Skai Chan
The site has been moved to http://smokeforwhat.com/smokeslayer with minor modification. Please kindly update if you have linked to it.
A Facebook fan page has been created for it at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Smoke-Slayer/338909411222. Please join as a fan.
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I did a little revamp to the coding of my portfolio, the Ideal Home property site. Addition and modification of pages would be easier in future.
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I woke up after 2pm on Sunday. It was due to the fact that I left Dorothy’s house late in Daniel’s car and I refused to sleep before working on my website. I missed my favourite show – Plan A – on channel 8 again.
It was quite a productive Sunday. I gave gaming a miss with my endurance and finally, I pushed my new website – SmokeForWhat – to live after more than two years of delay.
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Last Saturday was Dorothy’s birthday. It was due to the outing that I halted my Saturday’s jog to Marina Barrage. It started with a couple of weeks ago’s chat with her in the office when she mentioned we did not have lunch together for quite long. Since that weekend was preoccupied with my brother’s chalet and that I had reservist during weekdays, I suggested the Saturday that her actual birthday actually fell on.
I was at the Amara hotel, trying to choose a cake for Dorothy as told by Jingkun. I stood there for quite long since my phone could not show the contacts suddenly. I had to search for the recently dialled list but Dorothy answered the phone for him since he was driving. Next, I checked my SMS for Mei Hoe’s number and she told me Dorothy preferred chocolate. She was nagging at me for I was not on my way yet; however, she ended up reaching there later than me.
It was a torment to squeeze into the crowded train and walking through the crowded Orchard Road with a cake; I had to take at least three times slower than my usual pace to avoid crashing into all the ugly and inconsiderate people. It did not really worth it since Daniel had also bought another cake. Anyway, Dorothy seemed to know that we were celebrating for her somehow.
I was quite disappointed with the Straits Kitchen at Grand Hyatt Hotel. I did not like the variety of food and they were not impressive to me. However, their service was excellence. Of course, the food was more high class than other buffet restaurants.
After the dinner, we chose to go to Dorothy’s house to play mahjong over karaoke. I had a few games in place of Jingkun and I realised I had totally forgotten the drawing of tiles. I spent some time watching television in the living room alone and managed to debug for http://smokeforwhat.com.
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The time has finally arrived. http://smokeforwhat.com is finally ready after more than two years.
Do visit it and give me feedbacks. If you own a blog, link to it please! Join the fan page at
http://www.facebook.com/pages/httpsmokeforwhatcom/291358859248 and invite your friends, regardless of smokers or non-smokers, to join.
I have done my part to help the society, have you?
The weekend has arrived and I can finally switch back to my phone. I’m not particular about holding good phone but the old LG non camera phone is very un-user-friendly and it does not display all contacts in my SIM card.
The week was not bad. I met many kind souls. The early morning’s struggles to wake up were the killers. Apart from that was the distraction from doing things. None of them could understand why I was sleepy during the day because they did not know I had to make full use of the time when I was at home to do as much things as I could.
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It was time to say goodbye to the days of playing pool, table tennis and table soccer for free. After moving to another building, seven of us were stuck in a small room with poor reception.
I needed much more privacy in order to do my planning for my future and also, new websites.
I was lucky except for the travelling part. The gentleman offered to send us out but he was a workaholic who stayed behind for an extra half an hour. I would not have minded if it was a normal day, but I intended to go back to my office to feel the air before the start of the volleyball game – I could not make it on time.
The games were awesome in the absence of someone. After sleeping in different positions over the past few days, my right arm was numbed and thus, injured, such that I could not really perform. We played till late and I had my dinner just before midnight with Kachua at the prata shop near my house.
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Things did not turn out as planned, which was usual. I thought I could spend lots of time reading but someone spoke over the phone as loud as gangster like as if the entire room’s people wanted to hear his long meaningless conversation. I tried to sleep but the sound was too loud.
I tried to do some planning for new websites but friends came over to inspect me. I could never start anything without my privacy, nor did I want to explain what I was going to do, and I never had the energy to broadcast my plan.
I was amazed of myself to wake up in the middle of a lecture, not knowing when it was started. I was also impressed with my appetite that I could finish my lunch after late breakfast for the second day.
I spent most of the free time playing the table soccer and table tennis, and also a little bit of pool.
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Who says having reservist in airbase is relaxing?
I’m shagged. My arms are trembling and strengthless with muscle ache, and my ankle has an abrasion. My eyes are closing…
I had a day of pool and table tennis and my forfeit was eighty push-ups on Monday.
Tuesday was full day of dry lectures and it was definitely torturing. I dozed off for more than half of the time. I was too tired to play table tennis anymore and thus I was playing the table soccer game most of the time with Terry.
Wearing the uniform simply made me hungry.
The greatest thing was when I found out my PES status was C2 L2 with effect from 04/12/2008.
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It had been long since I last took heavy meal on my own account. I kept walking over to the barbecue pit to grab food and also swallow cups of fruit punch. I went to sleep after 3am.
We woke up at around 9.30am to start packing up everything, returning the tables and barbecue tray to the blur auntie. Then, we shared two cabs home.
I was only able to enjoy my favourite show on channel 8 for an hour before noon as my elder brother suggested to go for the famous lor mee at Ah Moy Street. After our brunch, we accompanied our mum to the sen sei to bandage her sprained finger, which cost me $16 without any twisting of the bone.
I spent the entire day sleeping and preparing for my reservist, but eventually I failed to find my army’s driving license.
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