<?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-2076707640990001084</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:13:43.780+08:00</updated><category term='Myself'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>David Alvis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>362</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2649770384610116911</id><published>2010-10-24T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:05:35.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, but not Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://luminousinspiration.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/lonely-luminous-inspirations.jpg" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely, but I am not alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it hard to connect to people, most of the time. However, as I know myself better, I come to realize that I actually don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either in my nature, or I am used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I am not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2649770384610116911?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2649770384610116911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2649770384610116911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/10/lonely-but-not-alone.html' title='Lonely, but not Alone'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-7888869258807637131</id><published>2010-10-03T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:09:01.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.singaporesports.sg/Portals/0/Tri-Factor%20Series.JPG" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong currents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got into collision X 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramps on both quadriceps X 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to cramping when crossing finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramp again after finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tri-ed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-7888869258807637131?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7888869258807637131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7888869258807637131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/10/tri-ed.html' title='Tri-ed'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-7207967639776408864</id><published>2010-10-01T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:45:19.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Happy</title><content type='html'>For friends who know about my recent situation, I accepted a job offered by NtXXXXtXr, and starts my first day of 3 months of probation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my day ended up getting my contract terminated, not because of my work attitude or my inadequate skill sets. It's because of my colour deficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I blamed is myself for not asking the doctor to slow down on the Ishihara Test during pre-employment check-up. I skipped 2 numbers when I can actually "see" them. The outcome is that my colour vision deems me unfit for the job. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am back in unemployment sector, I starts sending out resumes, ringing job agents to assist me in my job hunt, and somehow I got this feeling that my colour deficiency is obstructing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am choosy on my part, rejecting jobs that are too far or too "lowly-paid". I start to ponder what I really wants? Is it the money, or the job experiences that I can proudly put in my resume in the future. Am I going to work temporary or work full-time while pursuing ACCA part-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my fellow peers who are studying now, in local universities, private instuitions, or overseas colleges. They are whining on how difficult the assignments and exams were. Little they know there's people like me who would like to be in their shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the remaining of my peers who are not studying. They found a job and is having a stable income, having buying power that I am currently lack of and I would need it desperately soon. This shaken me badly, and I lost focus on whether I want to work for money or for ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-7207967639776408864?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7207967639776408864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7207967639776408864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-happy.html' title='Not Happy'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-424061953034504932</id><published>2010-10-01T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:29:38.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of the 5 Headdresses</title><content type='html'>Pulled out the previous 2 blog posts regarding my NSF experiences. I find that it's not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters are what I have gone through, and what I have learnt from it. Meanwhile, I will try not to be ashamed of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who get the chance to wear 5 different headdresses during his NSF days, and get a chance to experience different vocations, in different perspectives, picking up different skill sets, and get to know people from all walks of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess enough is enough. I shall put a stop to this and embrace what is ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-424061953034504932?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/424061953034504932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/424061953034504932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/10/journey-of-5-headdresses.html' title='Journey of the 5 Headdresses'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-5198940154144323672</id><published>2010-09-07T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:01:39.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mottos</title><content type='html'>Training to last, not to be last.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly, but surely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-5198940154144323672?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5198940154144323672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5198940154144323672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-mottos.html' title='My Mottos'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4443431231836161682</id><published>2010-09-03T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:59:21.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Belong?</title><content type='html'>Feeling emotional after looking at Terry's Certificate of Service, though it's not the first time I feel this way. It's a similar feeling when I met the 91st recently and they were talking about their CoS and their potential NS PTI issues. I felt so lost. Now I am looking at Maju's PTIs' happy faces, I can feel my green horns growing out. Being able to work with comrades sharing similar background, and to joke and laugh over even the smallest issue it might be. I really envy my fellow course-mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never expect my NS route to be like a roller-coaster ride, or expect myself to OOC, twice. At every phrases of my NS life when I had adjusted myself, and beginning to "enjoy" and build bonds with people around me, I am forced to change my environment. It's hard to start afresh, when I am not very sociable by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh David, you have finally settled down," was what ZH said to me when I saw him coincidentally during Dental FFI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That short comment, had made an impact within me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I really settled down? Is CP MC where I "belong"? Or CP MC is simply an interchange, since I have to board the other train into the Civilian soon, very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid. I am scared that my CoS is either too empty, or too long. Empty because I have been floating around, or too long because of the detailed descriptions of where I have been to. Either way, I am ashamed of the route I have taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This roller-coaster ride has also made my ORD seems unreal. Fellow Medic course-mates are posted into individual units only recently and to ORD one year later, yet I am in the process of doing the out-processing. I really wonder if my NSF liability has come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. I have been thinking too much. I am making myself confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the (potential) answer is obvious, but "theory" is different from "practical".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, is where your heart is. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/429835231_fd55a881ed.jpg" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4443431231836161682?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4443431231836161682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4443431231836161682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-do-i-belong.html' title='Where Do I Belong?'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/429835231_fd55a881ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2812569207840080945</id><published>2010-08-22T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:07:55.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vexed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bt2QZXjgzAA/SLZZlX7nyoI/AAAAAAAACtQ/_ucFVHznv5Q/s400/Vexed_by_yiruism.jpg" class="photo" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2812569207840080945?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2812569207840080945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2812569207840080945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/08/vexed.html' title='Vexed'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bt2QZXjgzAA/SLZZlX7nyoI/AAAAAAAACtQ/_ucFVHznv5Q/s72-c/Vexed_by_yiruism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4445344986270199026</id><published>2010-08-15T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:23:43.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonds</title><content type='html'>It has been weeks since I last wrote a post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it's a good sign, since most of the time this space here is filled with my frustration and vengeance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life goes on as usual. Nothing can stop the world from spinning, Nobody can resist the flow of Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet up with Jac &amp;amp; LN, Ong and ZJ at Pitstop. It seems like yesterday to me since I last meet all of them, which is actually last year on LN 21st. Time flies indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ong and ZJ had ORD-ed for a few months already. Ong is going back to school, while ZJ started his degree programme in SIM RMIT and is now on assignment break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing them reminds me that I am going to be jobless in weeks to come. +1 on my worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a nice catch-up session, and it's supposed to be my virgin kite-flying experience but I postponed it because of the supposed bad weather, which never happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met with Edmund and Kendrick for dinner. Edmund looked fairer and the recent lack of exercise seems to have put a little toll on his weight. Kendrick looks the same as I last saw him on his birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to thank Edmund, Kendrick, Nicholas, Keith and Bennett for the gift. I was surprised when Kendrick took out the package and put it in front of me. Not used to celebrating birthday after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another nice catch-up session with them, though "It" is still bothering me to some extent, but the smile on their face, the laughter that we shared, my mood has lighten and I haven't felt more cheerful since a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting two groups of close friends in a day, I would say it's tiring. Pretty rush here and there, but I am glad I met them today. It's frightening to remember collectively together the last time we gathered together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really enjoyed the moments of bonding and sharing. For people like me, who connect slowly, and disconnect at lightning speed, I am really relieved that my friends haven't forget about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older we get, the lesser time we can spare for ourselves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to attend more gatherings and organise more outings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, better turn up for gatherings, especially those organised by me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4445344986270199026?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4445344986270199026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4445344986270199026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/08/bonds.html' title='Bonds'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-5430409179004845527</id><published>2010-07-24T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:50:57.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adidas.com/product_images/P42267_F_p2.png" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFB TRACK TOP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adidas.com/product_images/E82979_F_p2.png" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREDATOR STYLE UCL WOVEN JACKET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adidas.com/product_images/P45911_F_p2.png" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE "DREI STREIFEN" WIND JACKET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-5430409179004845527?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5430409179004845527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5430409179004845527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/07/jackets.html' title='Jackets'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2869876459705769225</id><published>2010-07-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:56:17.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Extracted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/WisdomBits.jpg" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop in Intelligence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2869876459705769225?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2869876459705769225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2869876459705769225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/07/wisdom-extracted.html' title='Wisdom Extracted'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4381616990824403112</id><published>2010-07-18T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:12:04.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy &amp; Greed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.morbandit.bandit.co.nz/wallpaper/GreenEyev2.jpg" class="photo" width="410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous of my peers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events they experienced. The bonds they forged. The life they led. It's all missing in my life currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous, very very jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not contented with my life? Am I not appreciating the people around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am uniquely me.I too been through life-altering events, lesson-learning events and etc.I too have my peers, old acquaint and new friendship. I enjoy simple pleasure at times. Yet I am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper, I realised that it might not all jealousy weighing me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am greedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to experience what others had experienced. I want to forge more bonds, having common friends. I want every little achievement, or accomplishment that my peers have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 out of 7 deadly sins possessed me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the weight increase, or I can be relieved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4381616990824403112?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4381616990824403112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4381616990824403112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/07/jealousy-greed.html' title='Jealousy &amp; Greed'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-8588940738283962784</id><published>2010-07-11T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:03:37.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>I guess I am just not used to the hectic schedule I have created. Rushing from point to point is not my style. I guess I have to start to get used to it, before I make my Wednesday night a rush too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy stay-in nights actually. Taking things slow and steady, though some of the activities were a waste of time. Now that the guys came back from SAF Parade, I feel that I should stay-in, to sort of bond with them. Furthermore, I am supposed to be on OJT with them, means no stay-out, but I slept at home due to convenience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am aware that my night schedule has render me unable to do most outfield duty or overnight cover. I don't feel easy because I know it's unfair, and I hope my colleagues can understand. Got to endure for 2 more months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I am frustrated simply over my busy nights, I can't imagine what's going to happen when I ORD! Speaking of which, I haven't clear my IPPT for second window!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that CY and LY have resume their studies, using their leaves and offs. It's a smart move in my opinion, which I would do so if my NSF journey isn't so colourful. Since I can't undo what had happened, I shall suck my thumb and wait for the next intake, almost a year later. Actually, I don't have an idea what I really want to do. Yet another frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't imagine I actually consciously chose to skip Tri-Run this morning. I've set-up the alarm to wake up at 5, so that I can travel down to SengKang for my 21km run. However, I simple turn off the alarm and continue my sleep. Paid for the registration yet didn't run, not the first time, but it's the first for this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I actually missed the time when I have to go down to help Bennett with moving. Not sure what he's moving, and though I didn't reply him that I am going to go down to help him. I simply missed the timing because I was playing Bloons! Haiz, I think this wisdom teeth extraction has caused me a drop in intelligence, now I can't prioritize properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a random post just to vent my frustration. Hopefully, this week can turn out well, though the start of the week would also mean the start of my existing frustration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-8588940738283962784?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8588940738283962784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8588940738283962784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/07/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-7417799742889957915</id><published>2010-07-04T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:59:37.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.temasek.nus.edu.sg/insight/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Mugging-Tips.jpg" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The urge to upgrade myself is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-7417799742889957915?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7417799742889957915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7417799742889957915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/07/study-mood.html' title='Study Mood'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-7930794071212777914</id><published>2010-06-26T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:15:23.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medic Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/00.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/A1.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/A2.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/A3.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/A4.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/A5.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16km Route March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/B1.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/B2.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/B3.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/B4.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/B5.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/B6.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/B7.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/B8.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/B9.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evacuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/C1.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/C2.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/C3.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/C4.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combat First Aid Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/D1.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/D2.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/D3.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/D4.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill Medic Chill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/E1.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/E2.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/E3.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/E4.jpg" width="600" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-7930794071212777914?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7930794071212777914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7930794071212777914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/06/medic-tales.html' title='Medic Tales'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/MedicTales/th_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3108235113740456009</id><published>2010-06-20T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:16:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4716703322_986db1a0ff.jpg" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4716706414_60c2302cf6.jpg" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4716714214_b756b43f29.jpg" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12654460@N08/4716714214/" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4716067339_fd7089065e_b.jpg" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.teelee.multiply.com/image/1/photos/1/600x600/8/IMG-3633.JPG?et=njMNmbPu6JJrFWIPPCPgdw&amp;nmid=344694692" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.teelee.multiply.com/image/1/photos/1/600x600/2/IMG-3626.JPG?et=pUeFWVaRaisBy0vIylpkhw&amp;nmid=344694692" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep It Simple, St*pid! I thought Simple Run is a good run organised by SGRUNNERS. Though I admit that it's pretty steep for the registration fee due to poor scale of economy, but it brings out the simplicity of running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is really a simple hobby, yet it is no longer just a hobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uniquesportsaccessories.com/images/products/TB-ab7.jpg" width="210" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dullneon.com/random-notes/images-videos-and-other-content/2008/09/nike-running-hydration-pack.jpg" width="210" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.techchee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/heart-rate-monitor-watch-with-chest-belt-450x344.jpg" width="210" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These gadgets look familiar right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sport has become so commercialised to an extent I think it's quite scary. Almost all runners nowadays own at least one of the above. (I admit I do own an MP3 player) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increasing number of running events are being organised, rising registration fees, more goodies in the event pack are signs which prove that running is now seen as a profitable business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I avoid wearing event T-shirt when possible since it's like wearing a "constant reminder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay to run? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am doing the very thing I am saying but I am cutting back. I am determined not to become a consumer, but a runner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3108235113740456009?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3108235113740456009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3108235113740456009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-run.html' title='Simple Run'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4716703322_986db1a0ff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-141472402554134506</id><published>2010-06-13T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:47:44.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funnypostcard.com/images/stuck.jpg" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stuck in the SAF Day parade, but I managed to withdraw myself from marching contingent. My spine needs delicate care and I do not want to risk aggravating it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the damage is not done to my spine, it hurts my posting. My posting is being held back due to SAF Day parade. This is the second time my posting is stuck due to parade, the first being AARM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OJT is being delayed, which means it clashes with my wisdom teeth extraction and my studies. What can I possibly do? It's not that I want to whine like a sissy but I am in no position to affect the decision made by the authority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will not backed down to this and change my appointment and postpone my studies. I had reasoned and appealed but it's not accepted. Just too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a EQ battle against authority, now it's EQ battle against "Nonsense". I don't want to label them as "Stupid" because it would mean that I am being complacency. But deep down I know I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, be more humble, be more patient. You are now "alone" and you have to find other ways to vent your frustration. I am missing Sim already! Why is he posted out earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel stressed and tired, when outcomes are not (even close to) what you expect when you tried your best to fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks more, don't get K.O.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-141472402554134506?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/141472402554134506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/141472402554134506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/06/stuck.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4767766719557572521</id><published>2010-06-08T22:07:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:31:33.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Lights Timelapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="540" height="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/HO-0pEeUWdY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=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-nocookie.com/v/HO-0pEeUWdY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="540" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the video is deliberately framed at high speed, but it kind of reminds me that we forgot how to go slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4767766719557572521?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4767766719557572521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4767766719557572521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/06/singapore-lights-timelapse.html' title='Singapore Lights Timelapse'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-6081197177662046659</id><published>2010-06-05T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:10:22.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack the Wall!</title><content type='html'>It's either I'm thinking too much, or troubles keep coming in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I shall tackle and overcome the wall one by one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4475936268_a6d5505fa2_o.jpg" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG AR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-6081197177662046659?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6081197177662046659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6081197177662046659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/06/tackle.html' title='Attack the Wall!'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3604909149408888000</id><published>2010-05-31T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:43:13.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Sundown Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marathon-photos.com/shop/photos/Sports/2010/Sundown%20Marathon/fullsize/SDAT0280.jpeg" width="200" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marathon-photos.com/shop/photos/Sports/2010/Sundown%20Marathon/fullsize/SDAU1146.jpeg" width="200" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are hard to find when you choose to run "lighter" and "cooler".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3604909149408888000?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3604909149408888000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3604909149408888000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-on-sundown-marathon.html' title='More on Sundown Marathon'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1247177681450071629</id><published>2010-05-30T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:52:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundown Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sundownmarathon.com/img/logo.gif" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experienced my virgin night marathon and I would say it's tougher than Standard Chartered's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being lazy to do LSD or interval, I did mostly leg strengthening and I think it actually helps! I experience only aching joints unlike previous marathon when I couldn't walk properly after the race. However, I feel that LSD is necessary to train mental endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank WeiSiang for the ride. He drove me to and fro the race venue. Really have to thank him for the additional mileage he have to drive because I left my champion chip at home! Lucky we decided to meet early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Sgt Jonathan, and I would have to say that he looks more meaty now. He look really thin back during my BMT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Terry but didn't approach him because I decided to head for the free ice-cream. But the ice-cream seems to give WeiSiang problem during the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run is tough, I really wanted to throw the towel even before I hit 21km mark! I was sleepy and hungry, and soon succumb to "sleep-jogging" and progress to "sleep-walking". That really sucks! I started questioning myself why did I join the race which is so torturous and so expensive when I can sleep in peace at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually decided to give up on the idea of finishing with a timing better than Standard Chartered, but thank goodness for the timely intervention of Danial and ZhiYong. They happened to spot me and pull me along to run with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really weird on how they managed to spot me because I was running topless and they were running behind with quite a distance away. ZhiYong said he recognized the shape of my lats, which really sounded gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, managed to catch-up with ZhiYong. It's been a long time since I talked to him. Really glad having to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZhiYong decided to wait for Danial so I went on running to finish with a sub-6 timing. TA-DA! 5 hours 47 minutes! 3 minutes slower than my Standard Chartered timing but at least it's sub-6 timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the end of Sundown, I regretted joining Standard Chartered. Another torturous 42km waiting at the end of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1247177681450071629?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1247177681450071629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1247177681450071629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/sundown-marathon.html' title='Sundown Marathon'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-5852131198565259705</id><published>2010-05-28T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:34:14.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I'm late by a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This promotion no longer holds its original value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a confused state of mind this week, especially during the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was physically in CSS/EMT contingent, but my eyes were glancing to the AFC contingent and my mind was time-travelling back to a year back. Everything just don't seems to fall right in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Staff Ng on my way booking-in to PLC, and I don't know how to react or what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw LeongBeng and Keith, but the closeness was no longer felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Master Lim and Staff Heng, but I tried my best to avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how should I think, how should I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel ashamed? For I failed myself, failed their effort and good intention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel proud? For I finally got promoted, and acquired another useful skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these are simply overwhelming for me to process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to face the real me and tackle the root once and for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/3833629314_c31ace3d6d.jpg" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it, 3SG D Alvis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-5852131198565259705?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5852131198565259705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5852131198565259705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2576/3833629314_c31ace3d6d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1633855702932265027</id><published>2010-05-23T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:20:13.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Vertical Marathon 2010</title><content type='html'>National Vertical Marathon is the second vertical running event I've joined since the start of my running hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the first vertical, I didn't train for this event and worst still, I ran with a pair of aching hamstrings. Don't you simply love deadlift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the whole event is fairly well-organised. There's free photo-shoot, power-packed goodies pack and cute cheerleaders encouraging you as you scale the 63-storey high building. The baggage deposit system is quite different as you only deposit your belongings only when your wave is starting, hence cutting the possibility of having to stand in a long queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the registration booth should be made more prominent, and nearer to the baggage deposit. I don't know why must the two booths be so far apart. Not being able to bring camera up to the finishing point sort of defeats the purpose of opening up the rooftop isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the event, I think it's a concept adopted by NTU Sports Club, there's always a mini carnival held with their main event. I think it's quite fun, with mini basketball, robotic bull-riding and other booths for you to visit. Or else the whole event would be very fast since one can complete the event within half an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I went to visit the free spinal screening and I might have the answer to my chronic neck strain. With 3 months left to ORD, I think I should act fast to get my spine re-align before I burn my own pocket. Anybody can recommend me a Chiropractor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/NVM_Photo.jpg" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came, I climbed, I conquered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1633855702932265027?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1633855702932265027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1633855702932265027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/national-vertical-marathon-2010.html' title='National Vertical Marathon 2010'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-8493591651877169293</id><published>2010-05-16T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:12:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame</title><content type='html'>3 months ago, I packed my belongings and leave the camp which feels like home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, 3 months later, I packed my belongings once more. This time, I am going back to the very camp I miss so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have completed EMT Spec2 course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to blog about my experiences in the course, but I wanted to keep my admission to the course as low profile as possible. Just in case something happens, Murphy's law. Also, blogging about the course would remind me how I pen my experiences when I was in the course, which I would choose not to walk down that memory lane if I can help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back on the course, I have met new people, gained new knowledge, and tried jobs that I never imagine I would do. My NS life  got more interesting and colorful in a different way. Like what I told Shar, I seems to be scraping as many goodies as I can from SAF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I am not proud. Why? What would you think of someone who only got his 3rd SGT rank after 1 year and 9 months of training? The norm is 7 to 8 months, which means this late "bloomer" here is really slow because he is lagged by 1 year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, he first went into a course which most NSFs would like to go to. This fellow went through full 14 weeks yet couldn't pass-out because he is not fit enough. Great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2 weeks extension, he got himself injured, thus officially OOC-ed. Alright! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that he went to ASLC but got OOC-ed due to chronic back strain. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After months of waiting due to slow processing in SAF, he finally got posted out to Medic Spec course and completed it. It's been 1 year and 4 months after his BSLC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fellow is weak! I agreed with myself even if there's objection who say he is not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile. some of my peers have achieved much more, and it makes me jealous. Golden Bayonet, or Silver Bayonet. Got promoted to 2nd SGT. Received the Best Soldier Award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may think that these titles are insignificant, but I don't have the chance to even get close to getting those titles. This fellow has difficulties pass-out from course(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, enough of confidence-demoralising statements. Just want to rant it out because I felt so shameful, felt so lagged behind, felt so useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just a pathetic fellow who got shamed by his own ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-8493591651877169293?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8493591651877169293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8493591651877169293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/shame.html' title='Shame'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-695879126072350881</id><published>2010-05-15T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T09:04:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.singaporesports.sg/Portals/0/Tri-Factor%20Series.JPG" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1KM: 00:29:38.450&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fastest time clocked for my category is 00:16:07.850. Less than a minute for 50m, I almost think that heis a fish or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-695879126072350881?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/695879126072350881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/695879126072350881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/tried-swimming.html' title='Tried Swimming'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1604335314568898740</id><published>2010-05-14T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:22:50.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek, Save, Serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mindef.gov.sg/joint/smti/images/Combat%20Medic.jpg" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Medic in the Singapore Armed Forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take pride in my vocation, my skills, and the responsibilities entrusted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seek to constantly upgrade my professional knowledge and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will save lives and reduce suffering; show care, concern and compassion to all those I treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will serve my fellow soldiers, the Medical Corps, and the SAF with total commitment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1604335314568898740?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1604335314568898740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1604335314568898740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/seek-save-serve.html' title='Seek, Save, Serve'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4455497225289307010</id><published>2010-05-10T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:10:53.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Comparison</title><content type='html'>I am feeling frustrated right now, thus I have decided to pen down my thoughts to release the trapped steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough of human relationships. Perhaps, I have enough of myself being mindful of what others are thinking and saying. I am tired of all these issues and I wish all this "nonsense" would stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound weak saying this but I think human relationships in BFSC were much simple. As compared to BFSC, the course-mates in EMT Spec are much more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, Kendrick tagged me in some course photos on Facebook. Initially, I felt disgusted after looking at those photos. I am ashamed of who I am, of my current state and status. However, after comments started flowing, I start to think that it might be me all along who sink the boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I trying to deny myself the memories of one of the happiest days in my life?! My ego has been affecting me all along. My inner wall was never demolished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my current state, I feel that there are people who are genuinely doing their best but got branded. While, I thought some of the people are sincere but now I feel the opposite, especially after this one incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum was right about me after all. My thinking has all along been too simple, that I didn't even know until I hurt myself. I thought my beliefs are right, but my recent experiences seem to have prove mysef wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired and disillusioned, so much so that I think everybody are plotting something. Luckily, the course is coming to an end. Maybe I can see the true colours after everyone sets on their own path and Time can reveal the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the experiences I gained in this course make me miss BFSC even more. At least I think everything was a lot more simple, and we enjoyed it from the bottom of our heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4455497225289307010?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4455497225289307010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4455497225289307010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-comparison.html' title='In Comparison'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-953149035921355061</id><published>2010-05-09T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:26:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incident I Did Not Stand Up For My Mother</title><content type='html'>This incident happened when I was 8 or 9 years old, when I was still studying primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my young age back then, my Mum always accompany me to school due to safety reason. Given my height barely reaching her axillary line, thus not able to hold her hand properly, I will always curl my arm onto her arm while she will carry my bag on her back and an umbrella on the other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the short 10 minutes journey, we will talk about everything under the Sun. I will share my thoughts about everything I could think of, and she would listen patiently to what I have to say. Those days were nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on a fine day, my Mum was bringing me to school and I curled my arm onto her's, just like the usual, this madam stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This madam I mention is the mother of one of my friends, and is branded as being "very rude" by my Mum, for she likes to address people she knows with their full Chinese name, including the surname. She was walking on the same path but in opposite direction. Being a friendly neighbors, my Mum stopped her steps and started a small chat with her. This small chat changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being under the sun and I am not in school yet, my Mum had to cut the conversation and send me off to school. This madam then made a comment about how "big" I was and yet still curl my arm onto my Mum's like a "little toddler". Upon hearing this, I released my arm and put it down to the side like a little soldier in attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice the expression of my Mum's back then, but I think it must be quite hurting, because since that comment onwards, I have never curl my arm onto her's anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple comment changes everything. No more curling. No more sharing of thoughts. Just because of a comment that threatened my little ego, the simple act was abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mum, I didn't stand up for you because I had to protect that little ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I bringing up this incident? Because we curled our arm together, after the dinner treat for my Mum. However this time, she curled her arm onto mine, and she said how we curled our arms together before and how I will curl my arm onto other girls next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly she is enjoying this simple act of bonding, and how she wants to hold it longer before my arm slips away, again. But I would like to say this, my arm will not slip away, because both of us miss each other, miss this simple act of curling, miss the close bonding we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Me/JustMumAndMe.jpg" width="310" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-953149035921355061?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/953149035921355061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/953149035921355061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/incident-i-did-not-stand-up-for-my.html' title='The Incident I Did Not Stand Up For My Mother'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Me/th_JustMumAndMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-8045714931383211809</id><published>2010-05-08T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:49:17.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>As long as there's living creatures, there's bound to have some sort of politics.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to believe that, but I am now, wittingly or unwittingly, playing this never-ending game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you get down the ass-poking fence, you can never climb up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having common enemies helps to bond people. Be it sharing common goals, or distracting us from the situation. It seems to make individuals feel stronger through each other's support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it can be put up a thick make-up, wearing colorful clothings, and act, script, and direct your own short film, for personal motive(s). Of course one have to hide their tails well, else their names would get strike off from the Oscar winners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it really be an innocent guy, irritated or offended a Indian Chief? Thus whichever path he takes, he would be condemned or stoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it be the guy, possessing natural flair for leading, be showing his gift but got forced make-up on the face by competitor(s) or black sheep(s). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been taught to look at people's good traits, encouraged to praise positive acts and conducts. However, tongues have been influencing, shaking the very foundation the teachings sit on. Am I being naive, following these teachings, when it seems that you are the only one practicing the abandoned religion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't outcasting people or wearing heavy costume drains life forces? I simply don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-inncrowd.com/imagespaternalgrandmother/Opera%201930.jpg" width="300" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-8045714931383211809?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8045714931383211809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8045714931383211809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3982811241416761097</id><published>2010-05-03T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:56:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful May Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics4.city-data.com/cpicc/cfiles31346.jpg" width="340" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3982811241416761097?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3982811241416761097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3982811241416761097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/eventful-may-ahead.html' title='Eventful May Ahead'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-416904787163227616</id><published>2010-05-01T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:51:13.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Tense</title><content type='html'>Was reading &lt;a href="http://saffyamanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/past-tense.html"&gt;Jason Hahn's Blog&lt;/a&gt; and I got motivated to write a letter to my 16-year-old self, to the 5 year ago David.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear David, the year is going to be stressful for you. Keep up the effort, and you will find everything fall into the right place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are worry about what the future holds for you. I know you are afraid of making the wrong choice, but you might find yourself worrying too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If everything remain unchanged, you will find your best friend in a year time while you will not notice it. You will fall in love but it will not work out, like totally. You will find yourself with fun-loving people and do treasure them, because you need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to disappoint, but your height limit would be capped at 1.63m, but drinking milk is still important. You will not get into Archery team unless you take extra precaution on the day of selection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing DotA might helps with your social life but hurts your academic results and your precious sleep (which might be a contributing factor why you are only slightly taller than average). If you think your basketball skill can improve over time, maybe you can consider dropping the idea. Accept it, we have no ball sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start to watch Mum's diet, and do not let her slack off in exercising. Doing so might get Mum pissed but you won't get allowance from her soon anyway. The trade-off is worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With these information, my guess is that you will worry even more, but trust yourself. You will face much more difficult challenge so do treasure your smooth sailing ride in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do cultivate a better financial habits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Alvis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-416904787163227616?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/416904787163227616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/416904787163227616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/05/past-tense.html' title='Past Tense'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-402205616224384056</id><published>2010-04-29T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:54:22.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://beckyboop.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/wasting-time.jpg" width="230" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-402205616224384056?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/402205616224384056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/402205616224384056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/wasting-time.html' title='Wasting Time'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4390462368073562641</id><published>2010-04-26T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:58:58.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambulance Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fire-engine-photos.com.s3.amazonaws.com/3540.jpg" width="410" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real deal now. No longer simulation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4390462368073562641?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4390462368073562641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4390462368073562641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/ambulance-attachment.html' title='Ambulance Attachment'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3092186323119340977</id><published>2010-04-24T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:15:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Have been publishing one-sentence posts these few weeks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't feel like penning down what I am currently doing. Writing it down brings back the memories a year ago. Those indelible experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some parts within me just couldn't let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completed my medical centre attachment in Maju. A fairly good experience I would say, could be busier, provided I get myself more familiar with how the place works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to FCC just to take a look and use the gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw some of them, but they did not recognised me. I thought it's better this way, I did not approach them either, except for Kelvin who I meet head-on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me for being self-denial for I am ashamed of who I am, what I have become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me for the fake smiles, I am trying to assuage the uneasiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me for doing all these, so that I can preserve the affable image of the old me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, allow me to drop the mask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing high pitch is not my forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3092186323119340977?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3092186323119340977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3092186323119340977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3068658648094825851</id><published>2010-04-18T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:41:41.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rgb101.com/content/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/mrhappy2.png" width="330" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you will feel happy when people around are happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3068658648094825851?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3068658648094825851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3068658648094825851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2548197026087447779</id><published>2010-04-16T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:27:13.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronic Neck Strain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lDQMo4yEgBE/SE1NS1IZF4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/_JYnqANBME8/s400/trapezius+muscle.jpg" width="430" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky it's not spinal injury, but the pain do bother me. It's really a pain in the neck, literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2548197026087447779?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2548197026087447779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2548197026087447779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/chronic-neck-strain.html' title='Chronic Neck Strain'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lDQMo4yEgBE/SE1NS1IZF4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/_JYnqANBME8/s72-c/trapezius+muscle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2541775558701403608</id><published>2010-04-15T08:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:44:55.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfulfilled Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/IMAG0058.jpg" width="430" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2541775558701403608?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2541775558701403608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2541775558701403608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/unfulfilled-promise.html' title='Unfulfilled Promise'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-332059162576999629</id><published>2010-04-11T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:07:59.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri-Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.triharder.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/TriFactor.jpg" width="430" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.singaporesports.sg/Portals/0/tri%20swim.JPG" width="430" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I start off with the swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-332059162576999629?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/332059162576999629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/332059162576999629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/tri-swim.html' title='Tri-Swim'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-6825706019669842040</id><published>2010-04-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:00:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://trifactor.sg/wp-content/uploads/TriFactor_Bike_preview_085.jpg" width="430" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Tri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-6825706019669842040?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6825706019669842040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6825706019669842040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2110249377526651058</id><published>2010-04-04T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:39:58.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/questions-about-cooking-with-chocolate-1.jpg" width="430" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a gut feeling Diabetes Mellitus is heading towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2110249377526651058?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2110249377526651058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2110249377526651058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/seeking-comfort-food.html' title='Seeking Comfort Food'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-6318675423037674910</id><published>2010-04-03T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:39:07.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.trainingbible.com/joesblog/uploaded_images/Heel-strike-701737.JPG" width="430" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a running mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-6318675423037674910?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6318675423037674910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6318675423037674910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-8717308851987417645</id><published>2010-04-03T09:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:06:22.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Were On The Same Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bizarrebids.com/wp-images/posts/october07/boat.jpg" width="430" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the boat capsized? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-8717308851987417645?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8717308851987417645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8717308851987417645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-were-on-same-boat.html' title='We Were On The Same Boat'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-8447163353506616086</id><published>2010-04-01T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:07:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i860.photobucket.com/albums/ab163/chattahoochee1/1576_question-mark.jpg" width="330" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altered LOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-8447163353506616086?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8447163353506616086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8447163353506616086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/04/confusion_01.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2510219975294909728</id><published>2010-03-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:03:26.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/DreamstarXOX/Design%20-%20Wallpapers/EmmaWall2.png" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2510219975294909728?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2510219975294909728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2510219975294909728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/03/gorgeous.html' title='Gorgeous'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/DreamstarXOX/Design%20-%20Wallpapers/th_EmmaWall2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3705515316395065309</id><published>2010-03-27T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:42:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's In The Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh348/kissingintherain1484/Rain/raining.jpg" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3705515316395065309?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3705515316395065309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3705515316395065309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-in-season.html' title='It&apos;s In The Season'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i544.photobucket.com/albums/hh348/kissingintherain1484/Rain/th_raining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4598548759611711738</id><published>2010-03-21T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:29:32.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y260/fitree88/crossroads.jpg" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4598548759611711738?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4598548759611711738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4598548759611711738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/03/sudden-loneliness.html' title='Sudden Loneliness'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-5161561121228593502</id><published>2010-03-20T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:33:09.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sixthman.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/lifesaver.JPG" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO! 1! 2! 3! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-5161561121228593502?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5161561121228593502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5161561121228593502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/03/splash.html' title='Splash'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-5715984331119445251</id><published>2010-03-14T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:57:41.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is of the Essence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cornwalls.co.uk/photos/data/media/2/perranporth_sundial.jpg" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-5715984331119445251?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5715984331119445251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5715984331119445251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-is-of-essence.html' title='Time is of the Essence'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1634035846923491987</id><published>2010-03-07T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:17:03.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need A Jab?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cairns.com.au/images/uploadedfiles/editorial/pictures/2008/07/17/Cairns-WebUsual-CP18JUL08P999-CC027753-NEEDLES.jpg" width="330" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1634035846923491987?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1634035846923491987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1634035846923491987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/03/need-jab.html' title='Need A Jab?'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2826772540145279521</id><published>2010-02-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:46:23.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cullinan Heritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.buchanan.uk.com/images/PDL_260909-0226.jpg" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2826772540145279521?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2826772540145279521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2826772540145279521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/02/cullinan-heritage.html' title='Cullinan Heritage'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-941698153895123087</id><published>2010-02-27T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:18:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So They May Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.classicsunveiled.com/mythnet/pics/pics10.gif" width="330" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asclepius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-941698153895123087?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/941698153895123087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/941698153895123087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-they-may-live.html' title='So They May Live'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-7725066694412395967</id><published>2010-02-21T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:02:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>61 Weeks And Stop The Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/IMAG0074.jpg" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-7725066694412395967?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7725066694412395967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7725066694412395967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/02/61-weeks-and-stop-count.html' title='61 Weeks And Stop The Count'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-5138923257717446005</id><published>2010-02-20T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:36:20.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/IMAG0072.jpg" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$102, and counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-5138923257717446005?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5138923257717446005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5138923257717446005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-over.html' title='CNY Over!'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-5686578999669793916</id><published>2010-02-14T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:25:28.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/money.jpg" width="380" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAT AR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-5686578999669793916?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5686578999669793916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5686578999669793916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year!'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3118311734013984614</id><published>2010-02-13T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:00:26.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfed &amp; Sweated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/IMAG0056.jpg" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to update this space since last week but I got distracted, for the good cause I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first running event for the year is over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that this event is quite poorly organised despite being a annual event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I registered last year yet my registration actually didn't reach NTU but the fee is deducted. Lucky, I found out about this problem in time and I managed to participate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the main event seems like a side event since the side event received more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, the distance seems to be inaccurate. 400m surf route seems too short, the same goes to running route as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the event singlet is kind of disappointing. The design is alright, and I was expecting red or yellow. The NTU's organisers and helpers are all wearing it but it came out to be light blue! Quite put-off by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my performance, I did poorly for the event. Perhaps it's due to 2 long months of not running more than 4km. It's high time to clear the dust off my K15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfed &amp; Sweated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now considering whether to join National Vertical Marathon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3118311734013984614?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3118311734013984614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3118311734013984614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/02/surfed-sweated.html' title='Surfed &amp; Sweated'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-6325729474973824547</id><published>2010-02-05T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:31:23.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Febuary</title><content type='html'>Acknowledge the situation, and the passion is ignited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to do major catch-up work while the fire is still burning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-6325729474973824547?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6325729474973824547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6325729474973824547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/02/start-of-febuary.html' title='Start of Febuary'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-308325674260556360</id><published>2010-01-31T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:39:34.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of January</title><content type='html'>It was the start of 2010 4 weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's the end of the first month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I accomplished in January? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste no time, David!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-308325674260556360?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/308325674260556360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/308325674260556360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-january.html' title='End of January'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1249540935087536792</id><published>2010-01-24T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:32:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Running Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.wayne.edu/jaimie/files/2009/08/running.jpg" width="360" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mankind Loves History. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love History. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often Dwell In The Past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope To Tweak it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Trapped In The Utopia Illusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough To Withdraw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Run, To Escape &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Fond Of Running, Like Totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,I Don't Kook Back When I Run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking Just Straight Ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because It's Pointless In Looking Back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting Against My Nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becomes The Only Reason Why I Like Running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Uproot Myself From The Past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is My Running Philosophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1249540935087536792?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1249540935087536792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1249540935087536792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-running-philosophy.html' title='My Running Philosophy'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-6148686054450724828</id><published>2010-01-17T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:34:47.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Weekend</title><content type='html'>I wanted to have an eventful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I have some "homework" to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I wasted my weekend on Facebook playing Super Tycoons. Dangerously addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the January is gone, it's time to do something more constructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinate no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow's trip to the specialist is good. Any more drag, it shall be ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please David, buck up on driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time and count your 30 laps, not much time left already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final note, be more discipline!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-6148686054450724828?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6148686054450724828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6148686054450724828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/01/wasted-weekend.html' title='Wasted Weekend'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1476280302379032140</id><published>2010-01-10T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:55:54.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Sunday</title><content type='html'>Finally, Saturday duty is over. Feel so foamy for the fact that my weekend is as good as being burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at least I have managed to get some tips for my unbelievable slow front crawl from my prowling partner, who is a water-polo players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Australia University Fair to update myself. Seriously, I don't think I can further my studies overseas because of the monetary cost involved. How many years am I going to take to "break even"? Now I regretted not studying hard enough for my Poly Y2, and wonder where will I be now should I went to JC instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, driving! Please be alert David, it's life and death matter on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep fighting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1476280302379032140?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1476280302379032140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1476280302379032140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-sunday.html' title='Short Sunday'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2138831596677256585</id><published>2010-01-08T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:45:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Camp</title><content type='html'>I am glad that I am back in camp. It's not that I love to serve NS very much, but getting back to physical training and to being close to the group of familiar faces, it beats staying at home, rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a short weekend for me since I'm on Saturday duty. Will only be able to book-out on the Sunday for a few hours. This sucks! I want to go kayaking, cycling and running. I would like to plan for a diving trip as well before the big P comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like I'm the only one joining Sundown 42km among my peers, since both online and physical registration for 42km is now full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody running as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2138831596677256585?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2138831596677256585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2138831596677256585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-in-camp.html' title='Back In Camp'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-8008306150555040880</id><published>2010-01-01T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:33:10.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year! 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs147.snc3/17478_252176547847_655337847_4307263_1793527_n.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-8008306150555040880?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8008306150555040880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8008306150555040880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year! 2010!'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3863753161743203820</id><published>2009-12-30T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:44:20.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>I tried to find out what's my resolution for 2009, and there's none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps exactly one year ago, I have decided that yearly resolution don't work, explaining the empty list this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should I have one for 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ORD being 9 months away, regaining the status of Civilian means I have to use my own compass. Time to expand my comfort zone, or rather, to jump back to where I was 1 year and 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's set some Keep It Simple Stupid (KISS) resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my driving license. I doubt I would have the initiative to learn it after ORD. So I better work my best to pass it on first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have more money-sense. Upcoming housing loans and education fees to earn. It's time to be more discipline with money issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be a better man. I know the word "better" is vague and a resolution should be more specific. However, my list is going to be long if I list them individually. To be more socialable, more considerable, more gracious, more humble, more initiative, more moral courage, more listening, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3863753161743203820?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3863753161743203820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3863753161743203820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-6451633911466680155</id><published>2009-12-29T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:36:20.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookshelf Refresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/IMAG0008.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/IMAG0010.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/IMAG0011.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/IMAG0012.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to do some cleaning to my part of the bookshelf. Sadly, I have to share the bookshelf with my brother due to space constrain. So, I really hope I can have my own room when I move so I can have a proper bookshelf to my own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new addition of books from the Expo Book Fair, I need space to store them, but it can never be enough. Thus, the main aim of the cleaning is to re-arrange the books to allocate space for more. Hopefully, this arrangement can last till I move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like best about cleaning the bookshelf is that I sort out my thoughts concurrently (Maybe that is why I clean the bookshelf often). I have been thinking about quite a number of issues on hand, and I got pretty stressed up. For those who are concerned, I am getting better already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this feeling of euphoria can last till New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-6451633911466680155?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6451633911466680155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6451633911466680155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/bookshelf-refresh.html' title='Bookshelf Refresh'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2435396534007303960</id><published>2009-12-27T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:18:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring At Home</title><content type='html'>Boredom forces me to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for my remaining months of NS. Plan for after ORD and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of course(s) that I want to take up, however the current cash-strapped situation isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if I have been making the wrong decision(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life seems inferior in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, root of my problems. Having more might not be the only solution, but having less will only add to my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so unfulfilled?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2435396534007303960?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2435396534007303960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2435396534007303960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/boring-at-home.html' title='Boring At Home'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-6231383084332810083</id><published>2009-12-24T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:13:50.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/IMAG0003.jpg" width="530" class="photo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-6231383084332810083?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6231383084332810083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6231383084332810083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3405634785239373017</id><published>2009-12-23T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:11:35.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Saying</title><content type='html'>天降大任于斯人也，&lt;br /&gt;必先苦其心志，&lt;br /&gt;劳其筋骨，&lt;br /&gt;饿其体肤，&lt;br /&gt;空伐其身行，&lt;br /&gt;行弗乱其所为，&lt;br /&gt;所以动心忍性，&lt;br /&gt;曾益其所不能。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3405634785239373017?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3405634785239373017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3405634785239373017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/chinese-saying.html' title='Chinese Saying'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4444408447412110142</id><published>2009-12-17T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:02:59.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Photos from Swissôtel Vertical Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.snapshots.com.sg/uploads/photos/thumbs/large/76e55c06f3c59364dcbefd87d723a06f.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.snapshots.com.sg/uploads/photos/thumbs/large/1f20c02faf3bae9b128b4c7cbc6f13dd.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4444408447412110142?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4444408447412110142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4444408447412110142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/race-photos-from-swissotel-vertical.html' title='Race Photos from Swissôtel Vertical Marathon'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4280198194418805699</id><published>2009-12-17T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:19:15.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events for 2010!</title><content type='html'>Having completed the 42km Standard Chartered Marathon two weeks ago, I have completed my list of events I signed up for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mileage covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2010, I am going to join lesser events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Sundown seems cool, never tried sleep-jogging before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running vertically, another method to defy gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surf &amp;amp; Sweat" sounds fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprint series bring me to the beginning of another challenge, provided I can afford the bike rental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sgt JunMing for his little advices about the events everytime I meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is not gonna be a slacking year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4280198194418805699?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4280198194418805699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4280198194418805699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/events-for-2010.html' title='Events for 2010!'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1275352010392343624</id><published>2009-12-14T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:50:15.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Become A Better Person</title><content type='html'>I finally realised that the year is coming to an end with Christmas just round the corner. Time really flies, too fast for me to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing for the past 12 months? It's not too hard for me to recall since I blogged regularly weekly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I did nothing constructive, nothing meaningful, but to keep lingering with past events and regret my choices. I did not become closer to my folks, and I has disappoint my Mum. I did not make effort to mend the strained relationship with my Bro. I made new friends, weakly bonded, and neglected old pals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I had plans, the actual Ops Order and contingency plan(s). But are they useful? Did the plan(s) went well? Did I review what went wrong, how did that happen, who am I answerable to, what can I do to savage the situation(s)? Haven't I learnt that in practice, nothing goes according to the plan. Better drill that in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I have to admit that I am still lost, not knowing what to do. I have limited chips on hand, and I am not using it wisely. What is stopping me? Do I have a dream? Or I am always living in fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pushing me around, setting walls to block me, to stop me. So far the walls are managable, less one or two, but it's going to be harder. I need to become stronger, I need to become smarter. I need plans, which I had some in my head, but will it work out well, do I have the discipline? What do I need to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keen ambition, banishes pleasure, from youth onwards, and reigns alone" - Vauvenargues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have decided to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1275352010392343624?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1275352010392343624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1275352010392343624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-become-better-person.html' title='To Become A Better Person'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-8704625924162301480</id><published>2009-12-13T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:32:45.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled</title><content type='html'>Tell me why did I decide to pick up driving? The instructor is too noisy, and he is even more lame than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my Leo, my first. Yet I don't feel happy about it. Perhaps it's a predictably irrational purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braces coming up next but I lack financing power. Seriously, my spending habit is getting out of hand. Now, I know why my Mum likes to buy lottery. It's tempting, yet the probability is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to inject something new into my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-8704625924162301480?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8704625924162301480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8704625924162301480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/troubled.html' title='Troubled'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3943021859252559333</id><published>2009-12-08T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:27:16.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCM 2009 Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/SCM09/SCM01.png" class="photo" width="560" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/SCM09/SCM02.png" class="photo" width="560" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/SCM09/SCM03.png" class="photo" width="560" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/SCM09/SCBK1343.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/SCM09/SMBN0579.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must they take photos when I am having bad blisters and cramps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/SCM09/showimagcgi.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/SCM09/showimagecgi.jpg" class="photo" width="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least New Balance Real Run look so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3943021859252559333?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3943021859252559333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3943021859252559333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/scm-2009-result.html' title='SCM 2009 Result'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/SCM09/th_SCM01.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-7249726144851873313</id><published>2009-12-06T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:52:35.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCM 2009</title><content type='html'>Completed my first marathon in my life, and it's tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4.15am, to find that WS is already on his way to Start Point. Thinking that I am late already, I left the house in a hurry, leaving camera behind, so there's no photos. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race is good for the first half (21km) with a timing of 2 hours 30 minutes. Thought it's pretty decent for me, given my usual running speed and have not cover mileage beyond 18km before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pace took a downward spiral after I walk for the first time. Well, it's recovery right? But, I lost the momentum to run and my timing starts to suffer. I clocked 4 hours for 30km. That sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, both legs started to cramp and I nearly had a great fall. It's my first time experiencing with cramps and I have no idea how to nurse it, so I just carry on walking slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cramps continue to haunt me all the way till Finishing Point and I almost threw in the towel! Haha, was at the 30++km mark where I started to think, seriously, why did I join the race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also quite funny when the Volunteer came to me, when I was less than 1km to Finishing Point, if I need to fall-out to nurse my cramps. I was dumbfounded by her kind intention and rejected her gently while pointing to the Finishing. Was my cramps looked that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the time I limped pass the Finishing, the clock was at 5 hours 59 minutes. So, I somewhat achieved what I am aiming for, completing the race and clock sub-6 timing. I was hoping for 5 hours 30 minutes after I observed my timing at 21km mark, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a decent race, though the baggage deposit has much to improve? I don't understand why they want to categorise by colours anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, nursing my nasty blisters and aching legs, I hope I can walk by Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting KeeChong, nothing is harder than CPFT. Dude, I guess you are right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-7249726144851873313?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7249726144851873313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7249726144851873313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/12/scm-2009.html' title='SCM 2009'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2524820152792255968</id><published>2009-11-27T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:24:27.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradiction</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with Ed over MSN on random stuff and he talks about the latest AFC Cohesion Day, filling me up with some details. The conversation went on and he mentioned Sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he would have met Sha, who is now posted back to AFC for his rest of his NS term, and he is loving it. (McDonald's attitude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed commented on how Sha seems unwilling to connect with the 91st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's a different story I heard from Sha, on how the 91st bonds with their own FCC group, and how weird it is to meet fellow coursemates again when the last cohesion day should be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand Ed's eagerness to connect with a "long-lost" friend. I also understand Sha's feeling towards meeting his fellow comrades. Once again, I am on the fence trying to make sense of the whole situation from different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, I would like to meet "long-lost" friends again, catching up face-to-face rather than relying on virtual networking. Concurrently, the "course failure" fact flash into the mind and remind myself why and what am I to meet them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearding numerous "Get over it" comments, I really appreciate it but it can't be helped to have such mindset. It's undeniable that the invisible wall had already been formed and it is not going to come down so easy like Berlin Wall. (P.S. Tearing down Berlin Wall is in fact a difficult task)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that it's our (course failure) "fault" for having this mindset. But, is it really our "fault"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we "overcome" the wall on some occasions, we find the fellow comrades with their new camps. Well, you wanted some interactions and here I am ready yet you are nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, we are on different frequency now and the conversation is hardly sustainable, then you walk away thinking why can't we seems to "click" anymore. Then, you conclude that it's us who don't want to "click".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,having experienced either unintentional offensive conversation or pure malicious talks, it is not that we don't want to mix around. Once bitten, twice shy. We need no ego-buster, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with these mini scenarios taking place simultaneously, it's little wonder why in the same meet-up, there's different camp of thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I am supportive of Sha's perspective but I am in fact in the same zone with him. However, understand that the only constant is Change. We might have changed, but understand that you too, have changed. We do not complain loudly when you are trying to connect, only half-heartedly. Don't deny, we can sense the desperateness. But, we understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are friends, but we are of different league.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it ain’t broken (perhaps, yet), don’t fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go around fixing things that aren’t broken (perhaps yet), you’re going to break things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2524820152792255968?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2524820152792255968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2524820152792255968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/contradiction.html' title='Contradiction'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1267909504794006557</id><published>2009-11-22T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:44:31.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swissotel Vertical Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0460.jpg" class="photo" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0461.jpg" class="photo" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first vertical marathon, a 72-storey challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0455.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Red Bull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0459.jpg" class="photo" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0453.jpg" class="photo" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72-storey monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0449.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Flag-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0488.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0486.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing point! End of suffering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0492.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my...attractive isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0479.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not standing on the top alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0481.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer look at the Finisher's Medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0485.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2149&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0472.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming Integrated Resort. I thought there's a flower-shaped structure in front of the three tablets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0474.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the Floating Platform! I'm going there next week to collect my SCM Goodie Bag. Yes, I am one of the lucky runners who won the ballot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0475.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0476.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0478.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0482.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0483.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0484.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0467.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0468.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0493.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0495.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0496.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0497.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the whole island from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0490.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swissotel Vertical Marathon, didn't train for it. Maybe I can come back next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/IMG_0491.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chang and I. Ronald took part too but didn't manage to take a group photo with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I am not prepared for the run. I lived on the 12-storey yet I didn't even take the effort to train. This vertical can really send my heartrate pumping to its max! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for the final showdown! SCM2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1267909504794006557?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1267909504794006557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1267909504794006557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/swissotel-vertical-marathon.html' title='Swissotel Vertical Marathon'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/221109_SwissotelVertical/th_IMG_0460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-935520117055959414</id><published>2009-11-21T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:29:56.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0389.jpg" class="photo" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Genting trip starts off with the nice temperature, however a bad weather throughout the 3 days. Boo~ No outdoor activities! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0388.jpg" class="photo" width="120" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0386.jpg" class="photo" width="120" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0390.jpg" class="photo" width="120" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0392.jpg" class="photo" width="120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice statues in Highland Resort, the hotel I stayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0395.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the longest cable car ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0398.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "Fogging" whole day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0408.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0412.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0415.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0417.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Amos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0419.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Casino. Beware, fogging inside too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0423.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0426.jpg" class="photo" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0440.jpg" class="photo" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0428.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0429.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0430.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0433.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0431.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0434.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0437.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0438.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0442.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog was clear slightly, on the last day, at the last hour. Boo~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/IMG_0445.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/Genting_Ripley.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to visit Genting again! I shall choose a season when it's slightly warmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-935520117055959414?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/935520117055959414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/935520117055959414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/genting-trip.html' title='Genting Trip'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/Genting/th_IMG_0389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2299063764864564517</id><published>2009-11-17T15:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:06:01.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Signs You Are Not Ready For SCM 2009</title><content type='html'>08. You think completing the marathon with 10 hours of walking is just fine. You completed the marathon! &lt;img src="http://www.adiumxtras.com/images/thumbs/onion_head_2_13801_5003_thumb.gif" height="60" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Every time you see a green man flashing at a traffic light, you would just wait for the next green light and rest a while. &lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/bo/bo066.jpg" height="60" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. You have been Carbo-loading, since last month! Why has my running singlet shunk? &lt;img src="http://www.cool-emoticons.com/rwx_gallery/EM_Onion_Tou026.gif" height="60" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Your AHM Championchip still attached to your shoes. &lt;img src="http://www.laymark.com/i/bo/bo040.jpg" height="60" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Find yourself praying for the rain before training/race starts. &lt;img src="http://www.cool-emoticons.com/rwx_gallery/EM_Onion_Tou047.gif" height="60" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Your fastest and hardest run is the one you were chasing after the bus. &lt;img src="http://freecutemsn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/onion-head-cry-huaa.gif" height="60" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. You are wondering why can't you even run 2.4km? &lt;img src="http://www.cool-emoticons.com/rwx_gallery/EM_Onion_Tou060.GIF" height="60" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. You forgot when is the race date! &lt;img src="http://www.cool-emoticons.com/rwx_gallery/EM_Onion_Tou021.gif" height="60" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing SGRunners Forum and I came upon this particular thread, discussing unusual signs that might imply that you are not ready for SCM, so I gathered some funny signs contributed by the forumers that is quite funny and added some of my own too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2299063764864564517?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2299063764864564517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2299063764864564517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-signs-you-are-not-ready-for-scsm.html' title='Top Signs You Are Not Ready For SCM 2009'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2484200477742036756</id><published>2009-11-17T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:58:26.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Genting</title><content type='html'>After contemplating for a few weeks, my Mum and I have decided to go Genting for a getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am going Genting with my family and my Mum's friends. It's my first time to Genting and I hope it is going to be a pleasant trip. But the 6 hours journey there and another 6 hours back start to worry me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness that I managed to solved the Passport issue. Apparently, Malaysia accepts only Passport with minimum 6 months to expiry and mine is 3. So I have to rush down to ICA to get it extended. Actually, I don't really care if it doesn't get extended, then I can go back camp and continue my exercise regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems weird that I am "attached" to camp, but who will reject free access to gym, free entry to clean swimming pool, a bunch of people who are willing to play chess with you and free newspaper to read? Furthermore, posting order is near and it might be my last chance saying "Goodbye!" to my fellow OOC friends. Plus, I am lazy to travel and you want me to spend 12 hours of the getaway on transportation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not really up to my choice not to go now. I just wish it is going to be a safe journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week break from weights training, swimming and etc doesn't sound appealling in any ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2484200477742036756?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2484200477742036756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2484200477742036756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-genting.html' title='Going Genting'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3635856735482314846</id><published>2009-11-15T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:49:51.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imminent</title><content type='html'>Peace returns to the Guardroom after the Closing of AARM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With SSM going on vacation, the OOCs clearing their off-in-lieu, and ASLC flew to Taiwan for their training, I felt a sense of relief as I can adopt my past routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, news of Posting Orders came and disturb the rare serenity. Fellow OOCs started leaving while the new OOCs coming in to replace the beds. Meanwhile, some went and passed their FFI and would be going for their ASLC recourse. These events have affect the atmosphere within the Guardroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha is posted back to AFC as ASA in Store. As he proudly declared his love and belonging in AFC, PLC, it makes me wonder when will it be my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't bear to leave PLC, a place where 10 months, going 11, of my National Service is done. Furthermore, with well-maintained gym and clean swimming pool, I would not leave if it is to my choice. However, leaving is imminent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Only Constant is Change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall the Cloud be blow to this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3635856735482314846?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3635856735482314846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3635856735482314846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/imminent.html' title='Imminent'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-8271419519430579581</id><published>2009-11-08T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:07:32.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Balance Real Run 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.realrun.sg/img/img_main.jpg" class="photo" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/photo.jpg" class="photo" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:42:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to run faster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-8271419519430579581?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8271419519430579581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8271419519430579581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-balance-real-run-2009.html' title='New Balance Real Run 2009'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2642865359311505083</id><published>2009-11-06T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:38:02.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutter-ed</title><content type='html'>The conclusion after sorting out my emotions and thoughts, Money is indeed the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out didn't solve the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2642865359311505083?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2642865359311505083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2642865359311505083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/clutter-ed.html' title='Clutter-ed'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3827183336553812310</id><published>2009-11-06T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:19:30.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-clutter</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my Firefox Bookmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my Facebook Friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my Life and Thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3827183336553812310?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3827183336553812310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3827183336553812310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-clutter.html' title='De-clutter'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1882029768227548475</id><published>2009-11-05T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:10:11.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>"天下没有不散的筵席"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell my fellow Guardroom OOCs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1882029768227548475?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1882029768227548475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1882029768227548475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1504291653068008731</id><published>2009-11-04T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:41:11.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>2 days off, no gym access and swimming pool access until next week. That's why I don't take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed by Smartphones, and I have decided to grab a iPhone 4G (or whatever the next version of iPhone is called). But, when will it be released and be available in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for me to compete with FT yet, catching up the pace of my peers are hard enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money-Management required!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I need to remind myself the lessons I have learnt through the hard ways. Need to avoid the fatal traps! Nobody owes me a living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suspecting that the "Tabbing" function on Firefox is detrimental to mental and physical health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting order on 23112009? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is time for me to fly out from PLC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1504291653068008731?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1504291653068008731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1504291653068008731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/11/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4583983591410540950</id><published>2009-10-30T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:10:17.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted</title><content type='html'>Once the white canvas is painted, it can never be the same, regardless how you paint it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I strongly believed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4583983591410540950?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4583983591410540950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4583983591410540950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/tainted.html' title='Tainted'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-7984378293779184367</id><published>2009-10-25T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:42:25.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike Human Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/NikeHumanRace.jpg" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-7984378293779184367?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7984378293779184367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7984378293779184367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/nike-human-race.html' title='Nike Human Race'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-5614356573898678646</id><published>2009-10-21T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:31:22.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>Got 2 days off due to involvement in AARM, and I have decided to use it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make full use of the rare off, I have made plans for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am going for a 19km run in the morning. Then, I will go to book my driving practical test date. In the afternoon, I will be home to fill up my FIC attachment forms and to find information on Lifesaver courses. After that, I would move out to Maju for my attachment and then book-in to PLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I woke up late in the morning, and there goes my 19km run at ECP. Following that, more prostatinating thoughts set in and I almost wasted my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I only managed to finish typing my FIC attachment forms. Hopefully, I am able to go down to Maju for my attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need jabs of Discipline to ensure the smoothness of my plan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-5614356573898678646?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5614356573898678646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5614356573898678646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-off_21.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-586695046894229576</id><published>2009-10-20T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:45:54.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AARM AAR</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, I actually like AARM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It marks my first time being flag-bearer, and it's for a regional event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also my first time working with AFC, while I am out of AFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed how ugly a human can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard numerous whining on how the world is unfair, even though they are the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense people who thinks highly of themselves, yet their status are lowly and they don't seems to be aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I happened to fall into one or more categories during different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is surrounded by the aura of selfishness, can humbleness still be maintained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness might achieve orgasm, but humbleness can guarantee liability-free 9 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's a strange analogy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-586695046894229576?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/586695046894229576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/586695046894229576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/aarm-aar.html' title='AARM AAR'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-8455373518537636353</id><published>2009-10-20T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:28:12.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of AARM</title><content type='html'>AARM has finally ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the untimely unhook by CPL D.ALVIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/aarms09Par0248Image.jpg" class="photo" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget AFC contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Despo88/aarms09Par0256Image.jpg" class="photo" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos, visit &lt;a href="http://www.mindef.gov.sg/imindef/mindef_websites/topics/aarms09/gallery/photos/opening_cere.html"&gt;MINDEF&lt;/a&gt; webpage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-8455373518537636353?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8455373518537636353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/8455373518537636353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-aarm.html' title='End of AARM'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2148209656106787184</id><published>2009-10-18T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:55:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Weekend</title><content type='html'>Supposed to run 19km as part of my SCM training, but I guess I am still drained from Friday Complex guard duty, thus I overslept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I leave the house, it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARM is finally coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have to wake up at 4am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to return sleep debt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2148209656106787184?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2148209656106787184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2148209656106787184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiring-weekend.html' title='Tiring Weekend'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2262930970739610985</id><published>2009-10-13T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:10:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>Short term pleasure, long term guilt. That's what I get after polishing a tub of Ben&amp;amp;Jerry Chocolate Fudge an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly pure pleasant when I was in it, and a real ass-kicking guilt kicks in after staring blankly at the empty tub while biting the cold spoon. Making matter worse, I ate a durian dessert and a mango dessert at JP after book-out! Too much pleasure food for me, and I am feeling sick right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Sunday was my second SCM training at ECP. It was almost 15km run and I felt improvement, or perhaps the first session was a bad run to begin with. I clocked a timing of slightly under 2 hours. I know I'm going turtle slow but I guess it's a good run for me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week, I am going for 17km, and if it's possible, I' m going to make it 19km. I am lagging behind in term of building up mileage for my SCM, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my 2 days off earned from AARM, but I am not exactly enjoying it. Though I have managed to clear some matters that has been delayed, I miss the pool and the gym. I guess it has become a habit already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, where exactly is the USB cable for my MP3 player?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2262930970739610985?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2262930970739610985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2262930970739610985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-6953033455026331399</id><published>2009-10-12T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:56:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AARM Opening</title><content type='html'>Slept for only 4 hours, I woke at at wee hours to prepare myself for the ARRM Opening Ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the Vietnam flag-bearer, I feel so honoured to be able to raise a country flag on such significant event. Though there was a little hiccup during the flag raising, I did not make the unspeakable mistake that other fellow flag-bearers are afraid of, raising a upside-down flag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly, the AFC performance is a concern at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see their actual performance, but I have seen their training, their rehearsal, and their effort to put up a good show for our foreign guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it seems that our foreign guests do not find the PT display to their liking, giving the so-called "What the F**k!" expression and less than impressionate entertaining applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for the FSs and CCIs, for my friends who have spend weeks of training under the hot sun. They deserve better audience, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that they seem not involved in Closing Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with flag raising, there's flag lowering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my 2 days off till Wednesday, rehearsal for Closing Ceremony continues at the range and Complex duty on Friday night. What a tiring week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-6953033455026331399?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6953033455026331399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/6953033455026331399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/aarm-opening.html' title='AARM Opening'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1581646167143008151</id><published>2009-10-10T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:39:24.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming</title><content type='html'>1. FIC attachments at MFCC&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the 8th session of my FIC attachments. My wish now is to complete the remaining sessions as soon as possible. Then, I have nothing concerned to do with AFC, and I can stay in camp during my nights out. It's just so tiring. I am amazed how my guardroom friends have the energy to book-out every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Driving lessons&lt;br /&gt;I have been dragging. Driving is not my interest but it's an "neccessary" skillset to possess. I do envy people who can drive, and drive, but I simply has no drive to learn it. To think my resolution is to learn driving by the end of the year! *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Running Events&lt;br /&gt;Have started training at ECP every Sunday morning. Actually, tomorrow is only the second session. Got to condition myself to run 42km right? And SAFRA AVventura 2010 Early Bird Promotion ending at the end of this month and I have not even find any potential partner. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Interested Activities/Courses&lt;br /&gt;Sports Climbing Level 2?&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing Star 2?&lt;br /&gt;Roller Blading?&lt;br /&gt;Lifesaver + Bronze Medallion?&lt;br /&gt;Muay Thai?&lt;br /&gt;Piano? Saxophone?&lt;br /&gt;Baking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1581646167143008151?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1581646167143008151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1581646167143008151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/upcoming.html' title='Upcoming'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3277724119303986498</id><published>2009-10-10T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:11:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AARM</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy week for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are thinking that posting in Guardroom is easy, then for now, you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am involuntarily involved in Asean Armies Rifle Meet (AARM), as Vietnam flag-bearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will be raising Vietnam's national flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal has been going on every other day, I have not visit PLC swimming pool for a week already. Waking up as early at 4am is also why I dislike the trainings. Other factors include late transport, bumpy rides and NO (EXTRA) FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always hungry. *Hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being involved in AARM also means that I get to meet the FSs from various FCCs, and I am so not excited to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be rude for me to say this, but ever since the encounter at BFCC, nothing really matters. I have been denying what Sha said was right and defend what I believed, yet it seems that it's true after all. We are in different league, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still friends, we can contact each other, meet up with each other. Utlimately, we are in different league, our lifes had crossed a few months ago and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do look forward to meeting them, then after meeting I can hardly be glad. I will be unhappy to treat them as mere strangers, but at least I am slightly happier that way. *Sigh* Why must Sha be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the flag issue, Monday is the actual event and let's hope that I don't make any mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after flag raising, there's flag lowering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3277724119303986498?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3277724119303986498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3277724119303986498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/aarm.html' title='AARM'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-7058510023539339756</id><published>2009-10-04T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:50:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aching</title><content type='html'>My cheeks ached when I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my jaw feeling sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't afford to frown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmnn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-7058510023539339756?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7058510023539339756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/7058510023539339756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/aching.html' title='Aching'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-2184780144986972428</id><published>2009-10-04T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:28:54.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Run, SCM Training</title><content type='html'>Went to ECP for my first self-conducted SCM training in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine weather, but it's kinda warm due to rising sun. Running at 8.30am is not exactly a wise choice, no wonder AHM training starts at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fairly decent run, clocking 66 minutes for 9km?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am supposed to run 12km, but with running off the planned route and ended the run at McDonalds instead of carpark B1. I calculated that it should be around 9km?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to clock a good timing, I am still a lousy runner. But, with training, I will improve so let's watch me alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Sunday, here I go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to join me? Contact me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-2184780144986972428?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2184780144986972428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/2184780144986972428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-run-scm-training.html' title='Morning Run, SCM Training'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-4988601116212707563</id><published>2009-10-03T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:22:39.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hi MFCC</title><content type='html'>After facing difficulties with doing FIC attachment in BFCC, I decided to leave. No point staying when you are not exactly welcomed. Besides, I have no wish to travel from PLC to BFCC on weekdays, the attachment time would be over by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have moved to Maju FCC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can only do my attachments on weekdays nowadays, it's more convenient for me to go MFCC instead of BFCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the mentoring system is better than Bedok, and I am reminded to go "Back to Basics". I didn't note about the issue at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can plan a better workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MFCC...HI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-4988601116212707563?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4988601116212707563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/4988601116212707563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-hi-mfcc.html' title='Say Hi MFCC'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-5679774427743474236</id><published>2009-10-03T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:13:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Standard Charted Marathon Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/run/singapore/-east-coast-park-carpark-b1/144125457880535588"&gt;Start with 12km&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning the route is a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it would be a successful run tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Kayano 15!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-5679774427743474236?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5679774427743474236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/5679774427743474236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/10/start-of-standard-charted-marathon.html' title='Start of Standard Charted Marathon Training'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-3055072489822290037</id><published>2009-09-26T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:46:10.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye BFCC</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of my FIC attachment in BFCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it's not that I have cleared my attachment, just that we are not as welcome anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the 91st FSs are commencing their FIC attachment. With that, there will not be enough "client" to go around during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are strongly recommended to do our attachment on weekdays instead. However, I can't do my attachment at BFCC on weekdays mainly due to location problem, PLC is in the West while BFCC is in the East. Just too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to thank people like Warrant Bala, Staff Yap, Calvin, Guo Ming and WenJie to help facilitate us to initialise our FIC attachment. So far I have enjoyed and learnt my fair share at Bedok and perhaps it's good to leave afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who despise me for trying hard to get my FIC even though I am not a qualified FS, you did hurt my feelings but I am not giving up. Whether I will get my FIC at the end of the day or not, it's none of your business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Cloud! Where are you going off to this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-3055072489822290037?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3055072489822290037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/3055072489822290037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-bfcc.html' title='Goodbye BFCC'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-1352673493319633205</id><published>2009-09-21T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:56:55.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTI (Paid To Idle)</title><content type='html'>Sha was asking why do we want to get our FIC certification last week after our attachment at Bedok FCC. Burning 3-4 hours of our "precious" book-out days for the upcoming weeks until November is no joke. Ironically, most of the 91st FS don't seems to give a hoot about it. Strange isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the answer is simple. We are fighting, pathetically, for some "title" that we wanted but didn't managed to get it. Yes, it's the FS vocation.Getting FIC certification make us feel that we are closer to being a FS. Pathetic struggle isn't it? I call it "The Loser Mentality".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at the answer we gotten, but we pondered deeply. Does not being FS really matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it used to matter a lot. Yes, it used to. I used to feel unexplained pain when I see my fellow BFSC coursemates. I feel angry to everyone and myself. I tasted the bitterness of failure and the inability to savage the situation. It's either Time that dilute those sensation or I am getting numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard complains from the 91st FS, about their job and their difficulties. Some envy me having the time to gym, to swim, to run, to do plan my time. So, who should be the one green with envy? The FS (Fitness Specialist) or the PTI (Paid to Idle)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a little emotional. But after the experiences I got over the past months, I am contented, with what I am now, with what I am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I am actually the lucky one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-1352673493319633205?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1352673493319633205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/1352673493319633205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/09/pti-paid-to-idle.html' title='PTI (Paid To Idle)'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076707640990001084.post-326201014162752860</id><published>2009-09-20T16:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:26:26.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mizuno Wave Run 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mizunowaverun.com/wp-content/themes/wave/images/logo.png" class="photo" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.snapshots.com.sg/uploads/photos/thumbs/large/dedf871a1b1d1556aa9ca9655811dd5e.jpg" class="photo" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.snapshots.com.sg/uploads/photos/thumbs/large/5dd86191a64a741946b3185d1a755e75.jpg" class="photo" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After missing running events that I registered and paid for yet didn't participant, I went for Mizuno Wave Run 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 10 mile run. Meaning, my furthest mileage increases by 1km, making it 16km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16km is no achievement in any ways, but it brings me another step close to being more prepared for Standard Chartered Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I, being a bad runner, is bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the bad run sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole running route consists of numerous stopping, jamming, and stockout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping due to traffic lights, lots of traffic lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamming due to walking runners (which includes me as well actually) on narrow pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stockout at water point, which I thought it's due to me being late, hence water were drunk up by the faster runner. It was later which I realised that Terry and gang who were on time, didn't manage to drink much liquid as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next run, I shall improve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike Human Race!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2076707640990001084-326201014162752860?l=dvdalvis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/326201014162752860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2076707640990001084/posts/default/326201014162752860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvdalvis.blogspot.com/2009/09/mizuno-wave-run-2009.html' title='Mizuno Wave Run 2009'/><author><name>David Alvis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15087844722569932661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
