working OT, just that when everything snow balls up, and more shit are thrown to me, I will feel so fucked up. Not only that I hated the theme of this project, I hate to read chinese wall of text too. This fucking project just need me to do a translation from chinese to english and I got mind blank for quite some time. Fucked, I had my reputations and people I known in my current project. Other small little things like no aircon, tired, lousy lunch, fucked up work load all add on to my bad mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home 20mins ago, I've given a serious thoughts about it. I will think positively and find an excuse that bad things aren't that bad, it had other meanings which is favourable to me. Like the transfering of new project, it's becos the company see me up, then put me in this new project and ditched the old. So I will have more chances to get increament later if I did a good job for this. So what if nobody loves me? I can enjoy being single anyway. And I get to spend my $ on myself too! So what if I'm tired? It means I can enjoy better sleep later. And what about the no aircon? Its a way that god wants to save the earth. Then the lousy lunch? Since when I had a better lunch anyway. What about the brain cells I killed today? They just deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat more sweet stuffs, and you will be happy. This is what I always tell people. Now I'm doing it to personally prove that it works or not.  Well at least I'm still alive crapping here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-9201546803373090781?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/9201546803373090781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=9201546803373090781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9201546803373090781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9201546803373090781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8361586496881770922</id><published>2009-06-28T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:08:07.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a slacking Sunday!</title><content type='html'>It was a shocking and sad day for the world. MJ, one of the most talented and influential individual has graduated from this cruel world due to cardiac arrest. Though I'm not a big fans of his, I've listened to his music since really young. I never really follow his news, its only after his death that I found out he is in debts for the past years, and he is preparing for his 50 rounds of concerts. I felt sad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised the newspaper reported that he is worth more being dead than alive. And his music is being played everywhere, website reporting his death was jammed cos of the heavy traffic, this just shows how influential he is. MJ will lives in our heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another month of working life has passed. Work load has been quite heavy due to the events, new projects and colleague going reservist. But the irregular shift still contributes to my tiredness for the past 1 week. Made alot of terrible mistake during yesterday's event...hope there won't be any consequences for my mistake.... The shift for July will be even shittier. I just wanna chill at home on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Received an sms on friday about my ops manning. The incharge sgt said he received "wind" that this weekend got high chance to get recall. I was like WTFBBQ, now H1N1 case keep increasing and SAF wants to recall now?? Somemore I'm working full day on sat, if recall, gged to the events. But luckily, its safe now. Guess SAF do think with their brain. Heng sia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8361586496881770922?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8361586496881770922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8361586496881770922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8361586496881770922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8361586496881770922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-slacking-sunday.html' title='Finally a slacking Sunday!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-556669020079141638</id><published>2009-06-14T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:29:36.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>It's been very long since I last update my blog, the accumulated spider webs here can match those in my house. I just did a house cleaning this morning, so I thought I should drop by and give a little love to my blog. A quick update for those who thought that I have MIA, life for me has lots of ups and downs as usual. Work wise, I have adapt to my working environment finally, but still disappointed by my work performance. I need to be more proactive if I want the salary increase after probation, if not have to sell butt on my off days to make ends meet. R/s wise, am still trying to know more people online and "widen my social circle". Well, its either no luck or troubled by something (ming ku ar..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have stopped gym for 3weeks already. I just can't find the suitable way to juggle between work, gym, and running. Since I will be reaching home around 10+pm to have my dinner everytime I go gym, I don't find it very healthy for my muscle. Anyway, I've decided to invest in home gym. So I will resume my training after setting up those equipments. Getting fit take few months, becoming fat takes 1month. Yes, I can see my belly slowly covering my packs now. FUCK MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was typing this, I went to refill my water. When I stepped out of kitchen, something sharp pierced my toe. I got panic, went to on the lights and fall down on a chair. I saw something small and shiny stucked on my toe, i tried to use my finger nails to Kiap out. I don't know if that thing is out or half of it is still inside. It started bleeding afterwards, so I ran back to my room and use tissue to wipe it. Another shit thing happened again, my other foot suddenly feels itchy..and then blood came out. wtf nothing happen but that foot has got cut wounds...so I tried to squeeze every single blood from both of my foot hoping it won't get infected and push out any fucking sharp object that may be inside. Really fucked, I just clean house this morning and now like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SjUfeIy7CmI/AAAAAAAAASg/zNsgSev7MxE/s1600-h/DSC04435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SjUfeIy7CmI/AAAAAAAAASg/zNsgSev7MxE/s320/DSC04435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347214735189936738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation dinner with the gang at a jap restaurant in Marina sq. First time eating hot pots, not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SjUfeqzoQnI/AAAAAAAAASo/IvxGR_3enMk/s1600-h/DSC04437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SjUfeqzoQnI/AAAAAAAAASo/IvxGR_3enMk/s320/DSC04437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347214744319705714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my office desk, shared with 2 other people beside me...sigh I want my own space! sad right?? even hamster got more space than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SjUffJKExFI/AAAAAAAAASw/FMeFa5EyyeU/s1600-h/DSC04438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SjUffJKExFI/AAAAAAAAASw/FMeFa5EyyeU/s320/DSC04438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347214752466912338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out a few times with the 3 Delson's angel. This siao char bo tired like shit at this moment still can pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SjUffdW-ZdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/FAXgNIEd7mQ/s1600-h/DSC04439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SjUffdW-ZdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/FAXgNIEd7mQ/s320/DSC04439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347214757889730002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this silly girl....really feel like scolding you lor haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more often next time. Since I'm always troubled by something, there should be more things to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-556669020079141638?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/556669020079141638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=556669020079141638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/556669020079141638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/556669020079141638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SjUfeIy7CmI/AAAAAAAAASg/zNsgSev7MxE/s72-c/DSC04435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8701672631841638447</id><published>2009-06-04T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:00:04.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz...</title><content type='html'>haiz...white archer...same problem...blurry road ahead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8701672631841638447?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8701672631841638447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8701672631841638447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8701672631841638447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8701672631841638447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/06/haiz.html' title='haiz...'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2760825543165865443</id><published>2009-05-27T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:03:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate loh!</title><content type='html'>Today is finally my graduation ceremony day. I slept till song song gao jurong and slowly wake up to prepare the stuffs I need to bring for the ceremony. I had to go half an hour earlier to rehearse one time the procedures when I push Adrian later on the stage. After that, met up with the gangs at atrium before going in to pre-register. Suddenly, I noticed that there are alot of chio graduates which I never seen before in this 3yrs -.-. Oh well, school always seems to become better when you're about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to gather at the pre-register room to change into the graduation attire, and that was when I noticed my hanger for the attire was left at home. Don't small see (xiao kan) this hanger, it is one of the part that comes with this holy graduation attire. So after registering, we're to queue in one row according to our number given. I felt hot just queueing there, its so stupid, just like pigs waiting to go into slaughter room. And finally we're in the halls, and we're bored to death by the speech from guest of honour. After all SIT graduates received their empty cert, its the DBI's turn.  After 3yrs of presentation, we're still feeling nervous for that 20secs on stage. And so its my turn to stand at the waiting area, ready to go up the stage. When my name was called, I walk "confidently" towards the guest of honour. He smiled at me, and I return the smile + a handshake. There was no Singapore funniest home video moment, lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I get to have another chance to go up the stage again, to push Adrian that is. I was shocked that when Adrian came out, the applause was very loud. Loudest than every mother's son and daughter just now. After the ceremony ends, everyone went out for photo taking session. Finally, this concludes my journey in NYP. And I had to pay $1 for the hanger when we return the attire. $1 for a lousy hanger, I could have bought 3 from outside. Since everyone is not free for dinner, we changed it to next day instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="400" height="300" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=114263565&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="400" height="300" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=225596898&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2760825543165865443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2760825543165865443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduate-loh.html' title='Graduate loh!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6868765092962690704</id><published>2009-05-11T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:34:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>Tian Tian steamboat on sunday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed 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allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=566505521&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6868765092962690704?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6868765092962690704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6868765092962690704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6868765092962690704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6868765092962690704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/05/yummy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1086235691891407608</id><published>2009-05-06T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:16:24.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick updates</title><content type='html'>Had a birthday dinner with jen, lsh, walter and chon in yesterday at Swenson. My concentration level was at its lowest during work already. My eyes was open but I was in lala land when the CS girl trained me...new skills aquired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym on evening really sucks. So many people, wait wait and wait. I didn't finish my sets of training, totally no mood. Its more than an hr even though I did my training half way only. Got to try other gym this friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1086235691891407608?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1086235691891407608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1086235691891407608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1086235691891407608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1086235691891407608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-updates.html' title='Quick updates'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-7798782057922950129</id><published>2009-05-04T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:19:23.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day</title><content type='html'>Morning 7.15am: Its raining, I slept 4hrs only, what a great start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning 8.50am: Reached office just in time. The receptionist not there to open door for me, so I went to the toilet 2nd time to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning 9am: Some staff came and scanned for me to go in. I then waited at the lobby. Noticed 2 other guy came after that, and they are also first day of work just like me. One of the guy used to work in a lan shop, thus already knew many of the people here. The other, a malaysian guy who seldom talk. Then finally the HR manager came and brief us yada yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning 10am: Was introduced to the layout, dept, and people. Then we are seated at our own desk...not really. My desk should be behind my current one, with keyboard that has correct alphabets order, with only one colleague beside me. But the malaysia guy, who is also my team, choose my original desk which the IT dept people assigned to me. My desk? I was in the center, left and right got colleague, with a keyboard that has 2 "W" key, "R" was being replaced and nowhere to be found, a mouse that sucks, cramp. Thanks. So we proceed to setup our email and computer login access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning 10am until 2pm: Was reading forum to understand more about my project. 2pm+ then they feel like eating. So, being outcasted, and unable to hold a conversation with the malaysia guy, I endure lunch (take away) until back to my station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon 3pm: Log into the game I was incharge. It certainly brings back memories...So went around getting familiarise with the game again. So sad, last time all the channels are full, now is like left dogs and cats only. Before I go off, I saw my colleague caught a hacker. Its so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-7798782057922950129?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7798782057922950129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=7798782057922950129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7798782057922950129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7798782057922950129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day.html' title='First day'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6719140708948495326</id><published>2009-05-03T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:56:28.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>Sunday...9.5hrs more till I wake up for work. There is a mix feeling of excitement, anxious, and nervous. Hopefully everything is smooth in this company. My end of slacking is now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6719140708948495326?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6719140708948495326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6719140708948495326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6719140708948495326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6719140708948495326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-680010676644572146</id><published>2009-04-29T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:35:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go back to sch again pls</title><content type='html'>I went down to my future company yesterday to sign an agreement form. Was surprised when I saw many congratulation flower stands outside the main entrance. It says something about opening ceremony, but it doesn't look like a new place to me. I guess they relocated their HQ to this location not long ago. I came down with another purpose in mind, to fight a battle of my own. To negotiate the salary. After meeting with the HR manager who briefed me, I ended coming out with half a bad news..oh well, guess I have to find alternative ways to earn extra income without selling butt. And being a male escort is out of the question too, the contract says I'm not to take a part-time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadded, I walked to Tampines mall to eat $2.50 breakfast. It reminds me of the time in BSC, our $2 breakfast. After that went to Tampines One again, really nothing much. So I walked to the gym to check out. It's a bit of walking from my office to the gym, so I guess warm up is already done by the time I reach the gym next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up at 7.30am to go gym and get the sun shine on my beautifully butt. Got to enjoy this carefree moments while I could! Its been very long since I saw so many humans on the road. When I reached yck, I saw many poly students (which reminds me of the past again!) waiting for their friends. But its too many, its like the whole path is jammed with people walking to sch. Maybe its just 2nd week for the yr1 students, but it feels like IT show in NYP. And hasn't seen so many chiobu for many months, young and chio. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shy today, so I headed home instead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-680010676644572146?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/680010676644572146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=680010676644572146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/680010676644572146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/680010676644572146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-back-to-sch-again-pls.html' title='Go back to sch again pls'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5040625330764082728</id><published>2009-04-24T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:05:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day!</title><content type='html'>I was sick on Tues night after helping my sis with her shop. Damn I'll never go Banquet to eat again! Food sucks, food so oily, and drinks so sweet. After eating, I felt unwell in my throat. And this continued until the next day where my combo 3 in 1 sickness came. Sorethroat, cough, and asthma, I love them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a 2nd interview at Asiasoft again. This time, its the guy who made the decision interviewed me. Well, got the job and I didn't expect it to be so fast. But its good to hear him said "Welcome aboard". The feeling of getting hired for the first time is..wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet jason, xp, lsh, jen, chon in and walter for his bday. Was stunned by the grand opening announcement of walter's bday by pizza hut crew LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="375" height="500" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=047638838&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a handsome suit now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=717431532&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=355561239&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5040625330764082728?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5040625330764082728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5040625330764082728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5040625330764082728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5040625330764082728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-day.html' title='Happy day!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8731411686007981567</id><published>2009-04-16T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:10:12.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First interview</title><content type='html'>Went for an interview yesterday. The company is located near Tampines mall, just opposite only. The HR officer damn cute lah! When she called me, she sounded so friendly and that takes away my nervous somehow. She send me a 3rd email cos she got typo in the previous email and got the interview timing wrong, she included a "^ _ ^" in her email after apologising to me. And her name is unique, Rhea. I admit in my heart, that I have a small hope to see her when I went for interview. So I did a research on the company itself, prepare a few questions to ask the interviewer, and got myself nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of interview, I was almost late cos alighted at the wrong bus stop. So in the end managed to find the building and went into their office when some staff who just came back from lunch scanned their card at the automated door. Wow, the design inside makes me feel comfortable, the staffs are all very relax (T-shirt + jeans), the guys look friendly even they are top management level, the girls are all young and chio. This is like heaven to me if I get to work here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my interviewer went for lunch, so an operation director interviewed me instead. He was very friendly and casual. I was amazed by the office size, the space actually is very very big if you walk inside more. I got excited when the director mentioned to me my job scope, its like heaven on earth with fairy around me! The only downside? The pay is damn low. Well, didn't manage to meet Rhea but this had got to be the most relaxing and friendly job interview I will encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines One again, nothing much. So went to gym instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asiasoftsea.net/images/asiasoft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://www.asiasoftsea.net/images/asiasoft.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys still don't know what it is, how about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asiasoftsea.net/images/product_cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 66px;" src="http://www.asiasoftsea.net/images/product_cb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8731411686007981567?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8731411686007981567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8731411686007981567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8731411686007981567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8731411686007981567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-interview.html' title='First interview'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-4058925304205994031</id><published>2009-04-10T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:00:16.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy holiday</title><content type='html'>Went to the job briefing by Outward Bound Singapore as an instructor yesterday. Basically its no different from signing on as an regular army officer , the only difference is education, inspiration, and taking care the safety of kids. This is only a briefing, the next interview requires us to start our OBS "BMT". Yes, its an interview camp whereby we need to camp at OBS HQ jungle for 3D2N. They will "Thriple S" us, Stress, stretch and Struggle. If we are able to "survive" this interview, we will be qualified for a 3rd round interview by senior PA officer. Tmd, after going thru commando BMT, still have 3rd round interview, they think this is OBS idol? The only reason I declined this job is the ridiculous KPI. 130days per annual have to be with our students, that means 130days of jungle lifestyle. 70days of active duty, which means helping out other instructor in conducting courses. So total of 200days in a year, I won't be able to smell the polluted air of great Singapore. What's more? There will be chances to go oversea to play...play with their monkeys in jungle. And ice mountain climbing in some ulu country. Sounds fun but no thanks, I got alot of commitment out there to go MIA for 200days in civilisation world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym on holiday friday is super terrible! I've never see so many people in a gym my whole life. Everything I do, have to wait and ask. Kns these people should go out eat rabbits instead of coming gym to suffer. I decided to go Tampines One later...hope it will be a pleasant experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-4058925304205994031?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4058925304205994031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=4058925304205994031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4058925304205994031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4058925304205994031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-holiday.html' title='Happy holiday'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2169386995094063241</id><published>2009-04-03T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:41:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So damn dry</title><content type='html'>I'm in love and want them to become mine, all 3 of them, A B and C. I know I'm being selfish, but its my goal in life now. Their name is Abs, Biceps, and Chest. The 77yrs old uncle I talked to in gym few days ago makes me realised that I need to relook into my training. It makes me go back to the "me" 1.5months ago after the re-planning. But his words are +10 for my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love cupid really overlooked me, once again. Fight, will get more depressed. Don't fight, will be a sitting duck. Got so tired of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-2169386995094063241?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2169386995094063241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=2169386995094063241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2169386995094063241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2169386995094063241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-damn-dry.html' title='So damn dry'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5194521359011868524</id><published>2009-03-27T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:32:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F up</title><content type='html'>Fucking why everytime like to assume? Hate to get misunderstood, explain already still gave me that look. Fuck those who can't see the whole picture and assume first. I don't need and give a damn to those who don't understand me. Opportunity come once only, if don't grab now, when? When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me. If I'm ever having conflicts with humans, its becos of others accusing me, assume things, nag at me. FUCKTHIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5194521359011868524?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5194521359011868524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5194521359011868524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5194521359011868524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5194521359011868524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/f-up.html' title='F up'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-9076921372571619153</id><published>2009-03-22T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:14:47.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet sat</title><content type='html'>Boring sat, want go jogging but kept raining. There was alot of rainbow sighting yesterday, and I saw one too! Lucky I took pictures before going into the mall to buy my food, it was gone in less than 10mins after I came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="400" height="300" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=555634148&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="400" height="300" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=590798471&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="375" height="500" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=708288578&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="375" height="500" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=321688731&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-9076921372571619153?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/9076921372571619153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=9076921372571619153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9076921372571619153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9076921372571619153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/wet-sat.html' title='Wet sat'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5409614561714053912</id><published>2009-03-20T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:48:03.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to fish market</title><content type='html'>Went to jobsdb career fair at Suntec today. Lucky I went there early, can't imagine the disaster when its on weekends. Although they are many computers for you to apply for jobs, but I had to queue at least 20mins each time at the popular booth. Actually all the computers on the side of the exhibition is linked to every job this career fair has offered. Going to the individual booth is just to understand more and avoid the super long queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was queueing for at least 30mins at the place where we apply for public sector jobs. Its super horrible, aunties were taking their own sweet time choosing the jobs like in fish market. Choose choose choose and click on every job to view their detail. There were china and pinoy people too, damn irritating. After my One Afternoon Stand of 3hrs (mostly is waiting), I finally gave up. I walk out since I think I should have applied for all the jobs I'm interested already. Weekends gonna multiply this horrible experience by 6x, gged. Got one girl at the "Rave event" booth was quite rude. I wanna see the job description and apply myself, but she said "come i help u". Then click apply don't know what position she clicked. I only told her I want marketing job, then she just auto liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg was tired and weak like jelly after queueing at the "fish market". Went to Mcdonald sit down read book. This book is da dang, make me laugh out loud in Mcdonald. That's the first I read book until LOL. After that went home, then go jogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5409614561714053912?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5409614561714053912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5409614561714053912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5409614561714053912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5409614561714053912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-to-fish-market.html' title='Went to fish market'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6489650146155251266</id><published>2009-03-19T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:38:13.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No music, no dream</title><content type='html'>Went to gym this afternoon and met Thomas and Dao li who just arrived also. After the gym session, went to yishun's GV to watch this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="400" height="300" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=197117753&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, watched it alone. I'm trying to enjoy my singlehood now. This movie damn funny lah, keep laughing throughout the show. Spotted one ah beng rocking his hand to their music while the ending credits are rolling. Damn hardcore fans he is. My fav scene is Krauser singing his "devil's love" song at the end, and then comes the real devil's performance after that little cute song. The rapeX10 in one sec and the endless "fuck", "murder", "rape" is cute. Gonna watch the anime now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO DMC  GO TO DMC GO TO DMC GO TO DMC GO TO DMC !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6489650146155251266?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6489650146155251266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6489650146155251266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6489650146155251266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6489650146155251266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-music-no-dream.html' title='No music, no dream'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-7698729652036025307</id><published>2009-03-19T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:52:38.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot hot wed</title><content type='html'>Went to meet the former BSC team 4 ladies at orchard today. The weather is crazy these few days. Raining in the morning, scorching hot in the afternoon. Orchard during weekdays is packed with lots of people due to the school holidays and unemployed people - like me. I went on a little quest to look for a toilet after I arrived at orchard MRT. Didn't know where the nearest toilet is at, I went to the nearest building thinking that local architect  viewed toilet as a important and holy place that they will build it anywhere within 200m reached. I was shocked that there was no toilet in the basement and first floor of Tangs, my Jr sent me a irritated signal at this moment. Out of anger, I ditched Tangs and went to Lucky plaza. I saw Mcdonald. Got Mcdonald means got toilet just like got temple got god. But to my horror, this outlet got no toilet...So I followed the sign to the toilet in that floor. Harleiluya, found the toilet...in cleaning. My Jr tells me he wanna bomb this god damn building. Went up a level and finally found a useable toilet..but must pay 20cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to find the 3 Delson's angels in Taka. Lsh joined later. After walking aimlessly around, we settled at starbuck. I guess I learned alot there, thanks to the bio lesson they gave me. Of cos it comes with a price...to get shoot by stacy's cos of her pms :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-7698729652036025307?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7698729652036025307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=7698729652036025307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7698729652036025307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7698729652036025307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-hot-wed.html' title='hot hot wed'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-3292955487641413269</id><published>2009-03-18T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:51:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Tues</title><content type='html'>Months of training has finally paid off. I could see results every month and after every carefully planned programs. Got my result thru sms this morning, "B+" for TEP and "A" for IPP. But my GPA doesn't seem to increase, it stays the same as last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go suntan today, but it was raining heavily when I woke up at 9am+. So I went back to sleep. When I woke up again at 11am+, it was damn sunny! Am I dreaming when I first woke up? So I hurried to the nearest swimming pool for my skin coloring session. On my way walking back to home, someone walking towards my direction call out to me. He was a guy I met at yck gym on monday. Weird that he remembers me cos I only saw him once at the gym, and speak to him only one sentence cos he was waiting for me to finishe using the equipment. So chatted awhile with him and found out that he was out of job for 4months and still looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-3292955487641413269?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/3292955487641413269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=3292955487641413269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3292955487641413269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3292955487641413269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-tues.html' title='Sunny Tues'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-3077093556157964075</id><published>2009-03-13T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:39:44.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very different relaxing day</title><content type='html'>Today is a weird day for me. Or should I say its something out of my routine life. After I woke up, I suddenly felt like going somewhere quiet to sit down drink coffee and read book. But I'm quite lazy to do so, and some ^&amp;amp;*()_ virus had invaded my computer. Every now and then will have pop out asking me to scan computer using some ulu anti virus I never heard of it. At around 2+pm I finally dragged my beauty ass out of my house for lunch. First weird of the day, got one auntie keep staring at me while I'm eating. Well, I should be the one staring at her cos she looked like the offspring of dwarf and hunchback of Notre dame. I know its bad to describe her like this, but who ask her to keep staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go airport T3 to shop for a book and relax at the McDonald. Its partially cos of the GST absorbed promotion they having. Seconday weird of the day, while on the bus to Tampines, there was this nutcase pri sch kid. He would talk to himself, and singing the ABC song from Hougang all the way to Tampines. Its so farking irritating! This shows that Singapore education system is producing more nuts than Tong Garden does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I arrived at T3 not long, I recived a call from one of the company I send my resume. Finally got one interview on monday. But after reading the job description carefully,  I got a feeling its something like financial consultant kinda job. Hope its not x.x&lt;br /&gt;I went to Harris Bookstore to shop for a book I might be interested in, but their titles are quite limited. I then went to Times Newslink bookstore in T2 hoping to find something good. Luckily this bookstore has got more chup pa lang titles and I managed to get one. This book hunting session took me 2hrs, 1hr 45mins probably was at the stupid Harris bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to McDonald and sit down enjoying the book, it was so good that I was totally engross in it. The final weird of the day, I came home and my tenant asked me if I wanted to watch movie with her....I don't know what this mean and I kind of don't feel like getting too close to her now. But out of kindness, I said ok. Broken mirror really brings me tao hua that I don't want...Whatever that is, today sure is something very different for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-3077093556157964075?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/3077093556157964075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=3077093556157964075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3077093556157964075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3077093556157964075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-different-relaxing-day.html' title='A very different relaxing day'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6734470626858493104</id><published>2009-03-07T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:38:57.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun sat</title><content type='html'>Rough teachers, gentle teachers, crazy teachers, fun teachers, sporty teachers. We had it all in the station I'm incharge, Human Table Inflated Soccer. Never thought that these teachers will go crazy and rampage, almost tear the inflated table soccer anyhow. Working at Tampines sports hall today, its totally fun and not boring like last week. Can't believe a bus ride of 20mins will took more  than 30mins to reach on a sat 6.15am ride. Thanks to the herds of cheena and bangala workers, they just have to alight and board every stops along the route. There was one seated infront of me with a very very salty smell, it woke me up immediately as soon as he sit down. It smells like..salted dead bodies? Almost vomitted in the bus. F u unhygienic bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match lasted from 9am to 10.30am. You think its hard to control a bunch of students? Teachers aren't that much of difference, just better. There was alot of shouting to be done as the speaker is right behind us, and the keeping of time, rules, and safety. One male teacher was send to medic after he tried to gave his life to prevent opponent from scoring. Stupid teachers. Whats best, these teachers are so enthu that the inflated soccer field was pulled to the other side, many of us had to pull the inflated table soccer back to restraint the teachers. Its not easy man, biceps trained today thanks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was damn fun lah! After that went to pasta manic with Jason, mh and other sbm students. Their lousy service had us 3 waiting for our pizza for very long. They had to compensate us with drinks for the long wait. After that went to watch the jap movie "Suspect X" with them. The only part of the show I like is how the guy sacrifice himself for the one he love. Its so saddening when he cried loudly at the last part...but someone beside me just had to laugh at it, and the other people in cinema too...man its so sad and touching, spoil mood leh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=623323123&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="375" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=933716436&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing that we had to pull it back...damn rough sia these teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=829470776&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had to hold the ring on the pillar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=434946588&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at them...teachers in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=610694491&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya see lah, spoiled the thing liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=223780577&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=757855316&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="375" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The regulation board outside cinema. Damn funny lah..these people really too much time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6734470626858493104?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6734470626858493104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6734470626858493104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6734470626858493104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6734470626858493104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-sat.html' title='Fun sat'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2200272527485098697</id><published>2009-03-05T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:39:49.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring life</title><content type='html'>Don't really feel like blogging recently. Just the same routine everyday. So many things has been bothering me and really lost of what to do. Breaking the mirror brings me tao hua luck I guess, but not sure if its a rotten hua or beautiful hua. Send out so many resume in gov sector and no one reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my dirty house, I don't feel like cleaning it. If you can't beat them, join them. So I would have to give and take, compromise each other. Anyway, we all will become dust one day too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-2200272527485098697?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2200272527485098697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=2200272527485098697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2200272527485098697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2200272527485098697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/boring-life.html' title='boring life'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8319097675745851504</id><published>2009-03-01T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:49:37.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick updates</title><content type='html'>I'm a busy slacker for the past week busying with slacking. A quick update of my last week's activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues - slack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed - mahjon at Jason's house. Broke the mahjon table cos we're using it to play heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri - swimming canceled. So watch movie at night. Due to the blurness of the organiser, we had to watch the movie at a later time and end up reaching home 1am. Watched the movie "He's just not that into you" with gayson, xp, Ian and chon in. Quite a good and funny movie, its worth the $ although someone paid for my ticket. Wanted to thanks the person who paid for me, but I don't know who that person is. Or should I say thanks the suay kia who dropped $10 on the floor, and my eagle eyes spotted it. So since we got alot of time left until movie start, dinner we went back to PS and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Came back home at 1am, try to sleep at 2am, but cannot sleep. So 5am get up and prepare for the part time job. Its an easy yet boring $. Boring job, but eat snake 3hrs chit chat do nothing until the event end. I'm already almost drained after the work ends at 1pm. Went back home try to sleep but got disturb by alot of sms $%^&amp;amp;*(...went out with friends for dinner and came back home nua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent out afew resume and now waiting for reply. Somehow I'm still unsure which path to go, seems like no matter what job also sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8319097675745851504?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8319097675745851504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8319097675745851504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8319097675745851504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8319097675745851504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-updates.html' title='quick updates'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-80998208726625585</id><published>2009-02-24T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:32:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>Ji Ba BOMB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a red bomb today! My last time love advisor Mr Jay, not Chou, but Tan is getting married next month! Now count count I've seen them together once only and that was in 2005/2006, wow indeed he is my master. Congrats ah beng, if you see this. Yea the gaming bros all called him ah beng, but he is definitely not beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="400" height="300" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=625517188&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" width="400" height="300" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=465713557&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished my resume, it took so long machiam like I got 50yrs of experience to write. I wonder if I will need to look for job when in 70, this really got to take 1yrs to write it. I send my resume to SIT and have the lecturer vet it as well as send it to any hiring company. But hours later, I suddenly remembered the golden rules of sending an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spelling correct or not?  *checked*&lt;br /&gt;2. Tone of the letter approapriate? *checked*&lt;br /&gt;3. Got sign off nicely? *checked*&lt;br /&gt;4. Got attach file? *chec..wtf I forgot to attach my resume!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So send another email with my resume attached this time...Got to send ideas to Microsoft and get them come out with a new emailing software call "Microsoft Overlook 2009". It will prompt user a notice to attach file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly since yesterday night, I feel hungry even if  I just ate. 6 sticks of Kinder Bueno just gave their most sincere love to my stomach since I bought them this afternoon. And there's chicken nuggets waiting to give warmth to my stomach later at night. Ahhh life is so wonderful now that it makes me a wander fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-80998208726625585?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/80998208726625585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=80998208726625585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/80998208726625585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/80998208726625585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2743548806271095276</id><published>2009-02-23T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:03:41.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You tried hard, only to get bounced back</title><content type='html'>I just broke my room's mirror yesterday and afraid that I'll really bad luck for 7yrs, especially when during the turning point of my life now. My mirror is round shaped and about half an adult human size. The moment it shattered, I dare not move away afraid that I will stepped on the glasses. It all happened too fast, I stunned there until the broken pieces had settled down. Lesson learned, never do power twister infront of a mirror. And never let your hand slip while using a power twister. When I finally accept  the fact that my beloved mirror is broke, the next thing came to my mind is "how the hell I'm going to clear this mess!". So I picked up the big pieces, sweep the small pieces, and vacuum whatever remains on the floor. I bet theres still some broken pieces under my bed. I'm not used to it without a mirror there. shit man it better bring good luck to me instead of bad luck for 7yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to yck gym today with Jason, mh and Ian. Are jobless people often emo? Or life sure won't go well for jobless people? Has been feeling that no matter how much I tried, it won't work out at all. What is it I lack of that other people can succeed while I can't? Some people just need to open mouth say a word to succeed, but they didn't grab the opportunity. While some people tried until liver heart kidney balls drop out also can't succeed. If take away my only goal in life, I'm just left with myself. An empty shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-2743548806271095276?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2743548806271095276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=2743548806271095276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2743548806271095276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2743548806271095276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-tried-hard-only-to-get-bounced-back.html' title='You tried hard, only to get bounced back'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-7076247782727660404</id><published>2009-02-18T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:24:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog skin</title><content type='html'>Finally changed my blog skin which I always don't bother about it. It looked a bit unorganized and its best to view using firefox. I spent alot of time editing the html codes to match the colors and alignment for the pleasure of you all de eyes. And purple is not a gay color! I took so long to make your eyes shiok shiok so let me choose my fav color ok? *points to stacy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sch gym early morning yesterday with Jason and mh. The 2 meatball was late, one late for an hour and the other..very long. So I went in to look for JL and the team 4 duo. Wow the new gym is great, full of new equipments. Too new until I don't know how to use it. After that we went to find xp, wen ya and pei shi at bazaar. The group went to JP to watch movie. I was tired at this point already cos of the gym and sleepless night before. So we window shopped around, the guys had dinner before movie start...we had a little surprise for xp, which got her angry and wasted her $..sorry hehe..The show was long, and boring at some part. Did no one tears at the end of the show? Maybe most are bored to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, xp went to the icing cake shop to decor her little cake. Then we hang until 10+ and headed home. I was very very welly tired at the end of the day. Now both of my arms are in terrible sore and pain cos of the power twister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: ok I just noticed the previous skin is girly. I changed to another one, which took me another long hours to study the code and figure out everything. It was an achievement actually, the i just need someone to tell me how to put back the blogspot shortcut menu at the very top of this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-7076247782727660404?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7076247782727660404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=7076247782727660404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7076247782727660404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7076247782727660404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blog-skin.html' title='New blog skin'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8553711948775631147</id><published>2009-02-16T17:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:59:53.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blue</title><content type='html'>Rot the whole day at home trying to finish my resume. But I was distracted since early afternoon to surf forum and read blogs and its not finished till now. Read some blogs today that I find it funny and interesting. Found a photo uploading website from xiaxue's blog, and I think its interesting. Will be using it to upload my pic now. I'm getting worried of not able to find a job now, depression started to come liao lar &gt;.&lt; Shit man...rot so much until I forgot to go gym today. Had to wait until thursday then free to go :(...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just receive an sms from SIT talk about job opportunity briefing, guess no harm going to check out what it is. WTH where is my Ipoh coffee? Its gone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is free, he tend to become nostalgia. I suddenly wanna take a look at the class photo we took during our 1st year. The new features in this pic is anyone can leave a note (comments) and can select the area in the pic where you want the note to be. Just click on the pic to start it. So people, leave comments on my pic leh hehe! &lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=477261981&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First outing @ kbox. Everyone didn't change much after 3yrs leh haha..But I'm more handsome back then hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=108466664&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="361" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be our first class presentation, I think. haha so memorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.phlook.com/frames/pframe.swf" name="frame" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="picuid=100017814&amp;amp;sellerid=phlook&amp;amp;addViews=onRollOver&amp;amp;themedClip=enable&amp;amp;defaultMenu=2" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me after my NS. woah so handsome...why now so ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH I want to study more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8553711948775631147?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8553711948775631147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8553711948775631147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8553711948775631147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8553711948775631147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-blue.html' title='monday blue'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-4190303349141297857</id><published>2009-02-15T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:34:24.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY @ POWER HOUSE</title><content type='html'>Went to St James at Sat night with the usual gangs + rick and his friends. We arrived too early to eat dinner and had to wait for mh that slow poke to come haha..anyway we only enter power house at 11+pm like that, its wait wait and wait before entering zz. Thought its 15 people free entering, turned out its one bottle 3 people free. So some of us had to pay the entrance fee zzz. Its a fun night especially nearing the end, went totally crazy. But not as crazy as the horny bastard who can't tame their dragon HAHAHA! And I got to admit my self control is very zai, that girl is just lucky to have met xp and me. Keep telling me "ai zai" but she can't barly walk steadily -.-..Good that she called someone close to send her home, was already preparing to drag her into cab and send her home liao..she lived so far from my house -.- Its only after that then I knew she is just a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can only reveal this much only, the rest is better left unsaid, hor mh? hehe..Came back home at around 7, but can't sleep due to the daylight and the aching. wah that girl totally didn't remember my name when I smsed her haha. So tired now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-4190303349141297857?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4190303349141297857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=4190303349141297857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4190303349141297857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4190303349141297857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/party-power-house.html' title='PARTY @ POWER HOUSE'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-7898726019036320089</id><published>2009-02-14T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:30:17.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter closed</title><content type='html'>Finally the path in NYP has come to an end. Looking back the past 3yrs, I've noticed the changes in me. From bad to good, good to bad, and realized what is right and wrong. Many things happened too, happy and sad, laughter and tears. I'm glad that all the fun memories are worth remembering, and the painful memories are worth learning from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day in NYP, still busy preparing for the debate in the afternoon. After some slacking, chatting, and playing, its done. Although the topic is boring, the debate was fun. And of cos lsh's group won becos they not only brought out their points, but also rebutted us. My team was funny though, pearlyn was reading in a slow and dramatic tone cos her points can only last less than 1min. Our rebutter was kind enough not to shoot the other team. I got nominated as best speaker, probably becos I'm reading from my script muwhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Mr Wong talked to lsh and me. He was glad that he had us in the team and his regret was that we only stayed here for 6 weeks. He showed us a meaning article about life, and wish us all the best after NYP. Lsh and I felt sad that we had to leave in 2hrs time. So we went down to cheers, bought chocolate for Mr Wong, and chat with the team until its time to go. Slowly I'm getting used to my talkative team members haha! Its really sad saying goodbye to everyone we knew. From BSC to shopping arcade, its just so sad. Went off with mh, xp, jason, boon ya and pei shi. They went to play majon at xp's house while I went back home first and joined them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, another chapter in my life is closed...Hope the new chapter will be better and great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZZyM6yt5OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/o-o_kQqtv1U/s1600-h/DSC04331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZZyM6yt5OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/o-o_kQqtv1U/s320/DSC04331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302551177541313762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New team 4's board..good luck to the new team 4!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-7898726019036320089?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7898726019036320089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=7898726019036320089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7898726019036320089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7898726019036320089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-closed.html' title='Chapter closed'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZZyM6yt5OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/o-o_kQqtv1U/s72-c/DSC04331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-7466714625926204967</id><published>2009-02-10T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:41:22.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team 4 outing</title><content type='html'>The new people in my team is so talkative that I can't find peace doing my report and other private activities like msn, pet society and sleeping. But whatever, they are nice people anyway so I'll just enjoy my last few days in NYP. Went out with the girls after that to watch movie. Thanks to JL and PF, poor stacy the cookie monster had to wait for us at Sommerset station until we reach. As usual, the girls are hard to pleased. They couldn't made up their mind on what to eat. So I suggested Subway since its healthier for them :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to eat in a rush, so I order a take away and ate in the cinema. I don't want to be a boy who don't obey rules, but the cookie monster lead me bad..I almost rolled down the stairs while helping them look for the seats...someone tried to kick me down, so evil of her... and Its so uncomfortable eating in the cinema. I can't see what I'm eating, who knows if a cockroach drop from the ceiling onto my bread..And the cookie monster kept aiming my chocolate cookie, I had to keep an eye on it. Since she decided to gave up slimming, then I kindly gave her a cookie anyway..sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we couldn't decide what to do..so we just took a neo print :0 The girls bullied me again during the pic taking :(...And yea, saw Dr Chia with his "good friend". He's a nice man actually, he came up to talked to us leh..Had a great time, thanks girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLTWantoYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2cQocIdd3C8/s1600-h/Bride-Wars-Keyart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLTWantoYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2cQocIdd3C8/s320/Bride-Wars-Keyart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301532093424968066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie we watched..lucky $6 only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPdY4_TzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XpYYa3cFE34/s1600-h/ScannedImage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPdY4_TzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XpYYa3cFE34/s320/ScannedImage5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301527815173132082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Delson..thanks stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPcLZ9EJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gsfNZgheMMM/s1600-h/ScannedImage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPcLZ9EJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gsfNZgheMMM/s320/ScannedImage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301527794373431442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only one where i can have a decent pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPb_kVa8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/mqLtWmTZIS8/s1600-h/ScannedImage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPb_kVa8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/mqLtWmTZIS8/s320/ScannedImage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301527791195745218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why I pointed up? Cos someone hit her head on the bar above, she still able to make it when the cam snapped haha! And the gay nurse headdress...thanks stacy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPbyCbFKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zRxxkDLRw7w/s1600-h/ScannedImage-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPbyCbFKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zRxxkDLRw7w/s320/ScannedImage-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301527787563848866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea I become a gay again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPbsbDBuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tMkLxkQVGjc/s1600-h/ScannedImage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLPbsbDBuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tMkLxkQVGjc/s320/ScannedImage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301527786056517346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man...look at the stinky shoe just beside me. You know it can't be lsh's, gonna skinned the tanned bunny alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-7466714625926204967?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7466714625926204967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=7466714625926204967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7466714625926204967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7466714625926204967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/team-4-outing.html' title='Team 4 outing'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SZLTWantoYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2cQocIdd3C8/s72-c/Bride-Wars-Keyart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-4142610564495029815</id><published>2009-02-08T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:25:54.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A diamond a day keeps the 3rd party away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY6dJBNkF8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/rdBQ55wBcQY/s1600-h/mario4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY6dJBNkF8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/rdBQ55wBcQY/s320/mario4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300346589731362754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture speaks more than a thousand words in a r/s. In fact, it speaks for more than a decade of the process a r/s went thru. If you don't understand this picture, then allow Delson C Chong to explain for you (C = Cullen). Every couple start with being friend, that's where the friend zone are. Then they climb up to advance, slowly slowly. Eventually they go for partys ect... and hitting the cloud high by the temptation of alcohol. In the name of the  holy and mighty alcohol, they got into a r/s, or sex for most people. Ignore the alcohol part if you don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, they crossed the ocean of regrets safely with a proposal. Then they reached the land, a place where they feel safe to put their feet on the ground. But this land has a name, beautiful to some, depressed to some. Marriage. And whats beyond this land is a pit, not bbq pit, but pit of despair. There, they burned eternity and repeat the cycle for their generations to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a matter of whether you enjoy your life while getting bbq-ed in the pit or not. I would trade living in the pit for hearing someone saying the 4 letters word to me again, not the F word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-4142610564495029815?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4142610564495029815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=4142610564495029815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4142610564495029815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4142610564495029815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/diamond-day-keeps-3rd-party-away.html' title='A diamond a day keeps the 3rd party away'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY6dJBNkF8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/rdBQ55wBcQY/s72-c/mario4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8058903672094071693</id><published>2009-02-06T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:52:00.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Finally its Friday. Almost everyone was on leave for whole day or half day. Had a small team 4 secret sharing session after our breakfast. Too bad someone wasn't there whahah! Keep the secrets hor girls, very embrassing 1! Mr Wong treated us ice cream at mac as their last day "special". And so the rest of the day was damn boring with 4 of us left. In the end we left early becos everyone was leaving, so just heck it. Went off with mh's grp together after that. Was going to the interchange to take my bus when I suddenly remembered that my atm card is still bleeding and need to get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to AMK hub OCBC bank to change the card. I had a craving for chicken chop and decided to have my dinner outside. The western stall at S11 have too many people queueing, so I went to the further one beside the woman's clinic. The western stall which I usually visit last time was closed, or maybe gone for good. But I did saw the plates of western food people ate there, so I walk around and saw a newly open western stall called "Aston Express". I ordered chargrill chicken since theirs is the American style western stall and got no chicken chop. So rotted at home watching tv, surf net, play pet society until I think its unhealthy for me to stay up so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to think of a battle plan to avoid stupid vday. One that don't have to go out see couples and not staying at home. Damn the vday, its just another commercial day to milk the guy's $. Everyday is vday if you truely love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY05BBhYYBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BDSw4ugMqlI/s1600-h/DSC04320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY05BBhYYBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BDSw4ugMqlI/s320/DSC04320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299955026236039186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something we did to give our supervisor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY05BV1It2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/wNa0BiKnkeI/s1600-h/DSC04321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY05BV1It2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/wNa0BiKnkeI/s320/DSC04321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299955031687608162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic taken just before I left..looks sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY05BpeIOnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gMYpAbHKbME/s1600-h/DSC04322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY05BpeIOnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gMYpAbHKbME/s320/DSC04322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299955036959816306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so so only..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8058903672094071693?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8058903672094071693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8058903672094071693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8058903672094071693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8058903672094071693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SY05BBhYYBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BDSw4ugMqlI/s72-c/DSC04320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1190339056045359230</id><published>2009-02-04T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:10:09.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team 4 last week</title><content type='html'>SBM is definitely much colorful and fun than SIT in terms of the course, module and people. Looking at Chon In they all leading a monotone life in the fish tank for 12 weeks, it's really lifeless. Although ELDC is worst than monotone life, BSC compensated it. Life in ELDC went past so super slow, but BSC went past so super fast. The variety show was great, at least we get to see performance by the various team rather than sitting in the lab waiting for time to past. Sharing session was great too. So sad that everything ends too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really envy those SBM students who got 1 more year to go. They're all excited about their next stopover today, just like us 2 and a half months ago. This week was the most busy one as we're rushing for HK/Taiwan immersion trip and sharing session, but it was fun. After being tortured by the video clip and Flash, it feels empty now when everything is done. Now that I got 1 week left in NYP, lost and confuse slowly sets in. Got to look forward to next week, new people coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYmEgPvQcWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SNA4Rii1MUA/s1600-h/DSC04316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYmEgPvQcWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SNA4Rii1MUA/s320/DSC04316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298912126093521250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks yvonne for helping with the photo taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYmEgTNjSRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dR0E4p9-esA/s1600-h/DSC04317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYmEgTNjSRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dR0E4p9-esA/s320/DSC04317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298912127025891602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy forcing wei lun and me to act cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYmEgdRNbAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/aosxLvUA4e0/s1600-h/DSC04318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYmEgdRNbAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/aosxLvUA4e0/s320/DSC04318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298912129725590530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Mr Wong's a victim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1190339056045359230?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1190339056045359230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1190339056045359230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1190339056045359230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1190339056045359230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/team-4-last-week.html' title='Team 4 last week'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYmEgPvQcWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SNA4Rii1MUA/s72-c/DSC04316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8119065781986757214</id><published>2009-02-01T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:39:38.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz sat</title><content type='html'>Didn't sleep well on Friday night thanks to the Ipoh coffee my tenant bought. And my brain just can't stop working. Sat was damn zzz. Rot the whole day at home feeling tired and boring. Went to a restaurant in Jurong to attend a dinner treated by my uncle. Food is not bad but its damn boring. But at least I still able to get afew ang pow whaha..$ growing liao. Got to send parents to airport at 4am for their flight later. zzzzz tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;It feels good walking around T3 at 5am. Its quiet, calm and peace...just don't try the toilet. The  path was empty, the  MRT was empty, even the single deck bus on way home was almost empty. It's already day time when I'm ready to sleep, I don't like it. Got interrupted a few times by the phone which my sis don't bother picking up. The day went on, boring and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYl76xRN2pI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ecyjGPXxxYc/s1600-h/DSC04311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYl76xRN2pI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ecyjGPXxxYc/s320/DSC04311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298902686166276754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty train at 6am+ sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYl76YhsoTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ti8SOSiMXYk/s1600-h/DSC04312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYl76YhsoTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ti8SOSiMXYk/s320/DSC04312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298902679524516146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee here also no one knows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYl8sH_vzaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eVxS8Nd9Isw/s1600-h/DSC04320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYl8sH_vzaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eVxS8Nd9Isw/s320/DSC04320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298903534080609698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ang pow in total..If minus those that my family gave, its really pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8119065781986757214?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8119065781986757214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8119065781986757214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8119065781986757214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8119065781986757214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/02/zzz-sat.html' title='zzz sat'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SYl76xRN2pI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ecyjGPXxxYc/s72-c/DSC04311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-3819537047055415341</id><published>2009-01-25T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:34:23.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Long time didn't update already. First, went over to BSC team 4. I thought it will be a hell week cos ELDC was too slack and BSC will be much more stricter. But it turn out to be a slacking stopover as well haha! And meeting new people is great, its so fun now that I really will miss them when they finished their BSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have one achievement in building my body. That is, I have finished building my foundation and can move on to the next training stage. I started training new area using a new work out on friday, and accident nearly happen to me. Totally didn't realize my triceps strength is drained dry on that work out and I did another sets of triceps focused work out. The barbell nearly smash onto my forehead or even my eyes. Its scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to fetch my parents on sat midnight. Its been very long since both of them came back together. Usually its one of them came back only.  And I don't like CNY, guess I will be the most free Chinese in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SXv4kj0EHlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KNr_UPtqGkM/s1600-h/DSC04293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SXv4kj0EHlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KNr_UPtqGkM/s320/DSC04293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295099093876743762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayang act like got things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SXv4kUadYNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/q6pMmilGaxo/s1600-h/DSC04280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SXv4kUadYNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/q6pMmilGaxo/s320/DSC04280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295099089742815442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the poster walking advertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SXv4k6IAVII/AAAAAAAAAOY/yemVN_PiGEc/s1600-h/DSC04294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SXv4k6IAVII/AAAAAAAAAOY/yemVN_PiGEc/s320/DSC04294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295099099865961602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team 4's board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SXv4lLYuFyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tPUp7_9aHMA/s1600-h/DSC04304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SXv4lLYuFyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tPUp7_9aHMA/s320/DSC04304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295099104499472162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During 2nd work shop. This is my pet in pet society..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-3819537047055415341?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/3819537047055415341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=3819537047055415341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3819537047055415341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3819537047055415341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SXv4kj0EHlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KNr_UPtqGkM/s72-c/DSC04293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2937825335447371404</id><published>2009-01-01T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:17:43.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siloso Beach Party 2008!!</title><content type='html'>Siloso Beach Party 2008 was fun! The only complain I have is the numbers of checkpoint they setup for ticket checking. Theres 3 checkpoint and it caused a slow human traffic when the night is approaching next year. Sad to say that we went out again cos loon and ji need to get change and put back things. By the time we wanna go in again, we're caught at the stupid human jam. Those damn tax leeching police and sentosa crew won't let those people in. And we had to cross over to 2009 inside the human jam and didn't managed to catch the whole glimpse of fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music isn't that great but its ok for me. We dance at the main stage for an hour before going to get our food. One freaking plain water cost $4, no way I'm calling myself Robert. So had a fried rice for $4 instead. Jacelyn and her friend joined our while we're about to leave, so everyone knew we won't be able to go home until at least 5am with her around. After finally met up with them, we went to the form party and dance our way. Sad that I only brought one set of clothes and didn't like the feeling of getting wet + the smelly form. So I went in to dance one round only. Didn't enjoy the dancing in form party because alot of guys are trying to be funny with jac and her friend. I had to protect them by cutting in while dancing, idiot horny basta*d ruin my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have breakfast after we leave the party at 5am+. But the guys are all tired, so we went home instead. For those who thinks that I went there to look at girls and rub, sorry to tell you that i didn't bring my manhood out that night. I only wanna have pure fun dancing and partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxtkLGMhXI/AAAAAAAAANw/l0hPPjr7vuM/s1600-h/DSC04258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxtkLGMhXI/AAAAAAAAANw/l0hPPjr7vuM/s320/DSC04258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286220530847614322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely..my friend changing clothes openly in a corner. AHAHA I'm so dead now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxtkj9zyWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UqxBrVrrfI0/s1600-h/DSC04256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxtkj9zyWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UqxBrVrrfI0/s320/DSC04256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286220537523325282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrrrrrtying at main stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxtkQ2DucI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SV85rItOCWI/s1600-h/DSC04254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxtkQ2DucI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SV85rItOCWI/s320/DSC04254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286220532390541762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of bangalas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxogfpkFSI/AAAAAAAAANo/OZM1vKMUV-I/s1600-h/DSC04261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxogfpkFSI/AAAAAAAAANo/OZM1vKMUV-I/s320/DSC04261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286214970087052578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me @ the drinks redemption counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxof0QYRSI/AAAAAAAAANY/vqE8Gqs7-x8/s1600-h/DSC04264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxof0QYRSI/AAAAAAAAANY/vqE8Gqs7-x8/s320/DSC04264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286214958438696226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the stupid lousy fried rice that cost $4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxogHGJ2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/-hvLjipZTo4/s1600-h/DSC04267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxogHGJ2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/-hvLjipZTo4/s320/DSC04267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286214963496081506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our container for the fried rice became ant nest shape! We're damn anti environmental bast*rd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxofn51aDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/q_iVuB7FYvI/s1600-h/DSC04270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxofn51aDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/q_iVuB7FYvI/s320/DSC04270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286214955122911282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohooo foam partyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxoe04NVkI/AAAAAAAAANI/6Y4pN8t182I/s1600-h/DSC04272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxoe04NVkI/AAAAAAAAANI/6Y4pN8t182I/s320/DSC04272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286214941425882690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knn what the couple doing there?? Hot actions in the foam man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Odmn9t7jZfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Odmn9t7jZfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the main stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mjvb2Uwhs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mjvb2Uwhs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foam party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-2937825335447371404?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2937825335447371404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=2937825335447371404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2937825335447371404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2937825335447371404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2009/01/siloso-beach-party-2008.html' title='Siloso Beach Party 2008!!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVxtkLGMhXI/AAAAAAAAANw/l0hPPjr7vuM/s72-c/DSC04258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6179656939792150450</id><published>2008-12-30T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:49:09.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA day</title><content type='html'>Aha! My result for NAPFA. Surprised that I can get 3 As and passed my standing broad jump suddenly with great improvement after 2nd tries.  But I failed overall cos of the 2.4km. Heck, IPPT then I run for the $200. Now I just need to be motivated and reduce the boring feelings when I'm running around the tracks. Seriously 6 rounds of tracks, no one feel sian of it? I'm sian until I started to feel boring at my 3rd round, depressed on my 4th. But still, I'm happy with some of my results as I got better than during my NS time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to Siloso Beach Party tomorrow, hope it won't be boring. After all the spending, I'm really broke now and have yet to pay my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVpCqD5WJ0I/AAAAAAAAANA/q65feBu6ERA/s1600-h/DSC04245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVpCqD5WJ0I/AAAAAAAAANA/q65feBu6ERA/s320/DSC04245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285610403040470850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6179656939792150450?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6179656939792150450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6179656939792150450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6179656939792150450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6179656939792150450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/12/napfa-day.html' title='NAPFA day'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SVpCqD5WJ0I/AAAAAAAAANA/q65feBu6ERA/s72-c/DSC04245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2949933224725598647</id><published>2008-12-21T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:39:41.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat</title><content type='html'>Went to east coast park with a friend on sat afternoon. Skate for 2hrs non stop and got myself 2 blue black ankle and blister toes now. Finally I got my first xmas present this year whaha! And finally send out all the xmas cards, now left presents. I'm still thinking if I should buy presents for my online friends. I would be very broke if I do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SU5eOcbEXAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9f6ALY4Wy20/s1600-h/DSC04220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SU5eOcbEXAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9f6ALY4Wy20/s320/DSC04220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282263015193074690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SU5eOvp0kpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6g9F2u5IsF4/s1600-h/DSC04219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SU5eOvp0kpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6g9F2u5IsF4/s320/DSC04219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282263020355228306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i got here, ankle almost break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SU5eO0SvJVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/k-kk9UYdgwU/s1600-h/DSC04218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SU5eO0SvJVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/k-kk9UYdgwU/s320/DSC04218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282263021600580946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up is not easy with my skates...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-2949933224725598647?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2949933224725598647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=2949933224725598647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2949933224725598647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2949933224725598647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/12/sat.html' title='Sat'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SU5eOcbEXAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9f6ALY4Wy20/s72-c/DSC04220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-9062747100955344706</id><published>2008-12-18T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:08:47.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again and again</title><content type='html'>It's a sad night for me. My own weakness has got me into this depressed state, although I had see this coming few months ago. Everywhere I search, I see the things she gave me. If I just do what he said, this wouldn't happen. Perhaps never will I experience this sweetness again, perhaps never will I experience this special feelings again, perhaps I will never have the chance again. Just feel like saying a "Thanks" for the last time and let it end. But the question still remains. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrPKiCCo4Mo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrPKiCCo4Mo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-9062747100955344706?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/9062747100955344706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=9062747100955344706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9062747100955344706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9062747100955344706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/12/again-and-again.html' title='Again and again'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6981524069790693547</id><published>2008-12-13T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:31:33.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EOY</title><content type='html'>Went to the cosplay event at Expo today out of sudden. Well my friend have been asking me to go but I was just lazy. But it was so boring that I decided to just go even I'm not really interested in this kind of event. Somehow managed to get a friend to go with me becos he always wanted to try cosplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at some of the cosplayer, I thought to myself that 'hey its not that bad'. Some costume is really nice and some female cosplayer are really stunning beautiful! Some are even model quality and they looked even sexier with the anime costume! It's not that bad soaking into the atmosphere becos its just full of fantasy and not real life. There is individual and group competition going on after we arrived. I loved the naruto group performance. They brought whole damn lots of people in, can literally say its full cast of naruto. They did something like the opening song of the anime. Audience just went screaming when their fav char appear. Especially Naruto vs sasuke. I like this scene. Naruto vs Sasuke, then Akatsuki guys came out, then kakashi and gang came out, then become 2 sided show down. Needless to say, they won this group competition. They just occupied the whole stage when the full team came on. Damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pic are taken by my friend using my hp. I was taking pic and vids for my other friend that asked me to come. Her maid costume not bad also, theres alot of maid today too haha! And I was surprised that the people there are mostly very friendly and polite. Accidentally gently knock onto you will said sorry. Except for one fat nerd girl who has lousy attitude when I asked her if she could sit down or swap position with me as she is standing and blocking people from sitting down to watch the competition. Not to mention those cosplayers has good attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SUPTqfTflYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/14r6DLiQ9jY/s1600-h/DSC04214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SUPTqfTflYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/14r6DLiQ9jY/s320/DSC04214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279295915119580546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very chio cosplayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SUPTqkL3F3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BjxQ4DP_AOM/s1600-h/DSC04189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SUPTqkL3F3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/BjxQ4DP_AOM/s320/DSC04189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279295916429743986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That white thing on the stage is my friend's ex chairman in  NTU anime club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SUPTqIj8z6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mHWrGRQJn0I/s1600-h/DSC04216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SUPTqIj8z6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mHWrGRQJn0I/s320/DSC04216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279295909014589346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic taken before we left expo. Pic she don't look chio, but rl she very chio and have very good attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6981524069790693547?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6981524069790693547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6981524069790693547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6981524069790693547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6981524069790693547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/12/eoy.html' title='EOY'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SUPTqfTflYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/14r6DLiQ9jY/s72-c/DSC04214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8857073114772206720</id><published>2008-12-13T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:21:34.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found</title><content type='html'>Recently found back an old friend that I lost few years ago. Not that I lost his contact, just that he choose to not hang out with us. Because of the wedding last few weeks, he is back in the group again. Well, at least towards the end of 2008 I have gain something back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why suddenly wrong choice of word? Why the heart soft again? Why the feeling is back? And why the hell I felt scared? Heck, just work towards my goal can already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8857073114772206720?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8857073114772206720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8857073114772206720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8857073114772206720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8857073114772206720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and found'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6697731423464418793</id><published>2008-12-08T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:45:29.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAF always blow cannon</title><content type='html'>Finally after days of research, I have completed my diet plan and training plan. Bought multi grain bread, quaker oat, HL milk, yogurts, eggs, fruits, tuna and broccoli for my 6 meals diet. Can't believe I actually bought and eat vegetables. Something that beat me I die die also wont eat last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend has come to an end. Didn't train much during these 3 days as I was still researching and getting used to this new lifestyle. Despite so busy and less chatting with people on msn, no one bother to look for me for a simple chat except for one. Guess the past 3 months I was just disturbing people and it shows that online r/s can never be build to a higher level of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ops manning has gone without calling up. Really bullshit sia SAF...but its good also, who will want to go back on a beautiful long weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6697731423464418793?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6697731423464418793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6697731423464418793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6697731423464418793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6697731423464418793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/12/saf-always-blow-cannon.html' title='SAF always blow cannon'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-279090112565323761</id><published>2008-12-04T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:36:36.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired week</title><content type='html'>Been visiting gym and went for running since last week. Suddenly I'm being health conscious and want to train a nice looking body. This whole week I've been sleeping very early cos I was too tired. Not sure if its becos of the training or sch is boring. I have stopped online gaming, only have time for my psp game. Life seems more healthy now as I get to sleep 9hrs a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to reach my goal ASAP so that I can focus on other parts of my body and also other goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-279090112565323761?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/279090112565323761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=279090112565323761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/279090112565323761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/279090112565323761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired-week.html' title='Tired week'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-245404368790972118</id><published>2008-11-29T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:40:43.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>Friday was a troublesome and angry day for me. Troublesome as the class got abit upset over the grouping arrangement. But all ended well, everyone is happy. Darrell and me took up the programming project as it is 80% complete, we just need to fine tune and add in some functions requested by the client. Becos of the lousy facility in the business block, we get to travel freely between IT and business block to do our project. Well, who would reject self declared breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry..Being angry since monday already. The bitch brought the bastard into the lab since monday already. wtf, never see a guy no backbone until can follow gf everywhere even into the lab. Really worth labeling him as "gen pi chon'. To me, this is like putting salt onto my wounds. If they are going to purposely do this to me, don't blame me for my evil doings next time i see him coming to my school again. Good that got one lecturer finally notice the bastard's sick face and chase him out. KNN not paiseh meh? Come to other people's school, into other people's lab, think you very big? Next time I really call security guard see who big. I'm a honest person, i've never done something harmful to others. But if someone did something wrong to me, payback 10x also not enough! Tortured me for more than 3months already, now still wanna put salt onto my wounds...fucking don't test me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for jogging and playing basket ball with the guys afterwards. Got to maintain my determination this time. After that I went home to bath and rush out to meet friends. We had frog leg porridge at Geylang. So many people on the road crossing like its theirs. Almost had an accident banging the bangalas. My friend suggested we walk one round see the pok pok kway. I was like "wtf so nice to see?" But after walking one round, I really change my views. But yea, basically its ah tiongs earning ah tiong's $. Jason will be itchy if he was there. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-245404368790972118?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/245404368790972118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=245404368790972118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/245404368790972118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/245404368790972118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/11/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1917384733778259752</id><published>2008-11-27T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:12:57.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday updates</title><content type='html'>Updates on sunday friend's wedding day.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woke up at 5.30am to meet a friend and went to the groom's house. Supposed to help the groom style hair and put on contact lens, but he keeps blinking eyes and in the end just heck it. When all the brothers and photographer arrived, we went down for a short video taking and go to the bride's house for gate crushing!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we arrived at the blk downstair, the bride's brother will come to open the groom's car door with mandarin oranges. And so the photographer will instruct him to demand for red packet from the groom and tekan him abit before kicking the tyre and open car door. Next we all did a war crys and shouts downstairs while the sisters provoke us by saying not loud enough -.-.. Then after a few war crys, we chiong to the lift as instruct by the photographer. Time for the real tekan session...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As expected, the sisters demanded red packet before opening the door for us to go in. Well they easily let us in for $10, 000 korea currency whaha..easily tricked womans. The first tekan is to draw our face using lip stick one by one. I don't wish to post my pic here...Look at Joker from batman, I looked like him. And so everyone is pretty now..Next, we need to eat bitter gourd. This directly hit my weak spot. The taste of bitter gourd is so horrible and somemore its raw. I almost vomitted after i take a small bite and chew. I tried to swallow without chewing and almost choke myself to death on his wedding day -.-...Luckily the groom like to eat bitter gourd, he took all from us and ate it all...really damn lucky, else i will die..tears also came out liao..&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3rd tekan is to eat bread with wasabi in it. This is nothing compared to the bitter gourd. So all the brothers got tears in their eyes after finishing this. Then next is to drink lime juice and sweet water...all these tekan is sour, sweet, bitter and hot..The next tekan after the eating and drinking is to pass coin using our mouth. There are 10cents and 50cents coins, lucky the groom choose the 50cents, or else we will be kissing each other on that day..So we started passing to each other, then suddenly one of the sister use her hand to force 2 brothers head and lips touched each other...eww gross..my friend kena, and thats his first kiss..god bless him. Lucky I was not infront, else...i rather die.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all the tekaning, we all went out to take outdoor photo taking. Everyone took MRT from Hougang to Punggol for the outdoor shoot. It sure attracts attentions by traveling on trains. So after the outdoor shoot, we proceed to the groom’s house for tea ceremony, then to the bride’s house. And half of the wedding is finished. Next is the preparation for wedding dinner. Sad to say, I only get to go home for a short while to bath and then went out to meet the brothers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The preparation for wedding dinner is tiring as well, lots of running up and down to settle on the details. Even during the dinner, we had to help arrange the seating. A lot of last min instruction and instructions from different people during this point of time. The seats are arranged not very nicely, rather messy and the groom’s father not happy about the seating of his side relatives. Next task of mine is to get ready all the 35 tables of guest for photo taking with the newlyweds. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Supposed to have 2 other brothers to help me…but one is somehow got kicked away by the groom, the other is an ang moh. So I have to get ready 35 tables of guest..After all the talking, the yum seng part stressed my vocal further more. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything ends at 11+pm and I had to leave early for school next day while others went to Lunar..damn it. It’s so tiring that I still feel shag now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6p6pI3LrI/AAAAAAAAALg/1eQbtguHhQI/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6p6pI3LrI/AAAAAAAAALg/1eQbtguHhQI/s320/DSC04134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339038637960882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;His bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6p6WEaR-I/AAAAAAAAALY/rkwG7Pah2hE/s1600-h/DSC04133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6p6WEaR-I/AAAAAAAAALY/rkwG7Pah2hE/s320/DSC04133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339033519015906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Trying to put contact lens for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6p5w1lEHI/AAAAAAAAALI/MzPEbWu627s/s1600-h/SDC10563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6p5w1lEHI/AAAAAAAAALI/MzPEbWu627s/s320/SDC10563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339023524696178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Old friends for many years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6p6GNSbmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3D9xi0MMSco/s1600-h/DSC04149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6p6GNSbmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3D9xi0MMSco/s320/DSC04149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339029261282914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Night shots outside the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1917384733778259752?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1917384733778259752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1917384733778259752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1917384733778259752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1917384733778259752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-updates.html' title='Sunday updates'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6p6pI3LrI/AAAAAAAAALg/1eQbtguHhQI/s72-c/DSC04134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8932290740145735758</id><published>2008-11-22T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:00:38.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, pub, club, rub!!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY attachment has officially ended!!! My lunch is treated by my OIC and back to office to wait for times up. Before I left, went around the office to say goodbye to everyone. I kind of missed them at that moment. And my OIC gave me a ride home wooohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went out to have dinner with a few friends, considered this a bachelor night. The party comes in 2 parts. First, we went to Fish &amp;amp; Co at Park Mall outlet. Cool, didn't know they had a live band there. But its noisy and we had to talk louder. I ordered Swordfish Collar, the groom's treat hehe :) Damn it, had a fierce battle with the swordfish for more than 30mins. The portion is big and it looks like a lamp chop. After our dinner, we discussed and go thru the wedding day details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the 2nd part...we went to Clark Quay to partyyyyyy! As one of our friend is from Ecuador, he brought us to this Latin pub "AZZUCAR". This pub plays Latin music and had a live band. But this place don't suit me as the music is too loud, we're the only chinese there, and we are not a fan of Latin music. I ordered Long Island Tea again, and this is a bad choice. Becos I ate too full and plus the Long Island Tea as a starter, I felt unwell after that. And my friends ordered Tequila shot and rum. Cool way to drink the Tequila shot man I must say, and the rum..first time trying something Singaporean won't drink. We stayed there for awhile and decided to change location for a drink. I felt like I was drunk when we stepped out. Lousy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took cab and went to St James Power Station. While my friends are queuing, I sit one side still feeling unwell..So after 10mins of queuing, we went in to MOVIDA as our first stops. DAMN man so packed! FYI, MOVIDA is Cuba theme. Yes another of this Ecuador friend's fav. The place is so packed that we had to squeeze and rub thru our way! While rubbing thru, I accidentally touched a chiobu's butt..well its accidentally ok..but it wasa soft :) OI accidentally! So continued to rubba rubba thru girls and guys. I had to stop drinking at this point of time or i will vomit. But my friends ordered another round of rum..power to them! Time to hop clubs now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we hop to PowerHouse, Can't remember much what I did there..basically loud music, foggy, packed. We walked one round and went out again. Next hop! To Dragonfly. The moment we stepped in, the resident band was playing my fav chinese song...probably my only fav. FIR "Fly Away". Well, loud music and foggy as usual. But Dragonfly have more teens girls. Then my friend saw his colleague who is celebrating her birthday. So we joined them for awhile. Actually nightlife is boring and don't really suit me. Perhaps going with the right friends will be fun. So I left the place with one of my friend who is also bored of this place. Although I don't feel like going back on that night, but next day, I got the itch to go back again with another group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6ZmfrSqlI/AAAAAAAAALA/lHKRkFsGA8w/s1600-h/DSC04131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6ZmfrSqlI/AAAAAAAAALA/lHKRkFsGA8w/s320/DSC04131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273321100314585682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8932290740145735758?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8932290740145735758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8932290740145735758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8932290740145735758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8932290740145735758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/11/eat-pub-club-rub.html' title='Eat, pub, club, rub!!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SS6ZmfrSqlI/AAAAAAAAALA/lHKRkFsGA8w/s72-c/DSC04131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2978630693923078159</id><published>2008-11-11T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:26:36.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f sia</title><content type='html'>wtf? Sick got 2 days MC also cannot rest well at home. Got to continue do work. My final report haven't started yet and I have to do a PPT slide for LO to see next monday. No printer to print, no software to do gantt chart. wtf is all this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf? Tahan few more days? Haven't reach end of this week I up lorry liao. 60 over web pages I've gone thru each of them for at least 3 times. Why cannot give instruction once and for all so I only need to go thru them once only?? You think easy ar? Instruction give half half only then come blame me why never follow your instruction. Fuck? Asthma attack today, tomorrow go back work. You think I don't need to breath? Fever coming soon then how? Die in office? I load personal website but I didn't surf,  don't act smart thought that you know everything. If you so smart, you would know that I everyday load this website but I didn't have time to surf it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-2978630693923078159?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2978630693923078159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=2978630693923078159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2978630693923078159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2978630693923078159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/11/f-sia.html' title='f sia'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6646675118159432971</id><published>2008-11-02T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:58:18.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chill nights</title><content type='html'>Went to giraffe bar with the gang on friday night. Was supposed to go Timbre@substation, but that darn place so hard to find. So after a nice little walk around that area, we decided to just settle at giraffe bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SQ05vY0VlUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vio3bIUcBpA/s1600-h/DSC04117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SQ05vY0VlUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vio3bIUcBpA/s320/DSC04117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263927025744581954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken fillet. Small portion but nice to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SQ05vP0B3DI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NnIo-esVfoo/s1600-h/DSC04108.JPG"&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SQ05ulgXDEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TAmfze91IH0/s1600-h/DSC04116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SQ05ulgXDEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TAmfze91IH0/s320/DSC04116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263927011970583618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 2nd drink of the night, Grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate and drink alot, it was very relaxing. Feel like checking out every pub and bar out there, but my pocket will gonna have a big hole. Long Island Tea, sex on the beach, virgin mary, giraffe special, grasshopper, blue hawaii and jim johnson, we taste it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramly burger rocks!! I LOVE RAMLY BURGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SQ2wf6gdmEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fmT4Nz09VBw/s1600-h/DSC04122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SQ2wf6gdmEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fmT4Nz09VBw/s320/DSC04122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264057601793824834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dinner :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6646675118159432971?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6646675118159432971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6646675118159432971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6646675118159432971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6646675118159432971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/11/chill-nights.html' title='chill nights'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SQ05vY0VlUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vio3bIUcBpA/s72-c/DSC04117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5011036550416320331</id><published>2008-10-21T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:19:41.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x.x</title><content type='html'>Went to meet my friend on sunday who is getting married next month. All of his brothers are there to discuss about the roles and things that will happen on the actual day. And so we agreed on wearing red shirt for the brothers and some strategy for gate crushing. And my role will be his hotel coordinator and to help him tank alchoho when he goes around the table. But I will only tank when his main tanker and himself cannot take it. It will be a long and tiring day for me. From morning 7am+ to night don't know what time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new interns from SP has arrived. Lucky still able to click with him. One more month left in this company, then I can get my well deserved sleep and rest for awhile. I've planned how to spend my coming weekend + deepavali. I'm gonna play game for 24hrs, rest 24hrs and shop/movie for the 3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture speaks a thousand word. One picture to summarize my mood for this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ei5-VDy_x4z-SM:http://www.clig.net/images/middle_finger_flame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ei5-VDy_x4z-SM:http://www.clig.net/images/middle_finger_flame.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burning anger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5011036550416320331?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5011036550416320331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5011036550416320331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5011036550416320331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5011036550416320331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/10/xx.html' title='x.x'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1425725351840909946</id><published>2008-10-15T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:09:21.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKED SCREWED PWNED</title><content type='html'>Rants of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Morning preparation went smoothly, able to leave house early so I can take my time to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fucking bus 72 took 10mins to come. Fucking driver purposely overshot the bus stop then stop. Fucking bus driver stopped at one bus stop so long just to squeeze everyone in. Fucking hell everyone just like to squeeze through even though there is no space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Fucking gay touch my cock 2 times in the train. Fuck those people who read newspaper in the train where people infront squeeze their sweat out like squeezing a lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fucking fugly auntie blocked the whole escalator and don't let people walk past. When I said 2 times "excuse me, sorry" and she won't siam, I tapped on her arms. Ok she put down her fucking big fat arms to let me past. But she gave me a "song bo, I successfully blocked your way and waste your time" look. CCB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that becos I'm in the bus, the bus driver should not wait so long at the bus stop to let more people squeeze to board. But you see, by waiting at the bus stop for 5mins in the expense of the time of those people already on board, it is not fair. When there are left over people that didn't manage to get on board, its a  waste of their time, AND A WASTE OF OUR TIME FOR THOSE PEOPLE ALREADY ON THE BUS. FUCKING HELL SBS KNOW HOW PRECIOUS OUR TIME IS OR NOT? THIS IS A LOSE LOSE SITUATION U FUCKING ASS. Why don't just stop for 3mins max, so that people's time won't be wasted?? Fucking world class transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the fuck people had to squeeze in MRT you may ask. YOU KNOW WHY??? Becos there are fucking nubs that like to read newspaper in the train and took some space just to placed their newspaper nicely infront of them for their cock eyes to see. Not to mention the fucking gay who touch my dick. I know my dick gave out this scent that attracts opposite sex, but why the *toot* that gay wanna touch it????? And the fucking monkey face auntie who blocked my way, I was going to be late u jack ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I admit my temper really not good. I'm easily provoked, I feel no love, I wished I can kill these people, I wished nucleared this tiny piece of dang peasant Island that used to hold inmates. Why I become like that??? I think I have learned how to heck care, LOVE YOURSELF, STEPPED ON OTHERS, TRUST NO ONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1425725351840909946?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1425725351840909946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1425725351840909946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1425725351840909946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1425725351840909946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/10/fucked-screwed-pwned.html' title='FUCKED SCREWED PWNED'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-155780940328436279</id><published>2008-10-07T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:38:36.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No handlebars No handlebars No handlebars No handlebars</title><content type='html'>My reach is global&lt;br /&gt;My tower secure&lt;br /&gt;My cause is noble&lt;br /&gt;My power is pure&lt;br /&gt;I can hand out a million vaccinations&lt;br /&gt;Or let'em all die in exasperation&lt;br /&gt;Have'em all healed of their lacerations&lt;br /&gt;Have'em all killed by assassination&lt;br /&gt;I can make anybody go to prison&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don't like'em and&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything with no permission&lt;br /&gt;I have it all under my command&lt;br /&gt;I can guide a missile by satellite&lt;br /&gt;By satellite&lt;br /&gt;By satellite&lt;br /&gt;and I can hit a target through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;Through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;Through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;and I can end the planet in a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell yea!!! What a very attitude lyrics this song has. I knew someone who had this kind of attitude, and I don't like him. But I just LOVE this lyrics so much! It is what I feel like doing during these recent weeks. If sg declare no law for a day, I would just do whatever I want that deems "legal" in the age of cave man era. FUCK THIS WORLD MAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-155780940328436279?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/155780940328436279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=155780940328436279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/155780940328436279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/155780940328436279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-handlebars-no-handlebars-no.html' title='No handlebars No handlebars No handlebars No handlebars'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-7748983930887451362</id><published>2008-09-29T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:38:30.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a happy depressing emo kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My morning adventure of incredible journey to my office can come in four PS3 game’s CDs. But one word can summarized all…. FUCKED. The 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; wonder of Singapore can be found in the underway link at Outram station from NEL to EW. Thru out the whole stretch of underway, you can only hear “kok” “kok” “kok” “kok” sound, the sound of our shoes hitting the ground while walking. It’s so fucking monotone especially on Monday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I reached my office, I found 2 stacks of seminar’s feedback form on my desk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Emo song began to play in my head at this moment. So I just continue do what I need to do from last week’s shit. After awhile, my OIC suddenly MSN me. “Hi Delson” was what I saw on the pop out. Oh no fucking shit, please leave me alone on this fucking emo Monday and let me rot. He took 1min to type his next reply. My balls shrink every time he does this. And yes, more things to do…I don’t mind this whole fucking IPP if I’m in a good mood. But fuck it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lunch time is coming, going to eat alone. Wonder what shit job I have to do later. Lalalaa lalalaal emo song..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-7748983930887451362?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7748983930887451362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=7748983930887451362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7748983930887451362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7748983930887451362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-happy-depressing-emo-kid.html' title='I&apos;m a happy depressing emo kid'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1493769557151145465</id><published>2008-09-21T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:10:46.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy? sad? confused? lost? Its kinda sweet..</title><content type='html'>Recently work has been getting more and more boring. But thanks to my friends in msn who kept me accompanied throughout the day, time pass pretty fast! I think I still haven't get used to the tiredness, still will get tired easily especially on Thursday and Friday. For this friday, I suddenly have alot of things to do and due to the tiredness, I rejected you guys. Sorry man..Had to bring my work home and do on Sat and Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, don't worry about me. Though is tiring, I felt really happy. Just had some issue troubling me. I'm contradicting myself now lol.  haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1493769557151145465?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1493769557151145465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1493769557151145465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1493769557151145465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1493769557151145465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-sad-confused-lost-its-kinda-sweet.html' title='happy? sad? confused? lost? Its kinda sweet..'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5185311933553209940</id><published>2008-09-13T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:07:35.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Went to support my company's seminar at Microsoft main office in Singapore. This place's security is so tight! Got to take the stupid even number lift to 22nd floor, step out, step in again, then can go to 21st floor. But the seminar floor is damn COOL! All drinks FOC, and the view from 21st floor is damn nice! Not to mention the high tech system in the seminar room. Makes you wanna work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Far East to have dinner with them after work. And we have decided where to go pubbing for next TGIF! Woot looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu23t9NRGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IIiZmI4a6aU/s1600-h/DSC04034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu23t9NRGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IIiZmI4a6aU/s320/DSC04034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245487259348452450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate my breakfast here, super nice environment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu23vJ_1tI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JXBUvs361i8/s1600-h/DSC04022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu23vJ_1tI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JXBUvs361i8/s320/DSC04022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245487259670533842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view. Can see the F1 racing route from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu232xxWTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/67ijcGgLwBk/s1600-h/DSC04026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu232xxWTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/67ijcGgLwBk/s320/DSC04026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245487261716404530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IR is just beside it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu24AO5lCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/07BrzaKS3eI/s1600-h/DSC04029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu24AO5lCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/07BrzaKS3eI/s320/DSC04029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245487264254497826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu24ZrDkGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ImNiQRhfp9Q/s1600-h/DSC04031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu24ZrDkGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ImNiQRhfp9Q/s320/DSC04031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245487271083479138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5185311933553209940?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5185311933553209940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5185311933553209940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5185311933553209940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5185311933553209940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SMu23t9NRGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IIiZmI4a6aU/s72-c/DSC04034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1416101856018881835</id><published>2008-09-06T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:22:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sick sat</title><content type='html'>Been having slight sore throat since thursday, and fear that this sore throat would lead to other illness. Probably becos I have withstand the super cold aircon for 5days, and people often spread virus in office environment. And true enough, I was so sick today. Flu, sore throat and cold. Luckily I don't need to work on sat anymore, else I don't know how I survive this. I woke up feeling cold, having flu, body aching and terrible sore throat. And having slight asthma. Hope this doesn't last for days, I don't want to go office with my illness, the feeling is very sucks. Last time sick still got my ex take care of me, now...die alone in house also no one knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1416101856018881835?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1416101856018881835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1416101856018881835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1416101856018881835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1416101856018881835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-sick-sat.html' title='Very sick sat'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-4385279731791313523</id><published>2008-09-03T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:37:25.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super tired day!</title><content type='html'>Work today is very tired. From morning till night stared at computer screen, eyes abit swollen I think. At least got motivation to countdown to off work, cos gonna meet the gang to eat dinner and also it's becos of mh's birthday. As my work place is super near city hall, I went to Esplanade for a walk while waiting for them to arrive. Somehow emo feeling comes back again, but I controlled it well this time. When they arrived, we went to Cafe Cartel to have our dinner. So tired and don't feel like online, but I can't help but to come on to talk to someone. Guess I should not do this again, I know its impossible de, so I had to tell myself no more next time. When I reached home, I just sat on the char and slack awhile without doing anything. Super tired and emo now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6uHZrYpcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nQ_IG1WXDbU/s1600-h/DSC03990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6uHZrYpcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nQ_IG1WXDbU/s320/DSC03990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818458481010114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down somewhere near Esplanade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6uIDb7fNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Js95ULfhCIk/s1600-h/DSC03991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6uIDb7fNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Js95ULfhCIk/s320/DSC03991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818469690473682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey looking sky, just like my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6uI0MigCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TribVhOfxUU/s1600-h/DSC04011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6uI0MigCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TribVhOfxUU/s320/DSC04011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818482779258914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice flyer, after attachment go there alone also not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nHONgu5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ywkMUvkNcnY/s1600-h/DSC03980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nHONgu5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ywkMUvkNcnY/s320/DSC03980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241810758821526418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This escalator used to bring so much laughter back then. Now, it brings so much sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nHnfMs8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nbW8oE9En34/s1600-h/DSC03997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nHnfMs8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nbW8oE9En34/s320/DSC03997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241810765606597570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look ugly when taking pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nH7va5_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/xb012IJDq8w/s1600-h/DSC04008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nH7va5_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/xb012IJDq8w/s320/DSC04008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241810771043346418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice blue background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nIOQXM_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/z9XoNQnXfDU/s1600-h/DSC04018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nIOQXM_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/z9XoNQnXfDU/s320/DSC04018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241810776013353970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dinner, can't finish it in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nIdWWvmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TWUydfxUVnc/s1600-h/DSC04020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6nIdWWvmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TWUydfxUVnc/s320/DSC04020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241810780065021538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm not the only one who cannot finish it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-4385279731791313523?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4385279731791313523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=4385279731791313523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4385279731791313523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4385279731791313523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-tired-day.html' title='Super tired day!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SL6uHZrYpcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nQ_IG1WXDbU/s72-c/DSC03990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-7765999072073285266</id><published>2008-09-02T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:29:55.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day</title><content type='html'>Morning woke up feeling very tired even after 7hrs of sleep. Journey to the MRT feels very routine now even though its second day only. Today fed the 2 tortoise with food, they seems very hungry. Just when I got into a good r/s with the tortoise, I was told that I can have the other table. So finally a new table with more spaces and cleaner now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, so much things to do today. Guess my next 3 months gonna be busy. I wanna touch on the marketing project!! When can I start on it??? IT project so sian! Talked to a few milf OL today, still find that females are better chatter than guys. Yea, got someone treat me an apple! But lunch time I'm eating alone cos manayzer having meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyday will be as good or even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-7765999072073285266?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7765999072073285266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=7765999072073285266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7765999072073285266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7765999072073285266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-day.html' title='2nd day'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-573683347647049881</id><published>2008-09-01T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:51:48.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day working</title><content type='html'>Didn't had enough sleep yesterday. I'm not nervous, but I just can't seem to fall asleep. Well, the first day turn out well actually. Got a friendly manager, friendly colleague, and 2 friendly tortoise. At least I know what I have to do this for the next 3 months. And hope I can just focus more on the creating awareness part of the job scope, its so much fun than revamping the website zzz. Got to eat birthday cake before I left office, hope its a good omen/luck/karma/whatever to my next 3 months there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work went to meet xp, jen, mh and jason. Its not bad meeting friends after work, relieve our mundane lifestyle. Come back home, only can online for 2hrs before going to sleep zzz. Why life so sucks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-573683347647049881?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/573683347647049881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=573683347647049881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/573683347647049881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/573683347647049881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-day-working.html' title='1st day working'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1283625111108324621</id><published>2008-08-31T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:59:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday emo-ness and coming Monday blues</title><content type='html'>Once again, I feel the emo-ness of Sunday. Ironing clothes while watching TV, set alarm clock, sleep early, hasn't had this feeling for 2yrs+ already. Soon I will feel the Monday blues also. Hope it will be a good start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Comex with Club president today to shop for her laptop. Last day is really super packed, the MRT is flooded with people going to Comex and some marathon runners. Nowdays laptops are cheaper and much better than mine, and I just bought for not even 1 year. After going thru the battle field many times, finally she got a Dell laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH sian! Pre-Monday blue sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1283625111108324621?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1283625111108324621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1283625111108324621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1283625111108324621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1283625111108324621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-emo-ness-and-coming-monday-blues.html' title='Sunday emo-ness and coming Monday blues'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8517700570107160154</id><published>2008-08-30T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:14:22.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping day!</title><content type='html'>Went to Suntec and Raffles Place with the gang to shop for our formal clothes. Went to G2k to have a look, but no one buying except xp. Then went to Comex walk walk for awhile. Then somehow we went back to G2k again. This time, Jason and Darrell bought theirs. We went to Raffles Place Robinsons to have a look for those that haven't buy. Finally, Walter, Chon in and me bought our shirts and pants. It took us hours for looking and fitting before we bought it. Then Ming Hui went back to G2k to buy after having 2nd thoughts lol. So left Jen, Chon in, Walter and me. We went to have our dinner after buying the clothes, then mindlessly walking around before settling down at the staircase near city link. After this, I went to meet my friends at Hougang Mall. Some pic we took at the staircase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgimAmL7EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mPu0qH3Jhk0/s1600-h/DSC03929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgimAmL7EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mPu0qH3Jhk0/s320/DSC03929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239976202836110402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter is emo, full of hatred, and he is crying....man poor guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgpNcKOhYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pSA4xzSdan0/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgpNcKOhYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pSA4xzSdan0/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239983477319697794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm consoling him.. Give him some love..make him feel lovely dovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLglhnPvCaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cZGdheQrPWk/s1600-h/DSC03930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLglhnPvCaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cZGdheQrPWk/s320/DSC03930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239979425846462882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is what happen in the front view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLglhxMBLUI/AAAAAAAAAII/TErg2LzhhMg/s1600-h/DSC03933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLglhxMBLUI/AAAAAAAAAII/TErg2LzhhMg/s320/DSC03933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239979428515228994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgliOwQNKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z3uRuG5jo_8/s1600-h/DSC03934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgliOwQNKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/z3uRuG5jo_8/s320/DSC03934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239979436451837090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this?! Headless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgpOVxheEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yxfllxRVr_0/s1600-h/DSC03936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgpOVxheEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yxfllxRVr_0/s320/DSC03936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239983492785338434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Chon in was troubled by something. Suddenly cried and become emo..no joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgpODOU1XI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vLrljieWb5E/s1600-h/DSC03938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgpODOU1XI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vLrljieWb5E/s320/DSC03938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239983487805871474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to give him some man's love...He was happy I can see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgpNpgT4oI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VafE4tVT_fg/s1600-h/DSC03939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgpNpgT4oI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VafE4tVT_fg/s320/DSC03939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239983480901984898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happen in the front view. Sorry all joking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgil5BMnKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0EQg6HCES3M/s1600-h/DSC03924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgil5BMnKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0EQg6HCES3M/s320/DSC03924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239976200801918114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why jen laugh at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgiljWQ7GI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Iz0xJ1Mmp3Q/s1600-h/DSC03918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgiljWQ7GI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Iz0xJ1Mmp3Q/s320/DSC03918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239976194984701026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, xp and jen bought candy floss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8517700570107160154?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8517700570107160154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8517700570107160154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8517700570107160154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8517700570107160154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-day.html' title='Shopping day!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLgimAmL7EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mPu0qH3Jhk0/s72-c/DSC03929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6353590264526539749</id><published>2008-08-28T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:35:58.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up life</title><content type='html'>Life definitely sucks alot for me recently. Good thing about today is the exam's finally finished. It's very easy as compared to the GSC paper. But the IPP was a big blow to me. Not only my wish didn't come true, my attachment company SUCKS TO CORE. Too many negative news regarding this IPP. Pay is average, 5.5days working hours (sat had to come back), I'm the only NYP student attached there (possibly the only attachment student), doing IT work, forgo my chance for future employment, forgo my chances to meet new people. And gosh..the location..Just how much sucky things have to happen to me? Wait, it could mean that I'm the only "IT guy" there cos I was in Marketing Department. Oh wtf...Really suay dao lao sai..I'm getting paranoid of all these bad things happening to me, I might consider going for something to change my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the IPP briefing, I went to kbox with the rest and stayed till 9pm then go for dinner. Right now, I can only hope that the IPP will went smoothly for the next 3 months. And hope that things are not as bad as what I expect. Just make the fullest out of this ba. Damn life really going downhill after the break up. Totally no mood to do anything now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6353590264526539749?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6353590264526539749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6353590264526539749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6353590264526539749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6353590264526539749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/fucked-up-life.html' title='Fucked up life'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-726629984375399201</id><published>2008-08-26T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:42:24.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo day before exam</title><content type='html'>Went to eat Sakae Sushi for breakfast at Hougang Point with xp, Jason and Darrell. Got to say its my first time eating sushi buffet as breakfast. But it's nice to do something out of ordinary and out of my daily routine once in a while. Exam is tomorrow and I'm still slacking now, this is out of my routine also haha. So much things has happened, and I will be busier when attachment starts. If my financial status allow, I hope to take a short holiday trip to somewhere and relax. But it's the loneliness that gets me. I couldn't live well without someone there to be with me. So weird to be in emo state in the early afternoon. Looks like I think too much already.. Stupid server only managed to post one pic. Here's a emo song for all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLWV3MCE6vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PEkQgWCjFwY/s1600-h/DSC03903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLWV3MCE6vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PEkQgWCjFwY/s320/DSC03903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239258516870720242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk39fxEVMcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk39fxEVMcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eisley - Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was throwing grain into the ground below, ground below&lt;br /&gt;With dreary circles of his arm, going slow, very slow&lt;br /&gt;His cap pulled down roun' his ears to&lt;br /&gt;hide the smile and watery tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving wife it's so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;how small seeds gracefully do grow&lt;br /&gt;into beautiful things that spring from these rows&lt;br /&gt;With their musical names and musical sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreary birds parade across the dreary sky, but down below&lt;br /&gt;the woman absent mindedly begins to sow, how she sows the&lt;br /&gt;seeds her husband loved so much, but he's no longer&lt;br /&gt;here with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her life is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;as memories continue to grow&lt;br /&gt;into beautiful things that spring from these rows&lt;br /&gt;With their musical names and musical sounds&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful things that spring from these rows&lt;br /&gt;with their musical names and musical sounds, and musical sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distant though I am&lt;br /&gt;orange, gold, and green&lt;br /&gt;firing, flaming, colors surround me&lt;br /&gt;I'm always wondering where you are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always wondering where you are.&lt;br /&gt;Darling shouldn't I be the one&lt;br /&gt;Wondering after all I am the one who is gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm always wondering where you are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always wondering where you are.&lt;br /&gt;Darling shouldn't I be the one&lt;br /&gt;Wondering after all I am the one who is gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm always wondering.&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who is gone&lt;br /&gt;Who is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there's beautiful things that spring from these rows&lt;br /&gt;With their musical names, and musical sounds&lt;br /&gt;Musical sounds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-726629984375399201?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/726629984375399201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=726629984375399201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/726629984375399201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/726629984375399201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/emo-day-before-exam.html' title='Emo day before exam'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SLWV3MCE6vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PEkQgWCjFwY/s72-c/DSC03903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5041335231442181030</id><published>2008-08-24T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:52:54.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It still lingers</title><content type='html'>Suddenly felt so emo on a Saturday night. I thought I have been better for the past 1 week, but apparently, this is not what it seems to be. Suddenly I realized that I'm not being strong enough. Why is it I'm the one still suffering after what they've done to me? Why do I still keep thinking about it? Even talking to someone about this past experience of mine still have the tendency to get teary eyes. Didn't I already sorted out my feelings and moved on? How come little movement will also bring my emotions down? Guess I can't be strong like xp. I had to do something to stop all this, and I've made the first step just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I felt that I've wasted my chance for not being socialized and missed out on few friends during these 2 years. Not that I'm blaming her, but somehow I just feel that its not worth it when things have ended. All the gifts, all the handmade present, all the effort, all is nothing but for her lies? Why lied to me when decisions are already made? To make me put in my last 100% effort and watched me crumbled with it? Or is it to get ideas on how to please other? I'm not drunk, I know what I'm talking about although it may sound like I'm pushing the blame. Its what I feel now. I wonder if I should be the one to hate first instead of be hated. People sure say I'm naive and stupid. I was blinded by love, but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you truly love someone, you will talk about the problem and solve it with your SO. I guess I was never been loved before. It's all nothing but lies, painful lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5041335231442181030?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5041335231442181030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5041335231442181030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5041335231442181030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5041335231442181030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-still-lingers.html' title='It still lingers'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8956545104555400296</id><published>2008-08-23T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:27:15.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Uploaded some pics we took yesterday. Time past very fast when slacking lol. Gonna post all the pics and vids in class blog next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SK_Xn9Cw55I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9pkKsOK-PFM/s1600-h/DSC001511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SK_Xn9Cw55I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9pkKsOK-PFM/s320/DSC001511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237641973056202642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah toot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SK_XofoNUEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xlXNsylEJ_g/s1600-h/DSC001461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SK_XofoNUEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xlXNsylEJ_g/s320/DSC001461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237641982340059202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always slack while studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SK_XostD2QI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WAN56JrVjkk/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SK_XostD2QI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WAN56JrVjkk/s320/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237641985850071298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be looking at something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8956545104555400296?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8956545104555400296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8956545104555400296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8956545104555400296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8956545104555400296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SK_Xn9Cw55I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9pkKsOK-PFM/s72-c/DSC001511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6450159878486160865</id><published>2008-08-21T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:15:36.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty first paper</title><content type='html'>One paper down, last paper to go. The first paper was a disaster, the very first question is a killer already. Skipped over 20marks worth of questions in total, haven't count in those wrong answer. I spaced out a few times during the paper without realizing thinking about her, cos she's sitting behind me. Now time to focus on the last paper and hope won't have to repeat any modules this sem...This sem was a total dang sem, alot of things happened, alot of thing goes wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6450159878486160865?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6450159878486160865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6450159878486160865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6450159878486160865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6450159878486160865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/shitty-first-paper.html' title='Shitty first paper'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-7468160851408806394</id><published>2008-08-19T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:32:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday updates</title><content type='html'>My Sunday morning was woke up by Walter asking me if I want to work on that day. But becos I slept at 4am, so I'm really dead tired and couldn't go for this job. After watching the table tennis match between LJW and ZYN, Jason smsed me and said he will be reaching my house soon for study. Idiot man, thought he not coming already since its so late. So I went to buy some snacks and drinks and then clean my house before Jason and Xiu ping come. Couldn't sleep good that night becos Jason was too chicken and heard many weird noise, and xp wants to turn on lights and music. But it was so funny that night becos we discovered another Jason's secret hahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next day morning, we went to eat McDonald's breakfast and went back to study. Took alot of videos about Jason after we had our dinner, But can't expose, ask him for permission first ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfo0wL0TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YKvNhncah9Y/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfo0wL0TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YKvNhncah9Y/s320/DSC00140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236173040475951410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snacks and drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfpII_peI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MFJob8aAIa0/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfpII_peI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MFJob8aAIa0/s320/DSC00148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236173045680285154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfpaMr92I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f_abdq7gjWo/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfpaMr92I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f_abdq7gjWo/s320/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236173050527610722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop princess LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfpnWYc8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/GRhxznPROio/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfpnWYc8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/GRhxznPROio/s320/DSC00156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236173054057935810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's sicko looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfqLQKipI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N6-cX4IbB_8/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfqLQKipI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N6-cX4IbB_8/s320/DSC00162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236173063695534738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got locked in my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkQsqSYIGww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkQsqSYIGww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena locked in my house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-7468160851408806394?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/7468160851408806394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=7468160851408806394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7468160851408806394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/7468160851408806394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-updates.html' title='Sunday updates'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKqfo0wL0TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YKvNhncah9Y/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-4865017654649246543</id><published>2008-08-16T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:20:19.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring weekend</title><content type='html'>Have been doing nothing for the past few days. Wake up only to drag myself to buy lunch, and then wait for night time to come so I can sleep. Recently, friends around me also having trouble over r/s. Its really heartache seeing them in a state of depressing and ect..My tenant called this morning while I was still sleeping. He's coming over to take back his remaining stuffs. And hope his letter won't send to my house, if not he have to come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-4865017654649246543?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4865017654649246543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=4865017654649246543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4865017654649246543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4865017654649246543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/boring-weekend.html' title='Boring weekend'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-3932441911749244074</id><published>2008-08-13T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:37:21.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you felt loved today?</title><content type='html'>Today, I forced myself to study for exams. My mood still hasn't settle down yet and all I can do is just read thru. I'm slowly getting back to my healthy lifestyle again. Going for a jog and tired myself out so I can sleep early and wake up early for a proper lunch. Looking back the past weeks, it's really a hell week. But now, I'm able to know more about r/s and look at it in a more mature view. While she still live in her lil comfort world which she will never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some time to think about the joy in your r/s, all the first thing that you've done/give to your other one, all the places that you both went, the food that you both eat together, the movies that you both watched, how you both solve things together. And look at the situation now, is it the same? If not, just call him/her and said "I love you". Give him/her a hug when you both meet up. Do not take this r/s for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-3932441911749244074?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/3932441911749244074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=3932441911749244074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3932441911749244074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3932441911749244074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-you-felt-loved-today.html' title='Have you felt loved today?'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2089892243341244400</id><published>2008-08-11T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:49:30.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day</title><content type='html'>Went to East Coast Park today with the gang, it was so fun. I finally tried inline skate after like more than 10+years since I last played with it. While the rest rented a bicycle, Walter brought his own skates. Your precious looks cool walter, but don't worry about the scratches. It shows that you have being giving your love :)  Oh ya, Jason's first experience with inline skate was damn funny! Can laugh until cry man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a big and ugly fall while trying to learn T-brake at a faster speed. It was damn embarrssing  as I fall behind  and landed on my butt. An ang moh couple saw it and asked if I'm ok. While replying them, I tried to get up again and had another fall. Both of them must have LOLed at me. Got scratches on my elbow and knee part, the flesh on my left elbow was burned by the heavy impact + dragging on the rough road. Well, at least I gotten abit of the technique of T-brake. And so we had fun until evening and got myself a sunburn! Hope today I can sleep early due to the tiredness. It's been very long since I exercise, got to do it regularly if not bones really old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVpwuNoPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LU2lji-ZCNU/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVpwuNoPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LU2lji-ZCNU/s320/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233276942946246898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're resting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVrFSzRII/AAAAAAAAAFw/6dwBCQn6gGM/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVrFSzRII/AAAAAAAAAFw/6dwBCQn6gGM/s320/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233276965648286850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea where this place is, but it's damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVth_rRRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ygCZPJwu5-U/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVth_rRRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ygCZPJwu5-U/s320/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233277007712437522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have a long scope to take a full view of this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVuFZIxqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0VLxl8a4U_0/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVuFZIxqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0VLxl8a4U_0/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233277017214469794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVuQiHs3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZeonoFPw61Y/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVuQiHs3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZeonoFPw61Y/s320/DSC00131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233277020204938098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah glad that we came to this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBdjNjpRDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jcKvugInGLM/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBdjNjpRDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jcKvugInGLM/s320/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233285626520486962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cndJmp_Ff5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cndJmp_Ff5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's 2nd attempt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-2089892243341244400?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2089892243341244400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=2089892243341244400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2089892243341244400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2089892243341244400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-day.html' title='Fun day'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SKBVpwuNoPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LU2lji-ZCNU/s72-c/DSC00128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-9170471626899061909</id><published>2008-08-10T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:09:42.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>Recently I find it hard for me to get up once again. Being depressed for 3 weeks+ already and still going strong. I would just play game whole day to numb myself and drain myself until 3am+ then finally able to sleep. Having late meals and rejecting friend's invitations is my routine now. Although I know I shouldn't be like this, but I just don't have the mood to do anything. If this is what she wanted to see me in, then she has succeeded. And why am I still miss her when she treated me like an enemy overnight? And what I expect has really happened, this might be the first step to what will really happen to her in future. Keeping secret but cannot tell is really uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried sleeping early at 2am today, but I just can't sleep. And suddenly I heard the sound of my keys moving at about 3am+..holy ****....depressed can attract good brothers also?? NDP or Olympic both I didn't watch, totally no mood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-9170471626899061909?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/9170471626899061909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=9170471626899061909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9170471626899061909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9170471626899061909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-561855945844138868</id><published>2008-08-08T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:43:56.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most</title><content type='html'>An online friend of mine taught me a faster way to totally forget someone. Burn the photos, delete contact number in hp, delete contact in msn, delete contact in friendster/facebook. But I just don't have the heart to do so. After all, we can still be friends after like 3-5yrs time when she stop treating me like an enemy. Today, I finally found the courage to take out our photo in my wallet. I cried when I see the photo, couldn't help it although I expected it to happen. She looks much innocent when I saw the pic which we took during the 1st month, but now...So I put the photo into the envelope together with our other photos. I just had to look at all the photo we took in the past. I realized she looks cute and pretty in the photo actually...but oh well, she's not mine now anyway. And so I cried again. Sadly, I don't know why, but I kept wanting to look at the photos now..human is just so "jian" sometimes. Obviously didn't want but somehow in the heart keep wanting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, after 3 weeks and it still hurts like it was in the first week. I remembered someone told me that his ex gf suddenly unblock him in msn after 1yr of break up. The girl send him a song and continued block him after it send finished. Leona Lewis, Better In Time. Go google for the lyrics and you know why the girl send him this song. I've been listening to it since this friend send it to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-561855945844138868?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/561855945844138868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=561855945844138868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/561855945844138868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/561855945844138868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-hurts-most.html' title='What hurts the most'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-3584366473316729672</id><published>2008-08-07T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:30:31.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbearable emotion of indecisive</title><content type='html'>It's weird that I can learn new things regarding r/s everyday. Seems like r/s is deeper than any qualifications out there. Before today, I kept denying that love is blind. But after I got to found out something, I finally accept the cruel fact that love is blind. Basically did nothing the whole, waiting for the feeling of emo to sets in. There's something that I kept in me which I don't know what to do. I felt like a bastard if I don't warn my love one. But once again, love is blind. I'm afraid that black can become white and I will be seen as the "xiao ren". To risk letting her get hurt and lost everything, or be a "xiao ren"? I'm really confused and not sure what should I do. Just can't seems to let it go..If something really happened, I will be directly responsible for not warning in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my club president also going thru a tough time now..haiz..well, jia you to both of us and don't you hurt yourself again ok? Give some rest to yourself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-3584366473316729672?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/3584366473316729672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=3584366473316729672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3584366473316729672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3584366473316729672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/unbearable-emotion-of-indecisive.html' title='Unbearable emotion of indecisive'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-3930542083774479300</id><published>2008-08-06T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:59:35.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully Charged II !!</title><content type='html'>Today I was supposed to meet the gang at Bugis. But due to my friend need help in project, I had to stay at home awhile to help. Then after everything done, its quite late to go down and meet them. So I stayed home until its time to meet them for Jen's dance performance, Fully Charged II. The final performance of the night is Percussion, very nice. Glad that I came to watch. Videos uploaded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJnaLW32i1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lwCFKNXBIq4/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJnaLW32i1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lwCFKNXBIq4/s320/DSC00093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231452330820799314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to snap a pic with Jen in it..but great performance Jen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJnaLtJWVpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/esMudiM3s60/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJnaLtJWVpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/esMudiM3s60/s320/DSC00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231452336799766162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percussion. Love this performance man. Those people behind makes the sound very nice. Especially the "dua lp" haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJnaLwDtrSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iUDyq9DxiU4/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJnaLwDtrSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iUDyq9DxiU4/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231452337581436194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last part where all the dancers and performers come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1N4jBOlfFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1N4jBOlfFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen's first dance. Can't capture well due to the lightings and no flash allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw5jq2k-xgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw5jq2k-xgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second dance. Turn your volume high abit for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Love is when u take away the feeling, the passion, n the romance in a relationship...but find that u still care for the person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Liking is an emotion , Love is a commitment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;People who really love each other are not afraid to reveal themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;If you wish to be loved, show more of your faults than your virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is very true..so people, if you think that your partner has got many flaws. It's becos they love you thats why they reveal their true self to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&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/35420465-3930542083774479300?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/3930542083774479300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=3930542083774479300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3930542083774479300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/3930542083774479300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/fully-charged-ii.html' title='Fully Charged II !!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJnaLW32i1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lwCFKNXBIq4/s72-c/DSC00093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8993567934810545855</id><published>2008-08-05T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:20:40.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring during the day, fun during the night</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning and find that my life now is very boring. So as usual, turn on my laptop and surf net mindlessly. And seems like I'm not the only one who find that tuesday is very boring. So the gang decided to watch movie in the evening. We wanted to watch "Money not enough 2" at 6.30pm. But due to the long queue, we watch the show at 7.15pm while we went to eat dinner first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started off well with the hokkien version of one of our Singapore song. There are alot of scenes where it could bring smile but not much that I can laugh until peng. And most of the lines are in hokkien, I had to read the subtitle to understand what they were saying. But surprisingly, I drop my tears 2 times for this movie. One is the part where Mark Lee went to visit his wife in jail. Mark Lee didn't appreciate his wife and took her for granted, and yet his wife landed in jail just to help him. This reminds me of how I treat my ex, so this part I drop my tears together with Mark Lee. The other part is where their mother sacrificed herself to save Jack Neo's daughter. Ok, got to give Jack Neo credits for hitting my weak spot haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to buy drinks and chit chat near the MRT. Something happened to xp suddenly that got me shocked for a moment. Still can't forget the scene haha..sorry xp, your brainwash spell need some time to take effect on me :) okok got to praise her for being calm haha. And we went home after this..Maybe ignorance is really a bless, now I'm abit confused of what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8993567934810545855?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8993567934810545855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8993567934810545855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8993567934810545855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8993567934810545855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/boring-during-day-fun-during-night.html' title='Boring during the day, fun during the night'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-4310849988198345751</id><published>2008-08-04T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:56:57.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin about a useless guy that almost doom us</title><content type='html'>Finally the presentation for the last project is finished. I've been fighting this battle non-stop since sunday after meeting my ex and the 3pt. As usual, Chris and von is late, so mh and I had to go see the sick rat's face early without waiting for them. As expected, the website is very poorly done..In fact, nothing was change since I saw it during the Entr's presentation. So this time, I not only got backstabbed pwned by this sick rat, I'm also going to fail the module becos of 'it' (Yes I see him as an animal). Didn't wanted to talk to an animal, but what mh said is correct. I had to lower my status and ask him about the coding becos I have to be fair to my team members also. And so both of us left the place and went to Adrian's house. Important decision has to be made. Use the low standard website and risk fail, or redo the thing. Many suggested redo, and so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a backend has to be done. After getting help from Jen and Adrian, a very simple backend is done before we left Adrian's house for dinner. Next, got to redo the google map. It's only until I reached home at 9+pm then i started doing it. There are only 2 things in my mind that helped me fight this battle to the end. 1) All members depends on this to pass   2) I must prove that I can do this better than the sick rat, since he cannot handle it. For a moment, I almost couldn't continue becos my ex ignored me and don't tell me regarding the database part. Why am I been nice to let her know that I will redo the map and that means their effort will be wasted? And so while I'm doing this, mh are doing the report and Adrian are helping me solve the duplication problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..database got problem just before our presentation. Luckily managed to solve it. And so we went for the presentation and got shot in many areas. Well, at least its better than using the lousy website and fail. Stayed in the room and play around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJcFUiMk5gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YEHYKZlYrl4/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJcFUiMk5gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YEHYKZlYrl4/s320/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230655342549198338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy seems cool about taking pic with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJcFVNYWEaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/drqZ4ArqeNw/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJcFVNYWEaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/drqZ4ArqeNw/s320/DSC00076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230655354141282722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happen after that..too high liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stayed in school for awhile before going back home for an afternoon nap. Haiz, dream of my ex again. How I wish that the dream is reality, and reality is dream. Haiz still feel heartache when she keep coughing. After this whole incident, guys, really, if you can't do what you promised, then don't promise it. Don't be like that sick rat, bullshit until he so pro so that he can steal my girl. At least now I see thru that he is just a bulltalker, and he always will be. Working on the website for weeks and produced something that a sec sch kids can do? Please la, never see such a useless, big cannon, sick, and backstabber before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-4310849988198345751?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4310849988198345751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=4310849988198345751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4310849988198345751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4310849988198345751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloggin-about-useless-guy-that-almost.html' title='Bloggin about a useless guy that almost doom us'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJcFUiMk5gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YEHYKZlYrl4/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8515551207438046076</id><published>2008-08-03T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:36:58.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Sat</title><content type='html'>Finally left one more presentation to go..Almost let my anger and hatred ran wild, but luckily still can manage it. Always had last min things come up before presentation zz..First, I came early becos someone asked me to, in the end, someone was late and alot of things had to settle infront of the judges. Second, someone accused me of not telling her some important things which I actually did. Had to say that the google map is really not what I expected, I can do better if someone just told me earlier that someone cannot handle it. Oh well, we will see. After the presentation we went to AMK Mac to meet the other group who was presenting in the competition. Then went home for awhile and prepare to go xp's house for report. What left now is to finish the report and all the projects for this sem is done after monday's presentation. Zzz everything don't let me know, keep so secret for what? Report need the information also don't let me know zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJSYB7nHSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qhl9wlSak5k/s1600-h/DSC03751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJSYB7nHSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qhl9wlSak5k/s320/DSC03751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229972226233027202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group member. Minus one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJSYCFwcYQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/49aWNJi-tw8/s1600-h/DSC03752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJSYCFwcYQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/49aWNJi-tw8/s320/DSC03752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229972228956512514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJSYBtuNYhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HaRUHZLR1o8/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJSYBtuNYhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HaRUHZLR1o8/s320/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229972222504690194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this bai chi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8515551207438046076?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8515551207438046076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8515551207438046076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8515551207438046076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8515551207438046076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-sat.html' title='Busy Sat'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJSYB7nHSoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qhl9wlSak5k/s72-c/DSC03751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-4119222142144210650</id><published>2008-08-01T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:22:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty feeling of the day Part 2</title><content type='html'>Been doing nothing the whole day. After my late lunch, finally something for me to do...but it wasn't much that can occupy myself. Surf some forum, talk to people in msn, surf friendster...wasted my time until 9+ then start cooking instant noodle. Totally no mood to walk out and buy a decent food. Tomorrow early morning got to reach school at 9am+ for ED day presentation. Went out to get mh's admin card from xp just now, at least I got to go out for today lol. Wow below the block is really in a mess with all the offerings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop listening to love song, especially those that reflects my current feelings. Keep thinking of the lyrics now. Well, Sith or Jedi tomorrow...hope it will went smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-4119222142144210650?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4119222142144210650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=4119222142144210650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4119222142144210650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4119222142144210650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/empty-feeling-of-day-part-2.html' title='Empty feeling of the day Part 2'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8165750545440389769</id><published>2008-08-01T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:44:18.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty feeling of the day Part 1</title><content type='html'>Supposed to watch movie with them today, but it was canceled last min. So I woke up feeling very empty and rot on the bed for an hour before getting up.  And I switch on my laptop hoping that I can start on some parts of the report. Looking at the report format, I realized that I need to see the website to start doing it..so I rot infront of com mindlessly again.. And so I'm too free to write blog even though tomorrow is the ED day. And it also means tomorrow might be the day my hatred erupts again. Emo the moment I woke up today really doesn't felt good..Since it's early now, I will just update the first half of my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8165750545440389769?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8165750545440389769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8165750545440389769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8165750545440389769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8165750545440389769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/08/empty-feeling-of-day-part-1.html' title='Empty feeling of the day Part 1'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5610420935477352403</id><published>2008-07-31T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:10:36.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sith or Jedi?</title><content type='html'>Stayed in school's Mac until 8+pm yesterday to do IM report. Think I've gotten used to doing projects just few hours before the final presentation. After this, I went back home to continue do. I bought my first meal of the day near my house before I went home. When I came home, my dad told me he bought satay for me..oh well, guess I will be wasting my dinner away since I had to eat what my dad brought first. What happened during the day I shall not talk about it. Just feel that I'm being kaypo by helping someone who are inconsiderate. And well, what's there to show off about something nice that you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJHDUuzcUJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mPYnnVF_2H8/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJHDUuzcUJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mPYnnVF_2H8/s320/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229175403282452626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the hardworkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJHE0lspWBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Qek6uFThN7s/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJHE0lspWBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Qek6uFThN7s/s320/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229177050105468946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This guy apparently was shaking his body mindlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at this moment actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJHHFq__9hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/e60wSrROsl4/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJHHFq__9hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/e60wSrROsl4/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229179542609851922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This guy should do something instead of edmw..gonna get scolding from lady boss haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today's presentation finally over. One down, 2 more left. Now got to improve our entre ppt and start doing EAIPJ report. Speaking about EAIPJ..sigh..Projects aside, tonight is the first night of 7th month. Should I still bring my pet out for a late night walk? Glad to know that I have a fanclub now whahah...Gonna dedicate my thanks to the club president who are "Incorruptible"!&lt;br /&gt;Will I become a Sith or Jedi in the next few day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5610420935477352403?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5610420935477352403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5610420935477352403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5610420935477352403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5610420935477352403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/sith-or-jedi.html' title='Sith or Jedi?'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SJHDUuzcUJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mPYnnVF_2H8/s72-c/DSC00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8789785933139304616</id><published>2008-07-28T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:21:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma?</title><content type='html'>Do you believe there is karma in relationship? Third party, two timer, heart breaker ect..Will there be a retribution for them in their relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is, what will be the retribution for a third party who lie, act nice infront and backstab behind, intentionally trying to get close to other person's gf behind while offers to help that person infront, intentionally encourage the girl to break up with bf and  intentionally steal away the girl without feeling guilty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is, what will be the retribution for a girl who lie, always took back her words, intentionally avoid, betrayed, and purposely give problem to her ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe in it until I've seen it. At least I have my own policy when it comes to relationship now. It's a full page long of positive and negative  rules, so I won't type it here..But one of the negative rule is "You can trust your lover, but you must suspect and be alert of her surroundings". If anyone tell me that love is all about trust, I would tell that person to go love a monkey. I'm in this state now because I put so much trust in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8789785933139304616?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8789785933139304616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8789785933139304616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8789785933139304616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8789785933139304616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/karma.html' title='Karma?'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5086363288856888583</id><published>2008-07-27T01:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:39:15.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger leads to nothing</title><content type='html'>Stumbled upon a forum regarding relationship and found some of the post very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is compatible then? Everyone is different, each with own unique character and thinking. It still a matter of how both solve things together, understand each other, have mutual respect for each other. If he or she is the truly one for u, no matter how hard the thing is, both will solve together, not running away, stating incompatible character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"once decide to be together, you both have to learn to be tolerate each of their flaws. not to use this as an excuse to breakup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone thinks this way, there won't be a chance for farkers who likes to be third party to succeed. At least for me. But I had to admit my mistake too..for not being caring and trusted a two face. No doubt I had a small hatred in my heart, but I kept telling myself that this is a valuable yet not needed experience. Learn from this lor..People want to scheme and plot against me, blame myself for being simple and naive ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm too "zhong gan qing" ba...That's why the pain is so pain. I still don't dare to take out our pic in my wallet yet. Being trying to give myself a reason and courage to do so. kay oh ar? Really poor choice of word..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5086363288856888583?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5086363288856888583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5086363288856888583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5086363288856888583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5086363288856888583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/anger-leads-to-nothing.html' title='Anger leads to nothing'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-9026575595644710529</id><published>2008-07-26T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:31:29.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling empty</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up quite late at 11+am as I was playing Patapon until 3am+. Yes, when you're down, you tend to try something you won't previously. Then I started doing my project. It's sad that I can almost see myself repeating this module...Left one more week and I can't get it work. Whole project is not even 55% complete. If I really repeat this module, mainly is because I trusted wrong people..again. I need a break from all of these unhappy things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to recontract my hp plan and bought a new phone. One I had been eyeing on it but no money to buy. Luckily, there's promotion and the phone cost cheaper..just a little bit. So what for buy a $0 hp when theres no one to wake my senses up. And actually, there is no point for getting this camera phone now. The only reason I want to get a camera phone is to take more memorable and better pic with my love one..so no point now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SIr6mjIXpXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7LpxTR_-jzo/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SIr6mjIXpXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7LpxTR_-jzo/s200/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227265857689199986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"To love someone deeply gives u strength.Being loved by someone deeply gives u courage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This quote is damn right for me...After being single again, I found that I do not have the courage to do things now. And I don't feel the motivation to things also. My dinner will be instant noodle..got to earn some money now..Overall, today is a boring day. Don't feel like going out although my friend asked me. I wanna get busy again with a gf, hate this empty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/35420465-9026575595644710529?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/9026575595644710529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=9026575595644710529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9026575595644710529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/9026575595644710529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-empty.html' title='Feeling empty'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4gGUjItTob0/SIr6mjIXpXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7LpxTR_-jzo/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-6193790394508785080</id><published>2008-07-26T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:03:25.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll make this pain disappear!</title><content type='html'>The Java test on thursday was a disaster,  I skipped a total of 25 marks undo.  Hope I can pass this module overall.. Had a fun and relax night with few of my classmates, thanks everyone. First time I had a full dinner since last week..really thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder break up = enemy? Why she always took back her words? Well, it was sad that I had to be the target for someone's hatred. But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally able to watch "The Dark Knight" today with 2 of my classmates. It was an excellent movie and I had to pay my sincere tribute to Heath Ledger (Joker). After that I went home and change and went for an emo walk near my house. Walk pass a couple and the feeling of emo is even stronger..Will I ever find another love that last? Fairy tale or reality thoughts? I'm not sure. But I sure I'm not making the same mistake. Why...so...serious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-6193790394508785080?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/6193790394508785080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=6193790394508785080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6193790394508785080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/6193790394508785080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-make-this-pain-disappear.html' title='I&apos;ll make this pain disappear!'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-8638966960643125928</id><published>2008-07-23T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:40:54.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day supposed to be happy, is empty now</title><content type='html'>Went to tekong BMTC for a module trip today. She didn't come today because she is still sick. Kinda expected it actually. Today's trip is fun and it brings back memories for me. If we are still together, I would tell her which are the things I had fun, and which are the things I used to do in the camp. Coincidently, one of the station we visited is my company. After 2yrs, I went back to visit the toilet that i cleaned, the room that i sleep, and the lounge that I relax. Really brings back memories. Really wish she is with me..Well, seems like she's having fun everyday outside till late..is it my fault that I send her home early so her mum won't worry? If she could just come and tell me, "Don't worry, I know what is right and what is wrong.", I would feel better and not worry about her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is java test already and I didn't study at all until now..The last part of the module is very stranger to me...I don't remember studying it. Today supposed to be a happy day, but it was wasted..if only cruel fact is nothing but a dream..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-8638966960643125928?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/8638966960643125928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=8638966960643125928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8638966960643125928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/8638966960643125928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-supposed-to-be-happy-is-empty-now.html' title='A day supposed to be happy, is empty now'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1202858546596533041</id><published>2008-07-22T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:26:39.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling never fade</title><content type='html'>Somehow I just felt that she still hate and scared me that she avoid and stay afew steps distant from me. Even asking school related things also tried to avoid me. It hurts that even friend also cannot be..Now, I have to get used to using this words "ex" when referring to her..No more "gf"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, its the 4th day since I realized that she seriously wants to break up. But whenever I'm eating, I will worry about her whether she ate already or not..putting one more mouthful of food in my mouth will let me feel guilty..that's why I rather not eat than waste the food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She skip lesson today..She don't do this last time. Is it because she trying to avoid me, or the power of new love made her open up? She kept saying  I don't treasure the chance she gave me, but when I want to treasure, she took it back..To me, I noticed changes in her. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have phobia going to places where we went and had laughter before? I really worried..I'm always miss her, I wonder if she miss me too..Night time is coming, time for my qing hua poison to start kicking. Java test? Too pain to even study now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1202858546596533041?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1202858546596533041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1202858546596533041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1202858546596533041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1202858546596533041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-never-fade.html' title='Feeling never fade'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5296989279528247464</id><published>2008-07-21T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:37:06.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time can't erase the feeling this strong"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, my team was rushing our financial report. Because ph was so sick that she had to hand all the left over parts to another girl. It is rare for her to sick until she had to sleep with so much unfinished things. If it was last time, I would probably ask her to rest early and not stretch herself until she really cannot take it. Well, I can only feel heartache and wished she will recover after waking up. It seems that she looks fine when I saw her today. Its enough for me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So left the 3 of us rushing..and then 2 of us. Time past very fast and next, I could hear the national anthem on the radio. Yea 6am already. Looking at our report, if we give up, whole team will suffer. So with our 15% brain power, we managed to finished it with our eyes barely open. Thanks mh, for finishing this battle with me. Now left ppt..heck, just leave it to the girls. So after burning into CD and emailing the latest report + ppt to the girls, I was granted an hour of sleep until 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was happy to see someone sms me to support me after i woke up. Thanks. Let me count how many times my tears roll out in school today..once in lec hall, thrice in class, once while eating half way. Yea, you know why class has got the highest number of times. Please at least be consideration when I'm there...Glad that I have friends who comforted me, really thanks alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went home to sleep. But the moment I woke up, the emptiness feeling come and followed by the painful memories where it was once sweet. Seriously when will I stop crying and ect.."Time can't erase the feeling this strong", feel so pain when I sing this lyrics of the song to her. Now, When people ask me if I'm ok or not, I don't how to reply..I don't want to lie, but I don't want others to worry about me..I can only smile and nod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to add on that recently I kept thinking why am I the only one having these pain..But if I think in another angle, I rather I suffer this pain than she suffer. This reason will help me not to worry about her now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Java test is coming, Java presentation tomorrow, IM ICA3 this week..hold on tight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5296989279528247464?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5296989279528247464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5296989279528247464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5296989279528247464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5296989279528247464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-cant-erase-feeling-this-strong.html' title='&quot;Time can&apos;t erase the feeling this strong&quot;'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5008873991045628399</id><published>2008-07-20T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:19:52.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain is unbearable..too much</title><content type='html'>No choice have to come here and talk to myself again...I have to find something to occupy myself. Projects and study for test does not work...I just don't feel like touching them now.  The Qing Hua keep reacting 24/7 every sec...Think of it, these few days I save alot of money. I one day eat one meal, less than 10 mouthful. I'm not torturing myself, its just that I don't feel like eating. I even vomited while crying quite often. Now, I got phobia of trusting guy, and got phobia of eating sushi hahaa...I don't want to cry while eating sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is like a part of me now. But I don't feel numb, the pain is still very much fresh to me. I talked to people, some said it takes 1-2 days to heal. And the other said 3yrs...I already reserved a place in my heart for her waiting, I wonder how many years I have to bear this pain until she come back to me..If she doesn't, I don't dare to think now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this retribution for not caring my gf? This punishment is like throwing me into hell and burn until further notice. She have a happy life now, what about me? Guess I deserve it like what she said. Whats the point now...live with the pain delson, may the eternal pain consume your soul, until this world sets you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwahahah....I joined the depression club, I quit. Then I join the emo club, I want to quit, but can't get out. One of them told me that there is a cycle in r/s. First 3 months is like honeymoon, after that tired liao and its not honeymoon. Then 3rd cycle will fight and wanna break. Next cycle is start over to know each other. Last cycle is patch back. How come mine broke just before the last cycle? I know why. Too painful to even type out and see the words myself...Stay sane delson...don't let the pain consume your sanity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5008873991045628399?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5008873991045628399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5008873991045628399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5008873991045628399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5008873991045628399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/pain-is-unbearabletoo-much.html' title='The pain is unbearable..too much'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-2281786381753019640</id><published>2008-07-20T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:44:22.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth consume my soul</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally confirm. Another matter is, today she really totally gave up. Hmmm 2yrs r/s, how come so easy? I mean, I'm not someone who will beat gf, smoke, drink, flirt. Anything apart from this still can give last chance to change ba..Today saw her laughing with someone, I think she don't feel that much pain now. I will try to accept the fact, although it is very painful..I don't know if I could survive when sky turns dark, when I am alone, when I saw other couple. People said time can heal, but I hold on to my words that I said to her. "You will always be my first and my last gf, even the first and last wife". Time won't heal completely, perm scars is just a time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's very drama, I now know that guy can act good infront of you, but backstab you actually. Not even once in my life I felt this pain...oh god..this is like the qing hua poison in Condor Hero. My effort gone when she change her hearts and took back her words that i'm allow to woo her. This, I feel so painful...tiny chance also gone..I practice audition dance move this morning, want to fulfill a promise in her blog, and hope to make her happy. but it all end too quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, even if I want to remain as friend, I doubt she will want now. Nevertheless, I once said I will wait for her, I will hold on to this words I said. If one day, she is not with him, if one day, she is tired of being single, if one day, she decides to love me again, I WILL GLADLY OPEN MY ARMS AND EMBRACE HER ONCE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, let her be with the one she thinks is suitable. Got to admit, the way she treat him now is the way she treat me, I feel jealous and can't help but to ask why?? To anyone reading this post, let me tell u. My biggest mistake in life is never treat my gf nice, and trust the wrong guy.  Haiz, I hope my next post is a happy one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-2281786381753019640?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/2281786381753019640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=2281786381753019640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2281786381753019640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/2281786381753019640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/truth-consume-my-soul.html' title='Truth consume my soul'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1376451129731877303</id><published>2008-07-19T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:51:19.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful..and I regret</title><content type='html'>Recently is really a big impact to me...My gf break up with me..I shall not talk much about this as it is very complicated. What I want to do now is to woo her back. It is really very painful when shes not with me..this pain is words also can't express. I am really worried and scared that she really leave me forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting our past when we were together, I realized that I could have care and concern her the right way..If god give me a chance to be with her, I would cherish her this time. Why only when she left me, then I start to panic and miss her..I am very caring and treated her very well during the first month...If only there is a tiny small chance in this world that I can be with her again, I treat her just like our first month. I guess after this thing, I finally wake up after a long stupid ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I stop being depressed, but the pain still linger on..I had no idea how to stop this pain. When she SMS me now, I feel happy that I can see her response to me. When she MSN me, I'm happy just by looking at the text she send. I hope she will see my effort and come back to me again...The blog sub title really reflects my feelings now..so coincident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the website u send me last time. And these words that u said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="style1"&gt;"And no matter what obstacles we meet in the future... I hope we will over come them de... jia you!!! =)"&lt;/h3&gt;I will jia you de!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1376451129731877303?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1376451129731877303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1376451129731877303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1376451129731877303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1376451129731877303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/painfuland-i-regret.html' title='Painful..and I regret'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-5625926554028915161</id><published>2008-07-17T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:04:50.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress onto stress. Not even the closest one understand it</title><content type='html'>Have been very stress since first week of school open. Projects after projects. I tried to do well in every project, but I have limit. Stress up by projects, and surprisingly, no one understand the emotions i went thru this 3 months. Not even the one closest to me. Ever since the pace of projects went in the wrong way, I couldn't sleep well everynight. Not to mention I feel very tired easily no matter how many hrs i slept. Yea, white hair started to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong? At first, our progress went smoothly. Then as time pass, the issue i fear has happened. Other matter, why would someone throw rocks at someone who fallen into a pit? Has all this projects not enough to torture me? Why must add pain to me when I'm most vulnerable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, no one has appreciate what I've done. I wonder why. I've done alot, I've care, why still unhappy things happened to me? I just want someone to understand me, and do things according to what he/she knows about me. Am I being sissy? Why other guys can be "man", I cannot? I demand an explanation, but I'm always the one suffer. Yes, I can get depressed easily, why no one understand this also? Just once also cannot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I cannot live a normal life like my friends? Why I'm so stupid to study ITE? Why I cannot follow the flow? All this is fate? Then I'm fated to be useless. What's the use of having good results in school, when come out, all is same. Why cannot get into competition so that I can build my resume and find the job i want? Why must I be poor? All problem started with not enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of writing report, doing presentation, study for exam? In the end, I also cannot get what I want. When I feel contended, always got people want to destroy my peaceful life. I just want a peaceful relationship, why someone just don't understand? Why put more stress on me when I'm already stressed up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-5625926554028915161?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/5625926554028915161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=5625926554028915161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5625926554028915161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/5625926554028915161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2008/07/stress-onto-stress-not-even-closest-one.html' title='Stress onto stress. Not even the closest one understand it'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-1053616003462342502</id><published>2007-08-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:16:35.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Paper</title><content type='html'>Finally the long waited exam has begun. Only had less than 5 hours of sleep last night due to my sister's friends shouting in the middle of the night. Then my brain was not resting through out the sleep, I was in half awake state and keep thinking of finance formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 10mins reading time, I glance thru the paper and thought I could do very well. But when I actually do it, my confident level keep dropping. Somehow, I keep thinking that the paper was 2hrs. So I was taking my sweet time to do the question. But I still leave a few uncertain question to do it when I finish all the question first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time was 9.50am, I'm doing the last question and thought that the end time is 10.30am. Then the lecturer announced that we got 10mins more. I got a fucking shock! I still haven't do the question I left unfinished before, and theres 1 question I need to double check and re-do. So god damn I rush it thru quickly, somehow able to finish what I want in the last 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, I went back home and took a 3hrs nap before studying for tomorrow's IPnet paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-1053616003462342502?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/1053616003462342502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=1053616003462342502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1053616003462342502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/1053616003462342502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-paper.html' title='First Paper'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420465.post-4325602839157591716</id><published>2007-08-19T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:50:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More good years ahead</title><content type='html'>Watched the National Day Rally speech. Seems like there will be a bright future for Singapore. After watching the speech, it finally get me to realize one thing. That is, we can forget about retiring early and go oversea for holiday then enjoy life till  we die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420465-4325602839157591716?l=serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/feeds/4325602839157591716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420465&amp;postID=4325602839157591716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4325602839157591716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420465/posts/default/4325602839157591716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity-delsensation.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-good-years-ahead.html' title='More good years ahead'/><author><name>Delson Cullen Button</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17595676038902672416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y118/DelChan/Image00001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
