<?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-8544380650252809601</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:53:18.178+08:00</updated><category term='MJ'/><category term='movie'/><category term='parent asking to leave'/><category term='this is it'/><category term='Barker Road'/><category term='ACS Carnival'/><category term='Carnival'/><category term='ACS'/><category term='Unprofessional'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='students'/><category term='Teachers'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='14 November'/><category term='king of pop'/><title type='text'>Joel ♥ Melody Since 4th December 2008</title><subtitle type='html'>Joel &amp;amp; Melody - 4th December 2008</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2707952523358717674</id><published>2010-01-28T09:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:59:56.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOMP Article?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOW! I GOT CREDITED WITH SOMETHING I DID NOT DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2DqX0CcnCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PGWa9qBIXBQ/s1600-h/man_brags_about_getting_off_easy_for_speeding-thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431598845435616290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2DqX0CcnCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PGWa9qBIXBQ/s320/man_brags_about_getting_off_easy_for_speeding-thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The article "Man Brags About Getting Off Easy for Speeding at 200km/hr" caused lots of mayhem and havoc in the STOMP arena. And apparently, the facebook profile page belongs to someone who I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I was made to be the person who posted this thing up to STOMP and the reason was because I always go to STOMP. SO if that is the case, is it why the 'Yellow Ribbon Project' had been deemed a failure over the years due to the skeptical views of people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An article that does not put you all in a good light does not necessary mean that I am the one doing it. But knowing human nature, it could be due to the fact that they need a scapegoat to bear the brunt of such things to make them feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it seemed that unkind remarks had been circulating on Facebook and STOMP which had direct implications that the person is me! Whoo~ So what did Joel do? He made a Police Report on this happening and leaving it to them to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: It is not a crime to put up such things on any platform - whether I am the one who did it or not - but it is a crime to defame people and put fraudulant claims on a public platform. An excerpt of the comments made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2DuhLkmW9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/kOIG7LbOa5Y/s1600-h/stomp+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431603404418210770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2DuhLkmW9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/kOIG7LbOa5Y/s320/stomp+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2Dug5pifiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/b1cnvz0Q_vs/s1600-h/stomp+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431603399607090722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2Dug5pifiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/b1cnvz0Q_vs/s320/stomp+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2DugVDbZHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9gGfjUOR8a4/s1600-h/stomp+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431603389783565426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2DugVDbZHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9gGfjUOR8a4/s320/stomp+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2DugVDbZHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9gGfjUOR8a4/s1600-h/stomp+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Read the comments by this 'missybabe' and you could tell immediately who this person is. Why? Cos only brainless people would make such nonsensical statement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am willing to forgo anything to make sure that I am not deal with this injustice. Asking people to smash up the car of the alleged 'FB' person is not really a wise thing to do......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see what this thing would get down to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2DugVDbZHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9gGfjUOR8a4/s1600-h/stomp+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/8544380650252809601-2707952523358717674?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2707952523358717674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2707952523358717674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2707952523358717674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2707952523358717674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2010/01/stomp-article.html' title='STOMP Article?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/S2DqX0CcnCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PGWa9qBIXBQ/s72-c/man_brags_about_getting_off_easy_for_speeding-thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-7386234440570729790</id><published>2009-12-18T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:07:15.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SG VS THAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SINGAPORE SLINGERS vs THAILAND TIGERS (17 DEC 09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the most pulstating clash to happen in the Singapore Indoor Stadium, the Singapore Slingers got the better of their Thai compatriots to run out 69-66 winners after some terrific play by Kyle Jeffers, Michael Le Blanc and yes, Marcus Ng (finally!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started with KJ winning the tip-off and the Tigers looking to continue from the win over the Slingers at same ground 10 days ago. The Slingers were somewhat in a slump prior to this game, holding a 1-4 record - with the sole win being a come from behind victory over Satria Muda in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Ng was lively, winning every ball and getting defensive rebounds to launch attacks down the flanks of the court. And so was KJ and MLB, with the former still trying to shake off a twisted ankle and the latter hoping to better his 6-point haul in the previous game - all 6 points coming from the charity strip. Al-V was at his usual commanding best as he trys to hold off the offensive trio of Attaporn, Piyapong and one of the best 3-pointers player in Ratdech Kruatiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the worst personnel in the Home team was the stand-in emcee - who looked very lost and does not even look like being able to arouse the home crowd to a cheering mode. It wasn't help when he make wrong calls like the STARTING 5 - as Hong Wei Jian was in it rather than Desmond Oh, pronouncing players' names wrongly by calling Michael Le Blanc "Michale Le Bark", Al-Vergera  "Avacado" and the worst kind of call would be to call shots wrongly. The writer wonders if he even knows how to play basketball when he does not seem to know the jargon properly and use it appropiately. Someone please call the original emcee back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratdech Kruatiwa was at his commanding best as his 3 pointers, together with Piyapong, down the Slingers and the Tigers went as far as grabbing a 11-point lead at one time. As I had always emphasised, the Slingers had always shown great character and their ability to be composed and re-organised themselves saw them cutting the deficit slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-time entertainment saw a friendly basketball game between the Celebrities playing against the Media with the scoreline resembling more of a soccer game than basketball match at Celebrities 0 Media 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Slingers started the better team in the 2nd half and the crowd could start to feel that perhaps, we are able to starve off the 7 points deficit to claim the scalp of the Tigers at the SIS. Moreover, clever play from the Slingers saw top point getter Piyapong being put into foul trouble and having to seat out the 3rd Quarter to avoid being foul-out. His departure meant that the defence would have more time to deal with the threat posed by the Tigers No.12 as well as allow KJ to man mark Ikeena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Slingers' achilies heel remains in their inability to convert free-throws and even Al-V missed 2 straight free throws in one part of the game. Marcus Ng also failed to convert in at least 4 attempts and all this misses may seemed to have a bearing to the game as the Slingers find themselves at 5-7 points length of the Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the Tigers seemed to ease off in the final Quarter and Al-Vergera's 3 pointers with more than 2:30 to play seemed to turn the team on as Marcus Ng made a steal from Attaporn, tries a layup - and see Ikeena being foul out of the game.With this 'Giant' going out, Briggs with 4 fouls clocked and Piyapong playing in the last 2:00, the game suddenly gets on its toes and with 0:31 left on the clock, Singapore Slingers got the lead which they would not relinquish. MLB missed his 2nd Free Throw and with the Slingers and Tigers tied at 66-all. KJ got the offensive rebound and shoot for the 2. 68-66 and with just 0:11, the crowd was on its feet and when Attaporn missed the final shot, with KJ getting the defensive rebound, the crowd were already cheering, the Slingers' girl running around with their pom-pom and the referee blowing for 2 free throws with 0:00 on the clock. KJ gets 1/2 of his FT and see off the Tigers 69-66.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with a break of 3 weeks before the next home game against Philippines Patriots, the Slingers should wake up from their slump and perhaps start with another unbeaten run. In the words of Frank, the head coach for Slingers, "I want to bring the playoff to Singapore, and have Singaporeans watch the playoff in their own home ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmon you Slingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-7386234440570729790?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/7386234440570729790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=7386234440570729790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7386234440570729790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7386234440570729790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/12/sg-vs-thai.html' title='SG VS THAI'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6669653301114697889</id><published>2009-11-24T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:40:06.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1ST ANNIVERSARY MENU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOOD FOR 1ST ANNIVERSARY TO BE EATEN ON 5TH DECEMBER 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is our First Anniversary, I would putting out the menu for the 4th December 2009 - with a twist! From the 3 options, there is 1 that would be the place that we are going to. Which one? 6thDecember 2009 you would have the answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are Melody's favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we are going to eat these food on 5th December 2009 as I would be working on the 4th December, which is a Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) MacDonald's&lt;br /&gt;2) Chinatown Porridge&lt;br /&gt;3) Carrot Cake from Jurong West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LUNCH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Popeye's&lt;br /&gt;2) Mingles&lt;br /&gt;3) Suntec City's Yong Tau Foo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DINNER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Farmart&lt;br /&gt;2) Thai Express&lt;br /&gt;3) Ichiban Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUPPER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Changi Village Nasi Lemak&lt;br /&gt;2) Al-Azahaar's&lt;br /&gt;3) Jln Kayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results be out on 6th December 2009 =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6669653301114697889?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6669653301114697889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6669653301114697889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6669653301114697889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6669653301114697889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-anniversary-menu.html' title='1ST ANNIVERSARY MENU'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-7185579241108565518</id><published>2009-11-16T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:46:35.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW AND FOREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE 1ST ANNIVERSARY SONG OF JOEL &amp;amp; MELODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the official song for our 1st Anniversary which would be happening on 4th December 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had chosen the song 'Now &amp;amp; Forever' by Richard Marx as it clearly depicts the things that I want Melody to know - all nicely summed up in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody Darling:&lt;br /&gt;I know that during this 1 year, we went through a lot of 'wind &amp;amp; storm' and also brave through alot of 'floods' but I want you to rest assure that all this had made our bond grow stronger and teh barriers tougher to break. You are 'the fortune that Heaven had given me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reach the milestone of 1 year being together, I want you to know that 'now and forever, I will be your man'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Richard Marx - Now and Forever (Joe &amp;amp; Mel's Official 1st Anniversary Song)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i'm weary&lt;br /&gt;From the battles that raged in my head&lt;br /&gt;You made sense of madness&lt;br /&gt;When my sanity hangs by a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way, but still you&lt;br /&gt;Seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;Now &amp;amp; forever,&lt;br /&gt;I will be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just hold you&lt;br /&gt;Too caught up in me to see&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding a fortune&lt;br /&gt;That heaven has given to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to show you&lt;br /&gt;Each and every way i can&lt;br /&gt;Now &amp;amp; forever,I&lt;br /&gt;will be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can rest my worries&lt;br /&gt;And always be sure&lt;br /&gt;That i won't be alone, anymore&lt;br /&gt;If i'd only known you were there&lt;br /&gt;All the time,All this time. . .&lt;br /&gt;Until the day the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't touch the sand&lt;br /&gt;Now &amp;amp; foreverI will be your man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-7185579241108565518?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/7185579241108565518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=7185579241108565518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7185579241108565518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7185579241108565518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-and-forever.html' title='NOW AND FOREVER'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-3092258807567038822</id><published>2009-11-14T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:30:36.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent asking to leave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACS Carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14 November'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unprofessional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barker Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnival'/><title type='text'>When a Teacher is not a teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN A TEACHER IS NOT A TEACHER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the ACS Carnival on 14 November 2009 with Melody and thought that it was one of those carnivals that were better missed than to attend (despite the fact that my Uncle kindly gave me S$30 to spend at the carnival through the purchase of coupon from his friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole episode was an experience that I rather forget quickly than to let it remain in my brainwave for a period of time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived to see 2 lolliipop man stopping traffic. They were so pathetic that it looks as though they came out straight from their lalaland having a bad dream. However, as we ventured inner into the school premises, and towards the central area of the Carnival, we were not expecting a rude shock to welcome us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food price at the Carnival is priced like a 6 star hotel but taste perfectlly like your hawker centre - or even worst. A plate of Nasi Briyani sets you back by S$6 (coupon purchase where S$1 = ACS$1) and a hotdog bun is at $2-$3. A cup of Bandung - post mix type - is S$2 and the cheapest thing (and most delicious) you can find are the 'Fried Quail Eggs', priced at S$1 for 4 eggs. Needless to say, the queue was the longest in the Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point of this post is not to rant about how bad the food or pricing were - but about a situation that arose that made me feel super disappointed about the school - and the teaching profession as a whole:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I relate the incident, I would wish to ask a question: &lt;strong&gt;What is the difference between a Father and a Divorced Father?&lt;/strong&gt; (Now... Take 5 minutes to consider this question before reading on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that when we are born out, the sperm-providing party is the Father while the 'hole' that the baby came out from would naturally be the Mother of the child. So, does being divorced stripped them off their position to their children - or even devoid them of the capacity to fulfil their duties as one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Father (apparently divorced) being asked by a teacher (identified as Ms Josephine See) to leave the classroom apparently due to a 'Court Order' that was never produced to the Father, and the Security (someone called 'Sam') was even called to 'chase the Father out'. The questions that are being posed are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Had the teacher in question even considered the repurcussions that arose due to her actions (or moment of folly) and what are they? Not only did she managed to cause much embarassment to the Father, she had also made the whole class know about the problems of a particular classmate who have some 'family problems'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In chasing the Father out due to some 'Court Order', did the teacher even produce the said documents (be it an Order or a letter) to substantiate her claims? As a teaching leader, she would had known that things said without any evidences are considered to be an assertion and are at best, should be treated at face value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What was the intention of the Father entering the said classroom? To see his son or to just merely patronise the stall that belongs to his son's class - and give him his support?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, is chasing the Father out the best option and calling the security being the best measure to 'combat the apperance of the Father'? Is that what the school (ACS Bakar Road) means when they said that 'The Best is Yet to Be'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the school should just explain their stand to the parent - and even to the member of the public - since this member had witnessed the whole fracas. But my gut feel is that even if they do reply, it would be something along this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mock Letter of Reply from ACS ('Buckle' Road)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr XXX,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We refer to the letter that you had written to us indicating your displeasure in an event that occured during the ACS Carnival that was held on 14 November 2009 at our premise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, we would like to thank you for your support and participation in the mentioned event as we allow our students to have a feel as to how setting up a business is like. Moreover, it would also allow the students to have a first-hand experience in dealing with real-life situations like money trading and the purchase/sales of food and souveniers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the unfortunate event that you had witnessed, it stemmed from a misunderstanding of the situation that you has seen. We had interviewed the teacher in question and found out that the said parent in which you had mentioned, was intent on seeing his child. According to the form teacher of the student, the father was very insistent on handing over a 'DS Lite' that he had bought for his son. As a safety precaution, and also not to traumatize the student, we decided that it was in the best interst for the Father to leave the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all times, the teacher was worried about the safety and well being of the child and views asking the Father to leave the classroom as the best and most viable option so as not to make the child feel traumatize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we relate the incident to the child, it was visibly clear that the child felt ashamed of his Father's deeds and could not understand why his dad would make such an action. We also realised that the child was non-chantlant after that and did not enjoy the carnival as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it would inconvinent the teacher to carry the Order around, we would had expected the Father to come to the reception to verify with us if there was any proof (documentary or verbal) that he wants to confirm. He did not do the said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we are in agreeance that this matter could had been solved in a more amicable way. We would also wish to reitearate that the whole incident arose due to the Father's insistance in wanting to see his son - and also considering the well-being of the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank you for writing this letter to highlight your displeasure of the said incident. We also look forward to your continual support in future events. Please note that any donations to the school can be made via the mode of the following:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Bank transfer (Acc No. xxxx-xxxx-xxx)&lt;br /&gt;(2) Donation Card&lt;br /&gt;(3) Cheque (Made payable to "XXX")&lt;br /&gt;(4) Internet Transfer&lt;br /&gt;(5) Cash at our reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mr XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-3092258807567038822?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/3092258807567038822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=3092258807567038822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3092258807567038822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3092258807567038822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-teacher-is-not-teacher.html' title='When a Teacher is not a teacher'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-3274924179353514298</id><published>2009-11-06T08:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:49:51.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOODBYE - AIR SUPPLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the pain living in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And i know how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;You deserve to have so much more&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your heart and i sympathize&lt;br /&gt;And i'll never criticize all you've ever meant to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you down&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lead you on&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hold you back&lt;br /&gt;From where you might belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;br /&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;br /&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say but good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve the chance at the kind of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure i'm worthy of&lt;br /&gt;Losing you is painful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You would never ask me why&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so disguised&lt;br /&gt;I just can't live a lie anymore&lt;br /&gt;I would rather hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;Than to ever make you cry&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to try&lt;br /&gt;Though it's gonna hurt us both&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way than to say good-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-3274924179353514298?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/3274924179353514298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=3274924179353514298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3274924179353514298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3274924179353514298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye.html' title='GOODBYE'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-5332793116484527379</id><published>2009-11-04T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:01:55.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king of pop'/><title type='text'>THIS IS IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SvDdjr42ZUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vMbflsJ2Ytg/s1600-h/MJ+This+Is+It.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400059558363555138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SvDdjr42ZUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vMbflsJ2Ytg/s400/MJ+This+Is+It.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A poster that is synonmous to the dead Michael Jackson (MJ). A concert that was supposed to be his final 'curtain call' and a showcase of his great works throughout his career since the Jacksons 5 days. Now, it is a movie that depicts his final moments before his unfortunate passing away - or didn't he?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caught this movie yesterday (3 November 2009) admist all the hype, movie box records and publicity that was generated prior to it's launched. Kenny Ortega's offering on this showpiece made me write this review on my blog:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) The presentation of this movie is more like a planned thing - the angles in which the cameras took footages of MJ rehearsing and talking and all his actions were incredible. It made you realised that the concert that was so raved about (50 of them) could actually be just a screen covering the actual intention of MJ's. It was never impromptu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&gt; MJ had plans of making a movie blockbuster that would shake the movie industry. What more than using 'footages' of his rehearsals to collage into a movie after his 'death' and screen it for everyone to see. Better still, slap a timeline as to when the movie could be screened worldwide and the whole world would scramble to see this show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) The speeches, actions and segments used were all selected to highlight the best part of those who are still living. Would an 'impromptu' video shoot consist of interview with dancers, musicians and vocalist? The setting of all his 'rehearsals' were also very nicely cheorographed and in no way looked like a rehearsal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&gt; Some call it professionalism, I call it PLANNED. How else would then be so many footages that looks like it comes out from a movie script than a rehearsal. How MJ talks to the way that he conducts himself was actually questionable to some extent as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) There were some moves, actions and antics that were clearly 'un-MJ'. All these 'happenings' happened when MJ was wearing shades and there were footages of other rehearsals of the same song of him not wearing shades.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&gt; Fishy, very fishy. It seemed that top monies were paid to some top impersonator to mimick MJ - either that or he fine-tuned the movie himself and the final touches - if he is not dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would advise fans to watch this film with a pinch of salt - and with some conviction if you need it to believe that the King Of Pop is dead. I personally feel that the movie is a money spin-off for the MJ Estate LLC and also for Kenny Ortega. Appareantly, a DVD featuring more footages would be out, and another sequel - This Is Also It! - would be released out - 2 weeks running time, no less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-5332793116484527379?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/5332793116484527379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=5332793116484527379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5332793116484527379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5332793116484527379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='THIS IS IT!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SvDdjr42ZUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vMbflsJ2Ytg/s72-c/MJ+This+Is+It.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-3540244937846963614</id><published>2009-10-28T12:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:09:37.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates: Happnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;UPDATES: OCTOBER 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not blogging for some time, am back with some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bought ingredients to cook 'ai-xin' dinner for Melody Darling - ended up some lame excuses by her mum. Took my ingredients that I bought and started to cook like as if she bought it. When questioned, she said did not know we wanted to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Fucking hell lo! I buy the ingredient then do not want to cook then for what shit I buy the ingredient for? Pray to God or put under the Sun hope that it would become cooked is it? After that, not even a word of sorry and worst, the prawns that I bought, she mutilated it to become like dunno what. And the fried rice - taste bloody horrible and yucky - one of the worst tasting one that I ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sorry, nothing. I sometimes wonder is it because I am too nice that is why her family are taking advantage of me! Maybe if I treat them like how I treat other people - critical, cold, cunning - then perhaps that would preserve my dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I will never forget this incident - NEVER!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wrote many articles to the Media and got featured in some of them. (BOOMz and S-League)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM87ZcVxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0d8rdqtlc5Q/s1600-h/joe+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397508025535452946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM87ZcVxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0d8rdqtlc5Q/s320/joe+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM9Msi7bI/AAAAAAAAAIs/R2h-CnPzOcw/s1600-h/joe+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397508030178979250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM9Msi7bI/AAAAAAAAAIs/R2h-CnPzOcw/s320/joe+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM8acRMxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k7DhfHnzXdI/s1600-h/Joe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397508016688935698" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM8acRMxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k7DhfHnzXdI/s320/Joe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM8kF4vsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m2um_sZ2RVk/s1600-h/joe+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397508019279412930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM8kF4vsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m2um_sZ2RVk/s320/joe+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM9XYJ8oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O5GpOjcbM8g/s1600-h/joe+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397508033046246018" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM9XYJ8oI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O5GpOjcbM8g/s320/joe+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM8kF4vsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m2um_sZ2RVk/s1600-h/joe+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Am a fan of the Singapore Slingers and so far, I had only watched them win. Caught 2 games: Against Brunei Baracudas and Philippine Patriots. Will be watching them play Satria Muda soon. Anyway, saw my long lost friend Raj Kumar (93.8 Live) and Joanne Peh (Facebook Friend). Also took some photos with the players!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW8t9S_YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/V2SA9GL_beU/s1600-h/P1070533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397519017044016514" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW8t9S_YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/V2SA9GL_beU/s200/P1070533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW73TFzZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-fidFOg6yZM/s1600-h/P1070536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397519002371476882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW73TFzZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-fidFOg6yZM/s200/P1070536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW7jzmjRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZeGkesjAAyc/s1600-h/P1070457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397518997139131666" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW7jzmjRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZeGkesjAAyc/s200/P1070457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW7ROI9DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-Irn1SqHWaY/s1600-h/P1070452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397518992150164530" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW7ROI9DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-Irn1SqHWaY/s200/P1070452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sufcz0Awk6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UknO-hSE1tc/s1600-h/P1070454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397525461120095138" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sufcz0Awk6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UknO-hSE1tc/s200/P1070454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufczOxs3rI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MTaB4SxFW08/s1600-h/P1070539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397525451124825778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufczOxs3rI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MTaB4SxFW08/s200/P1070539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufcyZddy_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/z3R5JE8Wjhw/s1600-h/P1070532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397525436812872690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufcyZddy_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/z3R5JE8Wjhw/s200/P1070532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4) Saw Fernando Alonso in the flesh at Suntec 4 hours before the Qualifying at the Marina Bay Circuit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW8U0TRTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/r-I5QEDuGyY/s1600-h/P1070532.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sufczfo87FI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vRzbBgzG0fo/s1600-h/P1070182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397525455651531858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sufczfo87FI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vRzbBgzG0fo/s200/P1070182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufW8U0TRTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/r-I5QEDuGyY/s1600-h/P1070532.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with Melody and believe that this is the way to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least now we have the common understanding and belief that we are able to live together. No quarrels - nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also had lots of Xin Wang treats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til November 2009 - SAYONARA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Plans for Nov 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) 11th Monthsary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Basketball game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Dinner at Billy Bombers or New York New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) MJ Movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... and many more...&lt;/div&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/8544380650252809601-3540244937846963614?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/3540244937846963614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=3540244937846963614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3540244937846963614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3540244937846963614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-happnings.html' title='Updates: Happnings'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SufM87ZcVxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0d8rdqtlc5Q/s72-c/joe+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-3825098034387337718</id><published>2009-08-12T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:14:01.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>JOKES FOR SHARING (DIRTY ONES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Newly wed girl told mom her husband is still a virgin. &lt;br /&gt;Mom asked "How do you know dear?" &lt;br /&gt;Girl replied "Last night, when we made love, his cock was still in plastic cover." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(2) Immigrant Worker: "Sir, me no come to work, me sick." &lt;br /&gt;Boss: " When I am sick, I have sex with my wife - try it." &lt;br /&gt;2 hours later &lt;br /&gt;Immigrant Worker: "Boss! It worked! Me ok now. You got nice house." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(3) After sex, a newly wed wife kept fondling! her husband's cock. &lt;br /&gt;Husband asked: "Why? Want to have sex again?"&lt;br /&gt;Wife replied: "No dear, I just admiring your cock. I used to have one before." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Woman's lives are hard. Morning, wash clothes. Noon, hang clothes. &lt;br /&gt;Evening, keep clothes. Nite, iron clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Midnight, take off clothes. After midnight, find clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Priest lost his chicken and asked during mass:&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone got a cock?" All men rose.&lt;br /&gt;"I meant anyone seen a cock?" All women rose.&lt;br /&gt;"I mean anyone seen my cock?" All nuns rose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) A Sad story A woman's husband died and she had him cremated. &lt;br /&gt;She then blew his ashes into the ocean and said,&lt;br /&gt;" Sweetheart, this is my last blowjob for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Girl: "Mom what is a penis?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "When you become a good girl, you will get one." &lt;br /&gt;Girl: "But mom, what if I am not a good girl?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Then you will get many, dear!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) A lawyer who was confused in his mathematics asked his secretary:&lt;br /&gt;"If I give you USD3 million less 17.5%, how much would you take off?&lt;br /&gt;"Secretary: "Everything sir! Dress, Bra, panties, Everything." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Schoolgirl: "I do not want to take the sex Education class.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Schoolgirl: "Someone told me that the final exam will be Oral." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Two sperms talking on mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;1st: "I'm somewhere between the fallopian tube and uterus. Are you close-by?"&lt;br /&gt;2nd: "No boy, I am taking a different route. I am just crossing the tonsils." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) Scientists have discovered that the lightest thing in the world is a penis. &lt;br /&gt;This is because it can be lifted up even by just a simple thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-3825098034387337718?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/3825098034387337718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=3825098034387337718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3825098034387337718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3825098034387337718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/08/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-8946242986621502901</id><published>2009-08-07T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:17:45.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHANK yOU gOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I needed help, you were there.&lt;br /&gt;When I was lost and did not know what to do, you were there.&lt;br /&gt;When I need a direction, you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wanna give praise to my Lord for answering my prayers almost insteneously. This morning received the good news that my Dad could be discharged from hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-8946242986621502901?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/8946242986621502901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=8946242986621502901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8946242986621502901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8946242986621502901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-god.html' title='tHANK yOU gOD'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-5772197806897856918</id><published>2009-08-03T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:22:10.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day You Sounded Like An Idiot - Blog Idiot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Day You Sounded Like An Idiot - Blog Idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random but deliberate post (an irony against a person who is full of ironies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovered from my sore throat - wasn't H1N1 - and given 7 days MC for consuming Tamiflu + 30 days excuse Reservist / ICT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I chance upon a few posts from a blog that I really detest a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This person shamelessly post pictures of hamsters belonging to Melody and me as hers. No credits were given to us and she blatantly wrote 'My Hamsters'. With that post, she had committed fraud as she falsely claim ownership of property not belonging to her. Maybe my things are really that good that she had to do so.   ~proud~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This same person claim that I was a H1N1 suspect and that I was spreading the virus to people around me. For someone who is forever stuck in the 4 walls in her room and not work for more than 3 months in any job, this is to enlighten your useless brain: A person is not suspected of H1N1 unless he/she is required to go for the swat test for H1N1. ~Ignorant a$sho£es~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This person told the whole world about how she got selected for a cabin crew position. Seriously, I would write in to the company to inform them of the potential that they are staring at - decline of passengers figures, increase in complaints.  ~Air Whore~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) This is the one that broke the camel's back. Claiming to love her sister a lot (more than I do), this person starts to rant about how my attitude have to change - no indication that her attitude mirrors that of a moron. It is always people who are at fault, and not her. Wonders if she thinks that the world revolves for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) This is the person who actually cancel and delete my post on her FB account because of comments that I made. If you are so broke to marry, then DON'T. What did this person complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Her parents request for 10 tables and that all ang pows for the table would go to the mom - who she claimed to be a money magnet and love money more than anything else. This person did not - in any reasonable way - actually let people know that her parents did not get a single dowry cents from her husband. Moreover, her husband had been 'free-loading' (apparently not his decision) on her family and only recently decided against it. Utilities bills and monthly allowance were not given to her parents by this unfiliall person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) This person also keep calculating on the 'loss' that she would make on the wedding dinner. I was just thinking - during engagment, already collected ang pow from people. Now traditional wedding, also want to collect another ang pow from people. Are they marrying to make money? That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Acting like she knows many things, she actually told the whole world about her wedding plans and stuff, all this while disregarding the fact that she is making a complete fool of herself with her comments and review of places - even putting herself liable for sueing of defamation by placing names prominantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like to sue people, but I only sue people who are able to PAY the compensation figure amount. I think that it is a personal insult to sue someone who cannot pay you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 years old and still cannot wake up the idea - I guess it is YOU who need to change your attitude. Explain why then did your parents feel ashamed and not defended you in anything? And why is your sister longing your departure from the room so that she can claim the whole room her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Peace descend on Punggol residents and their MPs (maybe MPs are safe since that person don't have the calibre to go so high up vis-a-vis myself).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-5772197806897856918?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/5772197806897856918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=5772197806897856918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5772197806897856918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5772197806897856918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-you-sounded-like-idiot-blog-idiot.html' title='The Day You Sounded Like An Idiot - Blog Idiot!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2122854222676879396</id><published>2009-06-18T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:55:41.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUR SUPPORT IS NEEDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click onto the link and support this Dad's undying love for his son - who is parental alienated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JiQR5rVboQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JiQR5rVboQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2122854222676879396?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2122854222676879396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2122854222676879396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2122854222676879396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2122854222676879396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/06/support-needed.html' title='Support needed'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-7290314853806797143</id><published>2009-06-04T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:08:16.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 6TH MONTHSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 4th of June 2009. It is 6 months since Melody accepted me to be part of her life, her everything! Happy am I to have such a great darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, our celebrations started off on a positive note when Melody's sister said 'hi' to me and it seemed that the storm is over and that everything is back to normal again. Moreover, there is this sense of happiness that is starting to surround Melody's home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be starting to work on Sat &amp;amp; Sun from 9am - 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 6th Monthsary Darling! I am glad to have you in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-7290314853806797143?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/7290314853806797143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=7290314853806797143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7290314853806797143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7290314853806797143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-6th-monthsary.html' title='Happy 6th Monthsary'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-8381630578099593206</id><published>2009-06-03T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:05:05.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU WANT OTHERS TO DO UNTO YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU WANT OTHERS TO DO UNTO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning and this phrase kept coming into my head. I really do not know why BUT I guess that I could perfectly relate to the sentence - after what happened over the course of a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) IF you do not want people to make fun of you, don't make fun of others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that sounds so simple, but yet is really so hard to fulfill. This is something that many would be guilty of, but yet would not readily admit it at any time of their life. I say - Do not think that only you have a temper, cos I have one too - and a BIG one. Why do people comment about you is because you have also constantly comment about others as well. The mirror reflects - so you better reflect too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Do not behave the way that you do not want people to behave to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sulk at others, how do you expect others to smile at you? Similarly, if you people with a negative attitude, how do you expect others to positively treat you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people complain about poor attitude, poor service - but how did, or what triggers the said behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Jurong Point food court at the "Chinatown Herbal Soup" stall and was waiting in line to order food from the said. Standing in front of me was a Taiwanese/PRC woman in her 40s who was pushing a children stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Her stroller was parking 'illegaly' and blocking people's path of passage;&lt;br /&gt;b) She was impatient, rude and asserting her authority as a customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incur the wrath of the auntie who was serving her and after the former repeated for the 5th time that she wanted rice, the auntie lose control and became a little aggresive. A fracas ensued and like in their parliamentary debates, the Taiwanese girl had the last say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This post is meant to use examples (real-life) to illustrate and also to let us know about the meaning and application of the phrase that was bugging my mind since I wake up till now*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-8381630578099593206?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/8381630578099593206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=8381630578099593206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8381630578099593206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8381630578099593206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-unto-others-what-you-want-others-to.html' title='DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU WANT OTHERS TO DO UNTO YOU'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2805139892627991167</id><published>2009-06-01T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:07:46.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREATEST GIFT IS YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE GREATEST GIFT IS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been sleeping after 2am for the past few Sundays already =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not know what to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that having Melody by my side is the greatest gift that God had given to me. If like what the bible say that one leg bone from the guy is used to construct a girl, then probably mine was taken away to construct Melody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya dear!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2805139892627991167?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2805139892627991167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2805139892627991167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2805139892627991167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2805139892627991167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/06/greatest-gift-is-you.html' title='GREATEST GIFT IS YOU'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-5380036284289428140</id><published>2009-05-19T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:14:58.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SLIGHTLY LONG AND BORING POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A SLIGHTLY LONG AND BORING POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to make this as exciting as possible as I think that it would be a very long post - although it could just end aruptly if I am not in the mood to blog again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, over this period of time, many things that needed to be straighten up had been straighten and things that needed to be discussed, had been discussed - therefore, it allows me and Melody to have a more transparent relationship and one that is built on trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In a relationship, trust has to be the foundation and not any other things. It is through trust that greater things can be built on that relationship for that relationship. One that is built on lies/sex/money would ultimately crumble one day. When reality sets in, when all becomes transparent, only trust survives... Because only the truth will remain the heat of the sun and the beating of the rain. Learn to trust and trust to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fever of close to 40 deg over the weekends and if you know what is happening around the globe currently, a fever at this point of time would be shunned by everyone - including your loved ones and friends - but luckily for me, Melody was by my side for the duration of my illness, making sure that I recover. She even shed a few tear (not crocodile tears hor) on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Darling, I feel blessed to have you. No matter what, and I mean irregardless of anything, I will, to the best of my abilities, take care of you and be by your side every moment of your life. I want to be the shoulder that you can lie on, the person that you will ask everytime you have a question and the guy who hold your hand tight when you are feeling lost and derailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being asked this question for the most number of times and decided that I should answer this question now: Why are you so critical about things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; No one is perfect in this world, and no matter how perfectionistic you go, you would still be faulted in some things that you do. No one in this world - absolutely nobody - is being TOTALLY HATED nor TOTALLY LOVED by EVERYONE in the world. The problem is which side has more advocates than critics. For me, being critical is the way that I compliment people because I believe in being practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather people say that you look pretty and carry on with the impression that you are as such when in actual fact you are far from the definition - or would you had rather be told the truth, understand your flaws/weaknesses, rectify them and then be headed to the direction of meeting the criteria of the definition? I let you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, feeling a bit groggy now. But what I would like to say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TREASURE THE THINGS THAT YOU HAVE, AND NOT THINGS THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE, COS IF ONE DAY YOU LOST THE THINGS THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE AND WANT IT BACK, IT COULD BE A CASE OF TOO LITTLE TOO LATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-5380036284289428140?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/5380036284289428140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=5380036284289428140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5380036284289428140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5380036284289428140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/05/slightly-long-and-boring-post.html' title='A SLIGHTLY LONG AND BORING POST'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-8721003783173479416</id><published>2009-04-23T10:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:14:33.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Similarities</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOH KAH HENG &amp;amp; YOU ARE SIMILAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Se_XTOic_oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/j8887AtER2Q/s1600-h/ming+yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327713609522675330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Se_XTOic_oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/j8887AtER2Q/s200/ming+yi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the face that many worshipped. This is the face that was seen on TV appealing for donations. Freezing himself in an ice-tub, scaling the skyscrapers at Suntec City. Now, this is the same face that is appearing in the Subordinate Court to face charges. So what went wrong with this guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suspicions aroused when he first appeared in the papers with the honour of being one of the first monks to hold a Nokia (latest model) and behave like a normal person. Well, I believe that he will get his just dues and that the long arm of justice will catch up with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I am puzzled at how asshole some people can be - thinking that she is the greatest and most knowledgable of all. What can I say: Lazy spelt with a capital 'L'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the same person that thinks that the whole world is operating on an 'For Her Basis'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up the freaking idea - you are no longer young anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 years old and still an asshole!!!!! You and Goh Kah Heng are the same - just trying to bluff your way through everything. Even the face resembles!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sorry for both of you parents. The former - you disappointed your mom. The latter - all talk and no action makes you more and more an asshole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pictures Courtest of Straits Times Singapore) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-8721003783173479416?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/8721003783173479416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=8721003783173479416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8721003783173479416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8721003783173479416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/similarities.html' title='Similarities'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Se_XTOic_oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/j8887AtER2Q/s72-c/ming+yi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-4041784510175596708</id><published>2009-04-20T11:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:00:19.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING BITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCKING BITCH (LITERAL MEANING): THIS IS FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to rant and rant and rant. It is so unbearable bottling up my feelings. This post would be rude, yes I know. And it would be something that is no-holds barred. But I can tell you, it is my actual reflection currently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To all readers who thinks that I am the next Xiaxue, FUCK OFF! I am more educated than her. Comment on me ONLY if you have the qualification and/or status to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, please read 'My Information' before you carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the big deal? Do you think that you are the only asshole who knows how to shout? Let me tell you straight to your face the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You are useless - cannot even stay in a job for long. Keep putting it to the fact that you have a doting husband and stuff like that. In actual fact, you are just a useless piece of shit who is lazy to do anything. So what if you are studying? It's just another of those unrecognised private school that really shows off your stupidity. Get into a REAL poly if you wanna talk to me. It is the truth that you are useless when you only know how to sponge on your husband - who himself is starting to worry about his finances and have to put on hold the HDB flat application.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; You can argue that people is jealous with you 'extinct' hubby and that at least he wants to feed you and stuff like that, please.... Have a life! It cannot conceal the fact that you are a lazy bugger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You are selfish - Look who is the selfish person now? FUCK! So stingy. First time meet me do not think that I don't know that you are desperately poor but still want to drink. Target: My 'Sis' boyfriend. Make him order Martell. You think that night I really drunk. You are the kind who after people treat drinks then if the person drunk will throw that person one side kind of person. It's only when your friend's car are not going to your direction (and lo and behold!) your wallet got no money then you decided that my 'Sis' boyfriend is taking a cab. Take a ride from him! Fuck la! If I am selfish, I would be like your friend divide nicely the amount and ask you to pay. Treat you eat Waraku what did you say. Not even a word of thanks! Worst, think that Farmart treat very big ar? Lan Jiao! And o... Did I mention that the money was from the 'extinct' species again? You are a sponger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further reiterate my points, which Sister in the world would make her own younger sister go out and then ask her go home herself knowing that the younger sister is a bit blur. That is caring? My foot is laughing all the way! Care and concern shown in this manner?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Cursing at me right now? More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You are good-for-nothing - What do you call someone who stays at home the whole day and not willing to go out to work - even when the hubby found a job that is only 3 day work week? Haha... You can fill in your own name Bitch. FUCK YOU! Enough said about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You are self-centered - I not happy can leave your home. What about your hubby? He is extinct species because of the following:&lt;br /&gt;a) He stays in your home (instead of vice-versa) and you all do not contribute a single cent to the utilities or allowance to your parents&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Electricity bills for your fucking laptop, heater, air-con, lights, tv, vcr recording etc.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Bathing water no need money?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Food is free? Pluck from air ar?&lt;br /&gt;b) Cos he listens to you i.e. hide under your skirt so cannot see anything so the best source is by listening to the mouth of the skirt's owner.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Chinese got one saying: The daughter that is married away is just like water being thrown out, you can never recover. O my O my, so is that the reason he is extinct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You are a fucker - literally: Which girl, who is concern of her sister, and act so guai when you are just like a whore who is depending on guys. The traits are there. I think you can work at Geylang -wait, make it Keong Siak.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Not mentioning the number of guys who you bring to your home to sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; For the many people who did not know, this is the girl who loves to sponge on guys and then complains about this and that when she do not want to do anything at all. Claiming to be someone of good character (well, she claims that people who know her long enough would know that she is not the kind of person), she is actually the worst kind of human being that you can find - the lowest grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same person who pack food home without asking people if they want to eat and being selfish and label others as 'selfish people' when people fail to cook for her. I recall a sentence that she made "I will not eat food bought by Joel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, you think I like you so fucking useless? I buy the meat and veg using my own money. I respect you dad that is why I did not shout at you. Come on, sue me you bitch woman of an asshole. You are an insult to woman cos you make woman the unequal gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I REPEAT WHAT I SAID TO YOU THIS FUCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BITCH YESTERDAY AGAIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RESPECT IS EARNED, NOT GIVEN. AND BITCHES DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT COMMAND ANY RESPECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COME AND SUE ME LA.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPEECHLESS? COS I SAID OUT ALL YOUR BAD THINGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE TRUTH HURTS, THE BITCH SUCKS..... NNB CCB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-4041784510175596708?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/4041784510175596708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=4041784510175596708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4041784510175596708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4041784510175596708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/fucking-bitch.html' title='FUCKING BITCH'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-3035224766730760789</id><published>2009-04-17T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:13:39.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I STARTED A JOKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I STARTED A JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.I&lt;br /&gt; started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if i'd only seen that the joke was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And i fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that i'd said.&lt;br /&gt;Til i finally died, which started the whole world living,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if i'd only seen that the joke was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And i fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that i'd said.'til i finally died, which started the whole world living,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if i'd only seen that the joke was one me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This song kept playing in my mind. It is one of those days where a certain song keeps getting into your head. Why? I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss my darling Melody a lot. I guess, she is really that important to me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-3035224766730760789?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/3035224766730760789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=3035224766730760789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3035224766730760789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3035224766730760789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-started-joke.html' title='I STARTED A JOKE'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-7906174751919835588</id><published>2009-04-16T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:06:20.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNCOVER THE MEANING....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNCOVER THE MEANING.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You seemed to be happy with your life" and "hope that you are real fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 phrases echo in my head for a while. Let me dissect this seemingly harmless phrases and uncover the real meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You SEEMED to be happy with your life" denotes the following:&lt;br /&gt;1) You are pretending to be happy&lt;br /&gt;2) You think that you are happy&lt;br /&gt;3) Are you really happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hope that you are REAL fine" denotes the following:&lt;br /&gt;1) Please be real and see if you are fine&lt;br /&gt;2) If you are pretending, stop pretending&lt;br /&gt;3) Trying to act in front of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it's either the way that Singaporeans tries to show off their linguistic ability - which failed terribly - or just a case of sacarsm. Whichever, I hope that it is the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell from work: Sweaty - damn cannot take it this indian man who smells like the rojak stall&lt;br /&gt;Smell to work: Perfume - the korean lady had a nice perfume smell that made the whole MRT smelt like the cologne section of Tangs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-7906174751919835588?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/7906174751919835588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=7906174751919835588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7906174751919835588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7906174751919835588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/uncover-meaning.html' title='UNCOVER THE MEANING....'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-7872260735722765285</id><published>2009-04-15T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:32:13.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell of the day.... 15/4/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMELL OF THE DAY..... 15/04/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell that I got today when going to work: Perfume..... nice nice smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell that I got yesterday when going back from work: Perfume...... nice nice smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite lucky... hope to get such experience.... Must choose the right carraige!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-7872260735722765285?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/7872260735722765285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=7872260735722765285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7872260735722765285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/7872260735722765285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/smell-of-day-15409.html' title='Smell of the day.... 15/4/09'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-5115012822172877866</id><published>2009-04-14T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:00:31.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell of the day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMELL OF THE DAY - 14 APRIL 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that on the MRT, there are a total of 4 smells:&lt;br /&gt;1) Armpit&lt;br /&gt;2) Body Odour&lt;br /&gt;3) Perfume&lt;br /&gt;4) After Work smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write the smell of the day everyday I board the train for and from work. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR WORK (14 APRIL 09): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ARMPIT SMELL FROM THE MALAY ITE STUDENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROM WORK (13 APRIL 09): &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PERFUME SMELL FROM CHINESE LADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-5115012822172877866?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/5115012822172877866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=5115012822172877866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5115012822172877866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5115012822172877866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/smell-of-day.html' title='Smell of the day....'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-3716037753937873990</id><published>2009-04-14T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:56:59.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pek Chek Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pek Chek Post!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraustrated......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this feeling inside me that makes me feel like so...... arrrghhhh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily... there is always my adorable and caring Darling Melody who is coming to lunch with me later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya loads darling!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-3716037753937873990?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/3716037753937873990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=3716037753937873990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3716037753937873990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3716037753937873990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/pek-chek-post.html' title='Pek Chek Post'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-8201727891009486128</id><published>2009-04-13T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:27:47.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHRASE OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHRASE OF THE DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS ONLY AFTER THE BAD THINGS THAT HAPPEN, THEN YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD; UNLESS YOU ARE IN SINGAPORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-8201727891009486128?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/8201727891009486128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=8201727891009486128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8201727891009486128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8201727891009486128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/phrase-of-day.html' title='PHRASE OF THE DAY'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-4676329392341712752</id><published>2009-04-13T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:11:28.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM RANDOM RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RANDOM RANDOM RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the magic number is 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days - that was the number of days that I did not have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feelings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are a funny thing. It comes, then without knowing, it goes away. I just hope that Darling's feelings for me would not come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Podcast&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to do a podcast with a well-known celebrity. Considering.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Money&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really the most important thing in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can tell that everything is so random?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-4676329392341712752?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/4676329392341712752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=4676329392341712752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4676329392341712752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4676329392341712752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-random-random.html' title='RANDOM RANDOM RANDOM'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-1670740805391391062</id><published>2009-04-07T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:41:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SONG THAT SAYS EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SONG THAT SAYS EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to this song and love it a lot. It is an old song, but I think that the meaning is still there. Totally related to how I felt when I knew Darling Melody then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can't Fight This Feeling by Reo Speedwagon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight this feeling any longer&lt;br /&gt;And yet i'm still afraid to let it flow&lt;br /&gt;What started out as friendship, has grown stronger&lt;br /&gt;I only wish i had the strength to let it show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that i can't hold out forever&lt;br /&gt;I said there is no reason for my fear&lt;br /&gt;Cause i feel so secure when we're together&lt;br /&gt;You give my life direction&lt;br /&gt;You make everything so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even as i wander&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping you in sight&lt;br /&gt;You're a candle in the window&lt;br /&gt;On a cold, dark winter's night&lt;br /&gt;And i'm getting closer than i ever thought i might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can't fight this feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what i started fighting for&lt;br /&gt;It's time to bring this ship into the shore&lt;br /&gt;And throw away the oars, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i can't fight this feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what i started fighting for&lt;br /&gt;And if i have to crawl upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;Come crashing through your door&lt;br /&gt;Baby, i can't fight this feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been such a whirlwind since i saw you&lt;br /&gt;I've been running round in circles in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And it always seems that i'm following you, girl&lt;br /&gt;Cause you take me to the places that alone i'd never find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even as i wander i'm keeping you in sight&lt;br /&gt;You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night&lt;br /&gt;And i'm getting closer than i ever thought i might&lt;br /&gt;And i can't fight this feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what i started fighting for&lt;br /&gt;It's time to bring this ship into the shore&lt;br /&gt;And throw away the oars, forever&lt;br /&gt;Cause i can't fight this feeling anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what i started fighting for&lt;br /&gt;And if i have to crawl upon the floor&lt;br /&gt;Come crushing through your door&lt;br /&gt;Baby, i can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-1670740805391391062?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/1670740805391391062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=1670740805391391062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1670740805391391062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1670740805391391062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-that-says-everything.html' title='THE SONG THAT SAYS EVERYTHING'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-5611405246312840760</id><published>2009-04-06T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:15:29.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Monthsary - Celebrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4th Monthsary - Celebrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Monthsary and celebrated with Melody a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on the 3rd April 2009 with a visit to Calvin's office at i-vic. It is the call centre for McDonald's, F1 and other companies. It is basically an outsourcing company that deals with the call centre aspect. Do contact them should you want to explore outsourcing opportunities with them. Email me for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eye-opener for her and she enjoyed her time there. We left at 9.15pm and headed to Marina Square for KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing happened when I managed to catch 7 soft toys from a toy catcher with $1. It totally amazed Melody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 4th April, the day itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Far East Plaza and have lunner (lunch &amp;amp; dinner) at this cafe called Chitaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She have:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sambal Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He have:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fried E-Mee&lt;br /&gt;- Bandung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;We have:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fried You Char Kway (with sotong paste)&lt;br /&gt;- Fried Wanton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cheap meal and cost us only $15.50. Melody likes the You Char Kway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Suntec and the thought was to go to Gloria Jean's and slack there. But the problem was that did not have the mood to and ended up going to the arcade to look at people catch toys. We did not spend a single cent there, but we ended up heading to Marina Square to play the UFO Catcher and got Melody her complete set of 'Rabbit Head'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Glutton Square at Esplanade to take our supper after that. Ordered the Orh Luah (Oyster with starchy battery) and satay (5 mutton, 5 chicken). I must say that the food there is very expensive. This simple fare cost us $14. And we will not really satisfy with what we had. But the sheer presence of her makes the expericnce an enjoyable one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend the night at her home on the cold, hard floor and then finally went home only at 9am the next morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, it is already 4 months and my feelings for your remain so true and so same. I hope to build up the future with you... And be by your side come what may ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note: Photos can be viewd by going to Melody's blog page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-5611405246312840760?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/5611405246312840760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=5611405246312840760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5611405246312840760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5611405246312840760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/4th-monthsary-celebrations.html' title='4th Monthsary - Celebrations.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6250492809889442316</id><published>2009-04-01T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:31:14.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky 4th Monthsary Coming Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky 4th Monthsary Coming Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tour of McDonald's Call Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 4th Monthsary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Chill-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Darling to catch 2 games in 2 nights. We used to witness only 1 goal per game, but this 2 nights, it became 4 goals a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that she is very good in predicition football outcomes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Monthsary coming and there would be a surprise for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watch out this space*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6250492809889442316?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6250492809889442316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6250492809889442316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6250492809889442316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6250492809889442316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-4th-monthsary-coming-up.html' title='Lucky 4th Monthsary Coming Up'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-4756440619528592640</id><published>2009-03-31T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:53:21.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despondent Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despondent Post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling have been asking me all this while "Really meh" whenever I tell her "I love you". Wondering why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. My mind is in a twirl and sometimes, I am just asking myself if that is the way that I should live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despondent &amp;amp; without a target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-4756440619528592640?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/4756440619528592640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=4756440619528592640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4756440619528592640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4756440619528592640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/despondent-post.html' title='Despondent Post'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-1983095142385011686</id><published>2009-03-24T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:23:34.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sch8R89mC6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/7ARzw_QeFhk/s1600-h/P1050984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316636007974964130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sch8R89mC6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/7ARzw_QeFhk/s200/P1050984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is love equals to the total number of hours spent together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is love equals to the days that you know each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is love equals to the number of gifts that you buy for each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know... Tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8544380650252809601-1983095142385011686?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/1983095142385011686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=1983095142385011686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1983095142385011686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1983095142385011686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-is.html' title='Love is....'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sch8R89mC6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/7ARzw_QeFhk/s72-c/P1050984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-4670430449645878332</id><published>2009-03-19T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:30:05.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook &amp; It's Applications</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Facebook &amp;amp; It's Applications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook have all these quizzes that claims to be able to analyse characters and which person are you and all that... I took part in many quizzes and my outcome was as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Japanese name is Toshiro - which means talented and smart in Japanese&lt;br /&gt;- I am supposedly to be Cao Cao in the Dynasty Warriors character&lt;br /&gt;- I am supposedly to be damn good at bed&lt;br /&gt;- I am supposedly to be the best lover&lt;br /&gt;- I am supposed to die on 29 Feb 2016&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, call me Toshiro-san from now on then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great moments with Melody this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya.. I am hooked on PES 2009 on my PSP console. Do not ask me why... Just that 'Badboyz FC' is doing so damn well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-4670430449645878332?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/4670430449645878332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=4670430449645878332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4670430449645878332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4670430449645878332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-its-applications.html' title='Facebook &amp; It&apos;s Applications'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6986523872007452175</id><published>2009-03-17T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:06:17.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter from Your Boss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Letter from Your Boss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: All Staff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, the realities of the downturn have hit home and I am forced to introduce the following cost-cutting measures to help shore up our beloved company. I know you will understand that the pain is temporary and the gains will be there for all of us to reap when the company comes through these difficult times stronger... and ready to ride the next big wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with immediate effect, all staff will be required to adhere to the following:&lt;br /&gt;a. The cups on the two vending machines are to be recycled. Annabelle has already sterilised them.&lt;br /&gt;b. Sabbatical leave: Executives booked for New York will now go to Kukup in Johor Bahru instead. Senior executives can go further - up to Yong Peng.&lt;br /&gt;c. Our chalet lease in Pulau Ubin has ended. However, as the management takes a keen interest in staff welfare, we have arranged with Francis (from Admin Dept) to rent out one of his rooms at Blk 923, Pasir Ris Drive. His flat was chosen for its proximity to the sea and you can still see Ubin from the window.&lt;br /&gt;d. Entertainment claims: Staff will be required to go for a 30-min demonstration by Raj from Finance Dept, who will show you how to withdraw your credit card slowly from your wallet (58 secs), so that others at a business lunch will inadvertently beat you to it when the bill comes.&lt;br /&gt;e. The Valentine's Day white chocolates (Deluxeur) which I gave out in January : Those of you who have yet to open the box, please return them expiry date: Dec 2009).&lt;br /&gt;f. Monthly Best Employee Award : The $1000 cash award will now be replaced by a box of Deluxeur white chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;g. Annual Best Employee Award : The 14-day Disneyland/Hawaii tour and solid gold Rolex Oyster watch will be replaced by TWO boxes of Deluxeur white chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;h. Medical: The Oxfordshire-Hopkins Medical Group will no more be on our panel. Annabelle will give you the address of Hong Tong Hong Medical Hall in Sungei Road . Bring your company pass for a 10% discount.&lt;br /&gt;i. Country Club Memberships : Senior executives must return their membership cards to Annabelle, who will then register your name with Bishan Community Centre.&lt;br /&gt;j. Transport Allowance : No reduction of rate! However, it will be paid on alternate months.&lt;br /&gt;k. Gifts for clients : New choices. The Bohemian Crystal list will be replaced by the one from 7-eleven.&lt;br /&gt;l. Annual Dinner &amp;amp; Dance : No change (March 20, yay!), but the venue is switched from The Ritz-Carlton to the void deck of Annabelle's flat in Ang Mo Kio Avenue 10.&lt;br /&gt;m. Bonus : This time, staff welfare comes first! Instead of the usual amount, we raised it up to $2 million. Each employee will be given a Singapore Sweep ticket. The draw is on March 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Chief Financial Officer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6986523872007452175?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6986523872007452175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6986523872007452175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6986523872007452175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6986523872007452175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-from-your-boss.html' title='A Letter from Your Boss...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2537314658974080668</id><published>2009-03-17T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:52:57.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring... Boring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boring... Boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to rant about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining, caught in the rain, feeling tired in office... What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wishing melody's sister good luck in her studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamsters going to take part in a contest soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2537314658974080668?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2537314658974080668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2537314658974080668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2537314658974080668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2537314658974080668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/boring-boring.html' title='Boring... Boring...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2917305313150218061</id><published>2009-03-16T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:56:33.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nothing Amazing Weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Nothing Amazing Weekend!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13 came and went away. Nothing amazing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some Happenings of us over the 14 - 15 March 2009 Weekend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Joel &amp;amp; Melody went to the 'Living Courtroom'. Pictures to be out on her blog (mine not that pictureful la!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Joel &amp;amp; Melody waited Express 502 for 45 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Joel &amp;amp; Melody talked on the phone - Joel slept again, and shit... Melody was damn angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Joel is going to marry Melody in 7 years time!!! (Yeah!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing amazing as you can see. But, we had a happy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool won 4-1 against Man U - the latter's heaviest defeat since 1937 when they fall by the same scoreline at home to QPR (hohoho...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of funny endings, let me try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"What you cook, I also eat. As long as it is cooked by my darling..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This should be accompanied by a picture of something gross... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2917305313150218061?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2917305313150218061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2917305313150218061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2917305313150218061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2917305313150218061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-amazing-weekend.html' title='A Nothing Amazing Weekend!!!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2460303164971878703</id><published>2009-03-13T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:48:50.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Joel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bad Joel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and Melody played wrestling while washing the hamster cage, Melody fell and hit her head, Melody cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel is no good... Whole day make Melody cry! For every 1 smile, he will make her cry 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Darling Melody. I will not make you cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2460303164971878703?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2460303164971878703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2460303164971878703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2460303164971878703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2460303164971878703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-joel.html' title='Bad Joel!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2221834526620562594</id><published>2009-03-12T08:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:43:11.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Irony in an Irony, in an irony!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Irony - In an Irony - In an Irony!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel have &lt;u&gt;nothing to blog&lt;/u&gt; on the 12th March 2009. He is utterly disappointed with things that are unfolding in front of his eyes, words that are spoken out and also actions that are being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also very sad that he still have to examplify things in order to get things done his ways. He feels that there are many people getting away with horrible, disgusting behaviors that could eventually consign them to HELL. However, the only reason why people are getting away for their misdoings is because they are:&lt;br /&gt;1) fiercer than others;&lt;br /&gt;2) louder than others;&lt;br /&gt;3) demanding than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This people usually say something but then their actions differ from what was spoken. However, the amazing thing is that eventually, they would push the blame on others as a result of what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world does not owe anybody a living and neither do they owe anyone a living. It does not mean that just because they thought that they have the divine right to accuse people of things that they &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; they are wrong means that they can do whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also particularly amazed with people who are not born with a silver spoon in their mouth but act like they come from a wealthy family. They always think that they possess the best character that can be found in any living organism, thing in this world. They would also boast about their behavior and then tell people that they are not proud at all. Of course, boastful and proud are 2 seperate things they would tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pampered people - or rather lazy people - as he would like to term them, irks the freaking shit out of him. Imagine not wanting to lift a finger to do work, doing things that are of interest to them and then complaining. He read a lot of blogpost from a lot of bloggers - some are good and some are downright shittish - written by people who keep asking questions like "What is your problem?" when in actual fact they are the one with problems. So much about saying that they are nice people and good people. Too many of them. So fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he do not want to sound like a particular blogger named X*****, but he could understand the way that she blog sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just too many idiots in the world for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Did he say he have nothing to blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2221834526620562594?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2221834526620562594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2221834526620562594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2221834526620562594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2221834526620562594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/irony-in-irony-in-irony.html' title='An Irony in an Irony, in an irony!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6746316291947195641</id><published>2009-03-11T10:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:40:36.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Wood Ox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a Wood Ox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Facebook and this was supposedly my character analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Kong (28 Feb 1985)&lt;br /&gt;THE WOOD OX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscopes provided courtesy of Suzanne White and Master Rao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Brief Description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The Ox is full of strength and a born leader, they are methodical and good with their hands. They can also be introverted and often feel misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Positive Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;patient, contemplative, skillful, dexterous, eloquent, confident, familiar, authoritative, industrious and sure of foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Negative Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prejudice, chauvinistic, proud, tyrannical, petty, critical, eccentric, bigoted, conservative, grumpy and on occasion violent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;General Description of All Oxen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Pragmatic and down-to-earth, Ox people are motivated to work hard and have no respect for lazy or careless people. Although they can be easily trusted and find it easy to put trust in others, they are not dependent on friends and family and would rather find an answer or a solution themselves than to ask these people for help or guidance. However, others can, without a doubt rely on Oxen, who are always honest and meticulous about their responsibilities. While they do not feel the need for many distant or acquaintance-oriented friendships, they value the strong bonds they share with their partners and families, and make close friends that last a lifetime.Though they are quite open-minded, once Ox people have made a decision about something, they rarely change it. This is a defining characteristic that can be seen as obstinacy, but it is actually the way an Ox learns to be strong, brave and straightforward. It is the way the Ox learned to take on tasks and responsibilities and how he learns to be reliable for others. Oxen are more comfortable with the well-known as opposed to the unfamiliar. Yet, beneath their unpretentious, tranquil exterior lies a heart of gold and a motivation to prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Detailed Description of The Wood Ox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Understanding and fair, these are the least unyielding of the Oxen and the most apt to change and accept new ideas. A more liberal attitude gives them the ability to appreciate the value of being a part of a team, and other members of the team respect the high principles of the Wood Ox. They are particularly self-confident giving them an air of unspoken authority. This characteristic means that Wood Oxen are often chosen as leaders or spokespeople. They also have a shorter fuse than other Ox people, and are more likely to be outspoken or to stand up in a crowd to be heard. These Oxen are quite devoted to those they love and make strong and affectionate friends and relations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6746316291947195641?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6746316291947195641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6746316291947195641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6746316291947195641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6746316291947195641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-wood-ox.html' title='I am a Wood Ox'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6437894040059734715</id><published>2009-03-11T09:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:42:29.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 March 2009 - Thoughts, Feelings, Ideas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11 March 2009 - &lt;/span&gt;Thoughts, Feelings, Ideas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt an insupressable urge to blog today after so many things happened in the last 24 hours since I posted my last entry and here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Liverpool won - and they won BIG!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool - if you still do not know, the team that I support - had just beaten Real Madrid 4-0 (Agg 5-0). This is considered to be something unthinkable before the game kick-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Podcast&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I started to download podcasts on my mobile phone to listen on the way home from work. I know that such things exisited since the days I was in Army, but the thing is that I am not someone who loves to listen to clips that are less than 5 minutes. This was until Joe Augustin - yes, the guy who was fired from 91.3 and then Power 98 - started his own podcast on a daily basis, available on the web for download at no charges. For those who are interested, the address to download is &lt;a href="http://morningjam.com/"&gt;http://morningjam.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to make it clear that I am no fan of Joe Augustin, and thinks that sometimes, he says things that really makes him belong to the 'Fools' section. However, you have to give credit to this guy's never-say-die spirit. His podcast are actually very good, very entertaining - given the fact that that is his FIRST, and also him being a greenhorn in this area - though he is a self-confessed techie geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joel's Thoughts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, going into the main point of this post...&lt;br /&gt;The question of the day: Would you allow your spouse to share the same room with your opposite sex partner (e.g. allow your wife to sleep in the same room as your brother)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have this picture ever crossed your mind? You and your wife sleeping in the same room with your brother? I mean yes, no doubt that you trust your siblings, but we cannot also discount the fact that every single individuals have needs of their own. What happens if - for example - you are bathing and your brother is playing away with your girlfriend? Or if at night your sibling decides to have 'some fun' with your partner and you are unaware about it? Or worst, your partner decides to be funny and sexually harrass your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to clarify that this thought does not mean that I do not trust my brothers and/or my girlfriend. They are the most fantastic people in the world whom I believe have the highest degree of integrity. Just relating to what I heard from my friend and decided to make it as a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Words of Wisdom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say someone have a bad character - when your character is nowhere near good in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Many a times, people complain about this and complain about that. Many people loves to compliment themselves, even going to the extent to clarify like ".... for those who know me long enough, you will know that I am not usually like that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, these are all excuses. With all due respect, I respect (no puns intended) people who are willing to acknowledge that they have fault and that they are willing to change. I know of many who keep saying that they want to change - but at the end of 128753257027 hours, they still manage to remain status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Joel's terminology, this is call "self delusion". These are people who lives in their own utopic world, not seen the harsh reality of life - but thought that they went through every single darn aspect of life. When probed further, this bunch of people would say, what I opined as childish arguement, that I did not mention your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example:&lt;br /&gt;A: I think that &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; are someone with bad character!&lt;br /&gt;B: But I do not think so and I am still changing for the better.&lt;br /&gt;A: I hate people who not 100% confirm then say things like it is confirm!&lt;br /&gt;B: But it was confirm til situation and circumstances changes everything what.&lt;br /&gt;A: I did not say it was YOU in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this conversation and it is self-explanatory. Moreover, from this conversation, you could tell how self-centred A is. This is the kind of people who I despised and thinks that they are of the lowest status in the society today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parting sentence?&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken by people with status, qualifications and work experience usually carries more weight than those spoken by people who thinks they have status, not very high qualifications and zero work experience (I only consider people who stays in a job for more than 12 months or in the workforce continously for 12 months to have work experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No special inference to anybody or anyone. This post is written in the spirit of 'Say what you want to say, blog what you want to blog'. If you feel offended by this post, probably you fit the criteria which is why you are fuming mad now and cursing and swearing at me. Go ahead! At least I am your channel to vent your fraustration - which gives me another reason to believe that I have more uses as a human being. I will not feel offended - I have no time for children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6437894040059734715?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6437894040059734715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6437894040059734715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6437894040059734715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6437894040059734715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-march-2009-thoughts-feelings-ideas.html' title='11 March 2009 - Thoughts, Feelings, Ideas!!!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-3911483927151349353</id><published>2009-03-10T10:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:42:01.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character and Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character and Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this post with absolutely no reference or inference to anybody. Just giving my 2 cents worth of what I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Character&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, individuals would argue that they have the best characters and that the misunderstanding of them is due to people not knowing them well (a very common excuse). According to 'Pyschatrist Weekly', this phenomenam (or illness rather) is termed as a self-consoling act by individuals who want to re-assure themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this report, I cannot help but draw parallels with many individuals that I know who are suffering from this illness. Their symptoms include self-pitiness, blaming everyone except for themselves and demonstrating behaviour that cleary exhibits the exact opposites of what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not say that I have the best character in the world - but at least I know that I have a forgiving heart - which many could attest to (and I have shown it many times). Many individuals would claim that they are forgiving, but it is all tagged in mouth, with no realistic actions shown. Due to sensitivity issues, I would not wish to explain nor expand more on this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character building is not something that is done within 3 days. However, character is something that would never change even after a while as it is an innate thing. Someone who is lazy would remain lazy irregardless of what they try to convince themselves to do. This is similar to someone who is hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: Why would an auntie continue working even though she is able to retire and let her children support her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: She is hardworking and therefore, she cannot stand staying at home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: Her children never support her and instead rely on her to support them. Worst still if her children bring in even more 'family members' for the parents to support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to reason 2, I personally saw so many examples that I promise myself: I will support my parents when I am out working - which I did. I will also support my parents-in-law if I have the ability to and the reason is simple: They spend a good part of their youth supporting their children, shouldn't we repay them back when we are able to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people always know how to potray what good character is, but do they really show it with their actions? Having a good character, in my most humble opinion and base on 'Building Your Character' by Max Hedwell is actually not commenting on others but correcting on oneself first. I particularly love the example that he gave in the book in which a woman always grumble about the bad habits of her spouse but in the end, she - too - possess the same bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I finally am convinced with this phrase "The Jiang Mountain can be moved, but the character is hard to change".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Job&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly recall the tension that I suffer when I am left with no job - no thanks to the 3 months notice that I have to serve in my previous company. The joy that I get from getting my current job is inexclipable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time that I was free, I split people into 4 different categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat 1: People who cannot stop working&lt;br /&gt;This category of people would do anything to stay employable. They do not mind pay cuts, extra jobload - as long as they can work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat 2: People who want to work&lt;br /&gt;This category of people wants to work. But the conditions of work must be conducive for them to start working. Work is not so much as a must - the most important thing is the renumeration that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I belong to this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat 3: People who do not want to work&lt;br /&gt;This category of people plainly do not want to work for any and every reason that they can find. However, they are not the worst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat 4: People who &lt;em&gt;thinks&lt;/em&gt; that they want to work, but are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; working&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst. They will keep saying that they want to work. There are opportunities for them to talk the talk and walk the walk but in the end, they will reject the chance with some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who belongs in category 4. He was lucky that he have a very good wife who works to support him - and his gambling habits. One day, his wife found him a job - 3 days work week, 9am - 3pm and in an office environment. He simply thanked his wife by saying that the job did not meet his requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words. Prove it with your action. Saying wanting to do something and actually doing it is 2 different matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This post is based on a course that I had conducted on 27 March 2008 titled "&lt;em&gt;Jobs and Character - Mould them right!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-3911483927151349353?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/3911483927151349353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=3911483927151349353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3911483927151349353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/3911483927151349353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/character-and-job.html' title='Character and Job'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-1028646245485259261</id><published>2009-03-09T09:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:42:59.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Still Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can You Still Remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saw B, A fell in love with B, A marry B... But can they still remember the process of what happen during their relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people out there can still remember when was their first kiss with their loved ones? How many people out there can still remember where was their first hold-hand venue was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my bed, I cannot help but keep thinking - would I ever forget the venue and circumstances that I held my darling's hands; kiss her......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just me - feeling emo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-1028646245485259261?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/1028646245485259261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=1028646245485259261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1028646245485259261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1028646245485259261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-still-remember.html' title='Can You Still Remember...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-8158983113020645339</id><published>2009-02-28T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:43:26.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 24!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am 24!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbC1YZXiqiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3kYaGu3SINU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943391400929826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbC1YZXiqiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3kYaGu3SINU/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbC1UBmkvZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Tjbbn2AxUcQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943316302052754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbC1UBmkvZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Tjbbn2AxUcQ/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbC1PWXvobI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-JU2vjMt5Tc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943235977650610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbC1PWXvobI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-JU2vjMt5Tc/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, as the clock struck at 12mn to usher in 28 February 2009, Joel turned 24, admist Melody singing Happy Birthday (animal version), and in the ulu carpark at East Coast Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melody went to JP beforehand to buy the cake and then place it behind the car before we went for our 1000+km journey over the weekend. This is the first time that I cut my birthday cake at the stroke of midnight and that alone, makes it a very memorable birthday - much more memorable than what I had for my 21st birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I turn 24, I am reflecting on what had happen during this past few years of my period - what I have achieved, where I am now and what I want in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for a fact that with Darling by my side, everything will fall into places as she would be there to ensure that Joel gets on track!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling, thank you for everything that you had done to make my birthday such a great one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-8158983113020645339?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/8158983113020645339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=8158983113020645339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8158983113020645339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8158983113020645339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-24.html' title='I am 24!!!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbC1YZXiqiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3kYaGu3SINU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-8132099774728422148</id><published>2009-02-16T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:57:41.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I finally started work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 22 January 2009, I was without a job as I have left the Company. I left admist the fact that not many people knows about it and only a handful could garner news from their sources. I just think that sometimes, companies should allow their staff to say their 'good-byes' to partners and associates before they leave for a better and more amicable parting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a happier note, this current job offers me higher pay, shorter working hours and a chance to learn more on the job. It is in the legal circle and I believe that I would be able to excel in this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also promise Darling that I would love her more and not make her angry again. Looking forward to my birthday now!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-8132099774728422148?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/8132099774728422148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=8132099774728422148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8132099774728422148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8132099774728422148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2782959690088574862</id><published>2009-02-15T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:27:07.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her 1st Gift to Me</title><content type='html'>During the week of Feb 9 - Feb 13 2009, I took part in an on-going contest organised by Class 95 to earn a chance in getting on the love boat. The contest was different each day and I managed to take part in 3 out of 5 editions - earning a shot for that once-in-a-lifetime experience. The contest were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Write a poem that forms the word 'VALENTINE'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Relate an incident of how you and your partners met each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: Write a poem that forms the word 'LOVEBOAT'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurday: Make a sound that best describes your partner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Use 4 words to describe your partner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss out on the Tuesday and Friday edition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, Darling used a photo that we took, with the poem that I wrote to give me her very first gift to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa83jpjLcZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mzc18dCUN_o/s1600-h/Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309523571281457554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa83jpjLcZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mzc18dCUN_o/s200/Picture12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the kind of gift that I believe every one would hope their respective partners would give them - combined effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you darling =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2782959690088574862?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2782959690088574862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2782959690088574862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2782959690088574862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2782959690088574862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-1st-gift-to-me.html' title='Her 1st Gift to Me'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa83jpjLcZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mzc18dCUN_o/s72-c/Picture12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-5970324733107299140</id><published>2009-02-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:15:23.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Photo Taking with Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While most couples celebrate their V-day on 14th Feb, our 1st V-day was celebrated on 15th Feb 2009 - after that very heated argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things started off with me having to go home and change into something nicer as I was 'inappropiately attired' - but it was definitely worth it. We headed to Orchard Road - LIDO - to have lunch and then a walk-about in the vincinity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time that we took photo together also occur on this very day - changing Japan Yen to take the neo-prints. Talking about neo-prints, it is getting more and more advance - with many more functions. I can still recall the first neo-print I had taken with my brothers and parents - no options, just the background. How technology had surpass our imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, these are the neo-prints that we took:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81B12fQCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uqDbi2w4M94/s1600-h/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520791444865058" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81B12fQCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uqDbi2w4M94/s200/05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81BAHjlRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q_5bF8yHi20/s1600-h/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520777020937490" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81BAHjlRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q_5bF8yHi20/s200/03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81AqJdlmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/tNYXR02PzCQ/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520771123353186" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81AqJdlmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/tNYXR02PzCQ/s200/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81Bn8tWPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jLnwDIeQUWE/s1600-h/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520787712858354" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81Bn8tWPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jLnwDIeQUWE/s200/04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81A-XheiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bgpTag6UX5w/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520776551037474" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81A-XheiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bgpTag6UX5w/s200/02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that I look ugly in the photos - describing myself as kung-fu panda!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8544380650252809601-5970324733107299140?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/5970324733107299140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=5970324733107299140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5970324733107299140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5970324733107299140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/02/1st-photo-taking-with-darling.html' title='1st Photo Taking with Darling'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/Sa81B12fQCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uqDbi2w4M94/s72-c/05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2095195003436962212</id><published>2009-02-14T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:05:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day - Our 1st!</title><content type='html'>Finally, an update on 14th February 2009 - Valentine's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day where all couples probably place aside their unhappiness and celebrate happily with one another. However, this did not hold truth for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a heated argument with Darling - which almost led to a break-up. At the end of the day, I had to go to Clementi to buy her favourite Satay Bee Hoon, Fish &amp;amp; Chips &amp;amp; Bubble Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, this will be the last time we argue!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2095195003436962212?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2095195003436962212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2095195003436962212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2095195003436962212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2095195003436962212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-our-1st.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day - Our 1st!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-5897640177428925901</id><published>2009-01-13T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:49:31.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long Update - Finally</title><content type='html'>After 4 long days of wait, Darling is finally back from Bangkok! This is also incidentally, my first post of 2009 and it's going to be a long one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite worried when Darling told me initially that she wants to go to BKK - I mean, with the political unrest and recent fires happening, who would want to go to BKK at this point in time. But I also remember a phrase: The most dangerous time can also be the safest time - and thus, Darling went to BKK, though she was always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not been updating my blog plainly due to pure laziness. As usual, not very me to post photos in my blog entry (unlike my Darling), but rather, using words to explain 4 days worth of happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 8th Jan 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st Day that Darling is in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;Work ended at 6.30pm for me, rushed home to bathe and then proceeded to have dinner with Mom and Dad at Zhu Ling, Jurong East. Then proceeded to find lights at some stores in JE but it was expensive and not very nice. Grandma and Grandpa arrived Singapore from Genting at 8.30pm and went Boon Lay to pick them up. Send them home, unpack their luggages and then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 9th Jan 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work ended at 6.45pm for me. Went home for dinner cooked by grandma, then drove Dad and Mom to Balestier to find lighting. Went to this store called 'Light Arcade' but found the lights there ordinary, over-priced and quite antique. The highlight of the day would have to be supper at 'Founder's Bak Kuk Teh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Founder's Bak Kuk Teh&lt;br /&gt;Located along the stretch of Balestier Road, where 'Tao Sa Piah' is more famous, Founder's Bak Kuk Teh boast a host of international stars and politicians as their customers. Photos of them masquerade the shop, snapped together with the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bak Kuk Teh soup was flavourful, with the tinge of peppery taste and herbs that is added into the soup base. The succulent pork ribs and chilli with dark sauce makes the Bak Kuk Teh a 'must-order' item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pig Trotters was large for 3 people and was covered with the traditional 'loh chap'. Soft and juicy meat was the cue for this dish and the best part - it does not have the 'zhu xin' taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Recommendation: Must Try if you are into Bak Kuk Teh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 10th Jan 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started at 10.30am for me as I started off with a packet of nasi lemak bought by grandpa. At 1.35pm, left home to Victoria Theatre with Grandma to watch 'Blood Ties'. 'Blood Ties' was a play production by SIM Drama team and features my brother, Daniel, in it. 3 short excerpts emphasising the importance of blood ties were highlighted. The most touching part was when my brother made a dedication to Grandma and me - he thanked me for always giving the family guidance and advice when it was needed the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play ended at 5.30pm. Brought Grandma to Raffles City newly renovated food court for dinner. She had the scissors curry rice while I had the famous Tempura 'Yong Tau Foo'. Brought her to Suntec thereafter, and went to the Fountain of Wealth - wanted to be heng heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day ended off with me being in the kopitiam with Grandpa watching BPL till 3am =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 11th Jan 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the day when Darling comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a bag of lazy bones. But all the laziness dispel when Grandma wants to go to 'Si Ma Lu' temple to pray. Took the train to Tiong Bahru first - Grandma wants to buy clothes - then took 851 to Bugis. Done with the prayers, brought Grandma to 'The Soup Spoon'. She tried the 'Mushroom Gourmonov' and I ordered the 'Boston Clam Chowder'. She, of course, did not get used to the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 5pm and then went to the 505 market, newly-renovated and re-opened. Did not really walk much and spend most time talking to Grandpa, while waiting for 4D results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Wigan vs Tottenham at 9.30pm and then Manchester United vs Chelsea at 12am with my Grandpa and Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12.04am, Darling gave me a missed call - the signal that she had arrived safely in Singapore from BKK. I was overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 12th Jan 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 4 days, met Darling again. Very happy to see her and I realised that we are getting closer and closer. I hope to bring her happiness and joy always =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I am sorry if I always make you angry with stupid and childish actions, or neglecting your feelings sometimes with my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep from my heart, I wanna say to you: I LOVE YOU (Hm Hmm Hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one and only darling,&lt;br /&gt;Enables me to know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;Learning with her the joy of love,&lt;br /&gt;Only with her,&lt;br /&gt;Day to Day,&lt;br /&gt;Yielding happiness, care and concern for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Joel Kong (0236)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-5897640177428925901?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/5897640177428925901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=5897640177428925901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5897640177428925901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5897640177428925901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-update-finally.html' title='A long Update - Finally'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-875004400658677418</id><published>2008-12-31T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:28:37.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Update of the Year</title><content type='html'>Well, I should be continuing from where I stop the last time round... But I decided not to. (I forget what to write ok)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took leave from 20 Dec- 29 Dec 2008 and spent everyday with Melody. Had great fun, but also burnt a big hole in my pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are progressing very well now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is someone's birthday. Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008, harlow 2009... And New Zealand will be the first country to receive 2009 - as usual!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-875004400658677418?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/875004400658677418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=875004400658677418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/875004400658677418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/875004400658677418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-update-of-year.html' title='Last Update of the Year'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6645304738220408306</id><published>2008-12-24T08:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:21:33.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Update Part 1</title><content type='html'>Realized I have not update my blog for a while now and thought that this is a good time to do so. It's Christmas Eve today and just like any couple, will be spending this sacred day with her. Just an update of what had happened during this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A new girl entered my life - and this time, it is for real. Asked her for her hand on 26th November 2008 and she finally agreed after rejecting many many times. Moreover, she said that this is a test and that I will know if I passed it on the 4th December 2008, which will be the confirmation date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to have her in my life as she is the best girlfriend you can find. Very accomodating and flexible, she is not the 'tai-tai' kind of girlfriend who wants to be staying in the fast life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6645304738220408306?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6645304738220408306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6645304738220408306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6645304738220408306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6645304738220408306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-update-part-1.html' title='Long Update Part 1'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-8832250414607201159</id><published>2008-11-04T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:46:30.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: 4th November 2008</title><content type='html'>Just update over what happen over the time I never blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tender my resignation letter. Last working day: 22nd January 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Went out with parents to Giant Tampines for 3 consecutive weeks&lt;br /&gt;- Went Quality Hotel to eat Supper Buffet&lt;br /&gt;- On my 1st 2 days of leave in Yr2008&lt;br /&gt;- Used my PSP to go MSN and Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-8832250414607201159?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/8832250414607201159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=8832250414607201159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8832250414607201159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8832250414607201159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-4th-november-2008.html' title='Update: 4th November 2008'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2266575842427548905</id><published>2008-10-20T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:50:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orr Orr Koon</title><content type='html'>Feeling tired today. Slept at only 3am last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2266575842427548905?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2266575842427548905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2266575842427548905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2266575842427548905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2266575842427548905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/10/orr-orr-koon.html' title='Orr Orr Koon'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-1145619647769830316</id><published>2008-10-11T02:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:08:58.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry - A Suprise One</title><content type='html'>Q: What do you do at 2.26am on a Saturday morning, when you cannot sleep and thinking of someone important and waiting for her to call/msn you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You blog! And that is the basis for this blog entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! The whole week passed so quickly that even I had to think about what I did over the week that is worth writing about. It is just amazing as to how fast the week 6 October 2008 - 12 October 2008 is skimming away faster than I can say "Wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Dr Ler on Tuesday after sending Jacq and Amanda off to Sydney. Was diagnosed with mild High Blood Pressure and ordered to start on medication with immediate effect. The good news: The dosage is low for starters and pending the review after 2 weeks, I may not need to be on medication again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Was instructed to cut down on salty food, oily food and fried food. Apparently, high blood pressure can ultimately lead to stroke and along with it many other illness which could shorten my life on this planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you define happiness? What do you think is happiness? I was thinking through this question and I realize that I could not answer this question, no matter how hard I try. Well, in a nutshell, happiness is something that differed through the years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1 years old, happiness is when we have our pacifier and milk when we are hungry&lt;br /&gt;At 5 years old, happiness is when we have Rabbit Sweet (candy filled with Melamine)&lt;br /&gt;At 18 years old, happiness is when we spend time with our friends&lt;br /&gt;At 30 years old, happiness is when we have a car, house and a wife&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is your happiness? I certainly hope that you can define yours quick. Many a times, we must learn to be contented with what we have and not brood over what we do not have. Self-contentment is the most important and vital value that we should have with us. There is no point comparing ourselves with people, setting unrealistic goals that can never be achieved or doing things that ultimately, you would not be happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知足常乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, still waiting for her call.. Maybe I should just call her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe going out with her tomorrow, depends, see how....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-1145619647769830316?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/1145619647769830316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=1145619647769830316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1145619647769830316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1145619647769830316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-suprise-one.html' title='An Entry - A Suprise One'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6321515187359747116</id><published>2008-10-06T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:45:43.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day Out - 5th October 2008</title><content type='html'>Today started very slowly. Was awaken by Amanda C's call at around 9.20am asking me if I had helped her and Jacqueline done the Internet Check-In for their flight on 7th October 2008 to Sydney. After the check-in, I played my PSP for awhile before I decide to call Jem, my good buddy, and ask him out for a movie. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to catch the movie "Big Stan" at GV Plaza. I am the kind who only love watching comedy movie and nothing else. I cannot imagine myself seating through an action movie. Wall-E made me sleep, so what other movie you think I would watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253722012834916882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SOj4VdOs6hI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7fsulZUzXtY/s200/IMG0026A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The show was slated at 4.25pm but we only went in at around 4.35pm. It is kinda weird as the advertisment time was longer than usual and the movie only started at 4.45pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253722011915181906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SOj4VZza31I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Dt12a_dl0xI/s200/IMG0027A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel that the movie was worth every bit of the $10 that I paid for as it is entertaining and really made me laugh throughout the movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It talks about how Stan, a timeshare broker, was convicted of fraud and sentenced to a jail sentence of no less than 3 years. However, through bribery, he managed to get his sentence to be delayed for 6 months before he start to serve it. Hearing about how he is potentially a target for rape in the jail, he started to learn ways to ensure that he does not get rape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After being thrown out from a Karate school, Stan made friends with The Master, who taught him many things during the 6 months, including the 'Finger of Death". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he finally went to jail, with the skills all fully equipped, Stan showed everyone who the Boss was in the Prison by challenging the various groups and beating the crap out of them. He then seek to unite the different groups of inmates and made them accept each and other differences. He also outlaw rape in the prison - successfully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, the Warden in the prison had other ideas. He wanted to sell away the land that the prison was on and made a quick buck from it. He was also the mastermind behind Stan's transfer of prison as he sees Stan as the best person to materialize his plans. In exchange, Stan would be granted parole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the day of the visit by the Prison Committee, the Warden had planned for a fight to be carried out in full view of the visiting committee so as to allow them to decide to let off the piece of land. But Stan had different ideas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not going to spoil the whole thing by telling you what happen but what happen was a combination of unexpected happenings and also humourous incidents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the movie, went for dinner at Mad Jack's, located at Paradiz Centre. The food was good and the price was reasonable. I ordered a Rib-Eye Steak Combo and the steak was one of the better one that I tasted.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253722009361209362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SOj4VQSgWBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6shUiBCDWOM/s200/IMG0028A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253722013753679938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SOj4VgpwIEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2QQjmD_w4HE/s200/IMG0030A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also ordered the cheese fries, though I thought that the KFC version was better. And of course, what better drink to top it up then a Coke Zero!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253722144535263154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SOj4dH2gt7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5Wr4Zc4TgOo/s200/IMG0031A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jem ordered the Spicy Chicken on Rice, and commented that it was very good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253722010521866274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SOj4VUnOkCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mGLt6AhXJO8/s200/IMG0029A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, went to catch the game between West Ham and Bolton, as well as the Manchester City vs Liverpool game. Went home at 12.05am, just in time to catch the 502 Express service home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have been suffering from headaches for the past few weeks and it is still not getting better. Am I dying soon or is it my high blood pressure? I think that I should learn how to relax and not get uptight over nitty-gritty things. Maybe, maybe, maybe......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*In the movie, I thought of you again. Stan said something that really hit the nail on the head. You were right. I was selfish, arrogant and always thinking about myself, never sparing a thought for you all this while. I only know how important you are to me when you are gone. Perhaps, the best thing that you had ever done was to leave me. But I hope that you would forgive me and that we could bare our hearts to each other again. I dare not hope or think that day would come any sooner but I certainly wish that you would consider to come back to me again.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6321515187359747116?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6321515187359747116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6321515187359747116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6321515187359747116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6321515187359747116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-day-out-5th-october-2008.html' title='My Day Out - 5th October 2008'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SOj4VdOs6hI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7fsulZUzXtY/s72-c/IMG0026A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2072447935154868768</id><published>2008-10-02T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:11:20.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days Worth of Update in 1 Post</title><content type='html'>It is Thursday, back from a Public Holiday on Wednesday, 1 October 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Oct 2008, Wednesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went by pretty fast on this day. I actually woke up at 10am, had breakfast, and then sleep till 5pm. It was the rare moment/occasion that I have so much time to sleep on a weekday for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with parents to Whompoa market for a meal. Had Nasi Lemak, "Or Lua" and Rojak. One of the best meal I had for a long long time. After that, drove them to IMM to shop for a while. Over there, I bought some sushi home and ate them (salmon, scallop, tuna etc.) - SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozed off while MSNed.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Oct 2008, Thursday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was supposed to be D-Day will not happen until at least when my boss is back on 20th October 2008. Many people asked me why am I so bent and determined to quit. My reply is simple: I want a better prospect and also, I want to take care of my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will have to go to Dr Ler's for a check up and to see if I need medication for High Blood Pressure. I hope that I do not need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you know that when I am with you, everything seemed so beautiful and nice? Everything happened just like it was for me and you. When you are not with me anymore, everything collaspes. The moon is not as round, the sun is not as bright. Can you hear me? Can you hear the inner part of me screaming for you.....*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2072447935154868768?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2072447935154868768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2072447935154868768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2072447935154868768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2072447935154868768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-days-worth-of-update-in-1-post.html' title='2 Days Worth of Update in 1 Post'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-1969982590368141889</id><published>2008-09-30T13:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:00:04.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Decisions are Final</title><content type='html'>Thinking of what had happened throughout the week and realized that it is a hectic week for me. Things happened to me faster than an F1 car would zoom past me. As of today, I have confirmed a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am quitting&lt;br /&gt;- I realized that I am not happy in my current capacity as an event organizer, accounts personnel, sales executive, marketing officer and membership consultant in my current company. I think that I cannot achieve what I want, or I thought I could. I admit: This job gave me many 'first' times, many experiences that cannot be found elsewhere, but it is not enough to satisfy me - I do not feel a sense of purpose nor achievement over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I am starting to dread going to office, trying to convince myself that everything is OK and that I can get on with the chores and dreads that comes with it. But I cannot! Thus, I think leaving would be the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I Want to be myself again&lt;br /&gt;- In the past, many people will describe me as happy-go-lucky, a man without any worries and/or trouble and a person who is able to sort things out. Recently, many said I looked troubled, looking tired and not as passionate in what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that my 1st decision will ultimately lead me to have the 2nd one very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch today was at this eating place that have very nice duck meat. I was like so happy with the duck meat. Ordered for 2 persons (my colleague Amanda was there as well), cost me $14.20. Fantastic duck meat. If you ever pass by Raffles Place area, must try. The triple layer meat is also good. This stall is highly recommended by my Colleague: Ms Amanda C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251685862809444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SOG8d7Syn0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dOvZWiqnwpo/s200/IMG0021A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tonight, going to eat KFC with my family. Want to eat the 'Hot Devil' drumlets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is Public Holiday, so can catch the Champions' League at the kopitiam tonight.. yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*The resignation letter is like a cheque: Non-Negotiatable*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-1969982590368141889?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/1969982590368141889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=1969982590368141889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1969982590368141889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/1969982590368141889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-decisions-are-final.html' title='My Decisions are Final'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SOG8d7Syn0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dOvZWiqnwpo/s72-c/IMG0021A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6125648801592305829</id><published>2008-09-29T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:26:32.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Nutshell...</title><content type='html'>Feeling so down and depressed! I am just amazed at what is unfolding right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fri, 26 Sept 2008:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Jiayi at Crystal Jade Tampines Mall. Ordered many things: Prawn Dumplings, Chee Cheong Fun, Char Siew Pao, Mixed Meat and Yang Chow Fried Rice! This is one of the best lunch that I had for a long time. We enjoyed the roasted pork (Jiayi's Fave) and the fried rice was surprisingly good. However, the char siew pao could be improved as it can be pretty dry. My favorite would have to be the chee cheong fun - because I love the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi is a cute girl though she may appear to be sleeping when she talk to you, but a very natural and down-to-earth person. She have a very 'policeman' boyfriend who will monitor her every move. I thought that she would make a good wife but she is taken - so too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was alright. The cable car dining, also known as 'Sky Dining', was not as good as I thought. The format of the dinner was also not as good as I am stuck in the cable car for a good 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starter was Salad with Smoked Salmon and Cream of Tomato Soup. The smoked salmon was not that fantastic as there is the 'fishy' stance that comes with it. As for the tomato soup, it has a sourish after taste after the first sip. It is also not an exact compliment with the salad, which I thought was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mix-up came when the waiters cleared my plates and gave me the red wine (Gin Merlot) without the main course. Ended up sitting in the cable car for 30 minutes - hungry and grumbling. Upon reaching the base station, the crew wanted to serve dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main course was Pan-Fried Salmon with Tomato Jus and Mashed Potato. The salmon taste was masked by the sauce, which prevented the taste of the salmon to be tasted. As for my partner of the day, she had Roasted Chicken Thigh and Grilled Potato. I had a taste of the chicken and thought that it was a bit medium-rare kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert was Brownie with Chocolate Cream. By far, this is one of the worst Brownie I had tasted for awhile. The cake was dry and the chocolate sauce that accompanied it made the whole cake too chocolatey and hard to swallow without the occasional sip of water. The only positive thing about the experience was the tea - as it was LIPTON tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I would not recommend couple for a meal like this because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) as the candle is not bright, eating could be a problem, especially during the main course;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) on a hot and humid night wearing long sleeve (formal attire), you would feel sticky and uneasy all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the price S$197.70 NETT per couple is not really that worth its while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went St James thereafter, after a break of 3 weeks, and had a happy time there. Managed to catch a glimpse of Kovalainen in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat, 27 Sept 2008:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to find myself tired and having a headache. Went for lunch with my grandparents. It was also on this day that I made 2 major decisions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I told the girl straight to the face that she is not meant for me and that me and her are better off as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I will be quitting from my current job, come what may. I think that I am better at some other companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Pay is never a factor in me finding a job. I believe in happiness. Health is always more important than wealth. I rather have the ability to spend the money than the ability to earn it but spend it on medical fees. Being happy is vital for a more wholesome lifestyle, and as I see it, I would never be able to get the happiness if I continue in this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon and we went to Selegie Singapore Pools to catch the Everton vs Liverpool game. Liver pool won 2-0 and I was a happy fan for once. Took full advantage of the situation to go St James (for the last time for this month) and finish the remaining portion of my alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 2.17am, amid baffling circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sun, 28th September 2008:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking, why is it that some people could be happy with living off people, even though he/she is earning money and working longer than I do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend who always go for soccer games and clubbing with me. However, whenever we go he would not make any payment i.e. I am the one who will make payment. He would always wait for people to make payment and then will 'act blur' and not bother about it. Thus, I decided to ask him if he could pay me back the amount that was due all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole period, we ordered 18 bottles of drink + numerous food eating. I decided to be nice and charge him $440 (4 bottles + food) and text him on his mobile. Guess what he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brother, I will not pay you cause you invite me there. So why should I pay? I will only pay you the money for yesterday's outing. The rest, I am sorry ar... I will not pay. And that is the end of our brotherhood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I was so pissed off. I was like WTF. So I told him ok, and proceeded to ask him return me back $40 for the previous day's expenses and he said he will pay me back immediately! As of writing, I have yet to receive a single cent from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this does not stop me from catching the 1st Night Race in Formula 1 Racing, at Singapore Pools, Sportbuzz @ Paradiz. Massa was leading the race, in pole position, when he was embroiled in the fuel pump incident which caused him to be penalized by 30 seconds. Moreover, an accident from Nelson Piquet Jr saw Alonso captalized on the safety car intervention to lead the race and win it ultimately, amid a late challenge from Rosberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong East Kbox with lena and friend but did not sing much. Throat could not hit the high pitch and therefore, was unable to sing. Felt so handicapped and could not sing Eason's song that I always like to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 12.18am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I SMSed you, but you did not reply to my SMSes as usual. I expected that, but I thought that our love would be able to bridge this divide. Remember the song that goes "有没有爱能够重来，有没有人值得等待"... I am forgetting you as my heart begins to accept another person into it. As I look forward to the future, I wish you all the best, in what you do. It's time to let go now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6125648801592305829?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6125648801592305829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6125648801592305829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6125648801592305829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6125648801592305829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-nutshell.html' title='In a Nutshell...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6796036717314959639</id><published>2008-09-26T09:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:10:30.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward to Today</title><content type='html'>It's a wet and rainy Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be heading to NTUC Income Contact Centre later at about 11am, have lunch with Jiayi at 12pm and then head for the site visit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm, I will be going to Vivo and then head to Jewel Box where I will be having dinner at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, it's St James time. Been 3 weeks since I was there. Hope that I would have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Will post photos of today's happening.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6796036717314959639?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6796036717314959639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6796036717314959639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6796036717314959639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6796036717314959639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/09/looking-forward-to-today.html' title='Looking Forward to Today'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-4826665156164035175</id><published>2008-09-11T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:38:57.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Week? Not That Bad...</title><content type='html'>It was a busy day today for me. Sending out numerous emails, I was like facing the prospect of dying till I sent the last one and everything was fine!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week went well for me: EXCO Meeting, football game (long long time since I went for one), and also started email a girl who I thought was a rare breed - beautiful and brainy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... Many told me that the journey of life is never easy. I think that it depends from which perspective are we looking it at. For me, I believe that the basis to a good life is happiness. With happiness comes the joy and the stress free environment that everyone wishes for. This is not saying that happiness equals no stress, because to some, being happy is stressful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started to go to this website where you can know your neighbours or people leaving around you. You can go to www.wholivesnearyou.com and find out your neighbour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. Gotta email her liao... Tata....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-4826665156164035175?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/4826665156164035175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=4826665156164035175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4826665156164035175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4826665156164035175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-week-not-that-bad.html' title='A Good Week? Not That Bad...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-5400480236557749123</id><published>2008-09-08T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:12:36.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day That Went Very Wrong!</title><content type='html'>Had a hangover on Friday night when I was at Boiler. Apparently, I down 2 Graveyard, offered by someone that I do not know, and then I started to act crazy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started with me meeting Betty, Karen (Sera's friend), Rain and Sera. We went to Boiler and get our bottle, then I started going on the rocks with that bottle of Vodka.  Then I ordered a Tiger Shuttle and down 3 glasses straight. Then...... I do not know what happen thereafter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got curfew now and that means no clubbing as of now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for all the bad things I have done during my drinking binge. My sincere apologies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-5400480236557749123?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/5400480236557749123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=5400480236557749123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5400480236557749123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/5400480236557749123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-that-went-very-wrong.html' title='A Day That Went Very Wrong!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-4284182853891539740</id><published>2008-09-06T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:50:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am DRUNK!</title><content type='html'>I am drunk for the first time in my life. I feel so sad..... Was home at 12am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gave me a tombstone. I drink, I collaspe, I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You are out of my mind, my life and my surrounding. GET LOST!!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-4284182853891539740?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/4284182853891539740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=4284182853891539740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4284182853891539740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4284182853891539740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-drunk.html' title='I am DRUNK!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-2050025564180890539</id><published>2008-08-08T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:54:11.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080808</title><content type='html'>Sianzzz... That is the word for the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so wasted. Very wasted and nothing but wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the calender, saw the date and then I think back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080808..... The day that I used to look forward to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember on the 13th January 2008, I told her that we will register on 8th August 2008 (I do not care if it is what month in Lunar Calender). She was like so happy, smiling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am left now is tears, regrets and many What-Ifs in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU... Can you hear me? Can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-2050025564180890539?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/2050025564180890539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=2050025564180890539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2050025564180890539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/2050025564180890539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='080808'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-8442395171548483445</id><published>2008-07-31T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:58:28.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Stare</title><content type='html'>Though you never sing this song to me before, I am always reminded of you when I hear this song. Tears were flowing when I first heard this song. It reminded me of you. But you are no longer there. The truth is: It's hard to forget you. And it's 3 months and 5 days that you left me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and Stare by One Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust&lt;br /&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years&lt;br /&gt;Steady hands, just take the wheel...&lt;br /&gt;Every glance is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh...&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're tryin to come back, all my senses push&lt;br /&gt;Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could...&lt;br /&gt;Steady feet, don't fail me now&lt;br /&gt;I will run till you can't walk&lt;br /&gt;Something pulls my focus out&lt;br /&gt;And I'm standing down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh...&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't need&lt;br /&gt;What u need, what u need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stareI think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do u see what I see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-8442395171548483445?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/8442395171548483445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=8442395171548483445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8442395171548483445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/8442395171548483445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop-and-stare.html' title='Stop and Stare'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-4338040925640487081</id><published>2008-07-31T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:00:46.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologize</title><content type='html'>Heard this song.. On the train, in the bus and even when I am playing game on my PSP and watching TV programme... Who can help me get you off my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying I forget you.. But I cannot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologize by One Republic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I'm hangin' on your rope, Got me ten feet off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hearin' what you say, But I just can't make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me, Then you go and cut me down...&lt;br /&gt;But wait...You tell me that you're sorry, Didn't think I'd turn around...And say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;That it's too late to apologize, It's too late...I said it's too late to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late.Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance,Take a fall, take a shot for you.&lt;br /&gt;I need you like a heart needs a beat,But it's nothin' new.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red,Now it's turnin' blue... And you say...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, you're not the angel Heaven let me think was you...But I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize.It's too late.I said it's too late to apologize.It's too late.Whoa![Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize.It's too late.&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize.It's too late.It's too late to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!I said it's too late to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!I'm holdin' on your rope,got me ten feet off the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-4338040925640487081?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/4338040925640487081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=4338040925640487081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4338040925640487081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/4338040925640487081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/07/apologize.html' title='Apologize'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8544380650252809601.post-6771484707317510827</id><published>2008-07-27T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:40:21.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Christianity?</title><content type='html'>Many a times, people asked what is Christianity. Is it a religion? Today, I as a young chrisitian would attempt to explain what is Christianity through an interesting way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the age of the internet, God is just like a router. We are like a laptop with the network card. As christians, we have a direct relationship with God, just like the network card to the router. Thus, we can receive and send information direct to God, without the need for a third party to be present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we backslide, we start to lose the connection/relationship/intimacy that we have with God. This is akin to 'Network not Found' in the internet age. Usually, pressing the 'refresh network list' button would work. Similarly, we would have to refresh our thoughts, in that sense, and seek re-establishment with God and get 'connected' back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is our technical help booklet and the Pastor and pastoral staff is like the technical helpdesk staff, waiting to assist you with your lost connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people decided to change their faith and in that sense, change their 'network card' or network operator. This results them in connecting to the wrong network. But just like any operators, those who changed their 'network card' would realize eventually that the other operators have poorer reception and the price plan is more expensive but the GOOD NEWS is that you can change back to this network and get connected again! And God never makes you sign a contract to be on his network!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So choose the right network and enjoy one that is of better value (you do not have to buy any offerings or burn incense as a Christian), higher speed (prayers do get answer very quickly), better customer service (pastors help you instaneously) and of course a network where everything is laid out nicely for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p.s if there is any factual error, please let me know by writing in the cbox or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:papayaman@singapore.com"&gt;papayaman@singapore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8544380650252809601-6771484707317510827?l=mylifeto25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/feeds/6771484707317510827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8544380650252809601&amp;postID=6771484707317510827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6771484707317510827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8544380650252809601/posts/default/6771484707317510827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeto25.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-christianity.html' title='What is Christianity?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769034118807953235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wepfeqbGj_s/SbjWiAbm78I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ec1uXdMNPF0/S220/P1050984.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
