<?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-461498278506297571</id><updated>2012-02-04T20:25:24.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>charm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5105832292487409882</id><published>2010-04-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:53:43.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Inspiring</title><content type='html'>I was goingthru some videos when i saw this.. truely inspiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this in another aspect. How you go to work everyday in a very mudane way, and how you find work after you find a new focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truely Inspiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/461498278506297571-5105832292487409882?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5105832292487409882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5105832292487409882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5105832292487409882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5105832292487409882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2010/04/truly-inspiring.html' title='Truly Inspiring'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8850764058621762193</id><published>2010-03-14T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:52:28.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of heart</title><content type='html'>So, there's a dwindling number of visitors to my blog. lol... cool... but who cares?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... So much things had happened in the past week. Mostly about Jack Neo's affairs. I wonder why there are so many KPOs out there who love sticking their nose to his affairs when there are better things to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i read this report from the newspaper, saying that Jack Neo owns an apology to the public, but i really wonder..... he's not having an affair with the public, so why should he apologies? thats his problem!! and i do think that the public owns him an apology instead!! comeon, the public has some how destroyed his family's harmony, no doubt he's in the wrong. However, who are we to say that he's right or he's wrong? I'm sure that in a human's life, one must have done something more enormous than this, no matter the magnitude. And do the human needs to apologise to anyone? NO!!! thats his problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this pastor having an affair, that monk misusing money, and that malay sourcer using beliefs as a bait to rape girls, but do the public want an apology from them? Yes, but not as much as Jack Neo's. True, Jack has an affair, but that affair is none of yours nor my business. So, just let him off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the newspaper when i saw that his recent movie, being human, is being affected by his affair. I was curious. How bad can that be? If his movies had always been that good, how can this affair be directly influencial to that of his movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out today to catch his movie. I left disappointed. No doubt, its funny, but not as funny as his past movies, not much substance, and it ends with the thing which my teacher always told me not to commit when doing a composition. It was a dream... omg, I think this movie and that where got ghost are just not up to his usual standard. Probably thats the reason to his dwindling movie ticket sales. Probably plus a little fact of that affair, but i seriously don't think that affair affected much, except for those 'saints' who thinks that the world owes them an apology for things that are not related to them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mark Lee's comment irked me a lot this week. Yes, i'm not a saint. I'm comflicting my words. but i am a person who is ' yin shui shi yuan'. I think using the excuse of Jack's affair to get out of Jack's team and starting his own firm is not a good one, let alone stepping on Jack, aka scolding him in the public, while saying himself til like saint, isn't good. Probably to me, a very bad PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving aside, i'm having so thoughts about my current job. I love sales. I love talking. I love the satisfaction of seeing my customers/clients. But talking on the phone all day, just demoralised me, even though i striked deals, made money. I just felt lost for the past 2 weeks. I'm not satisfied. Now, hows a money vs satisfaction/happiness? Probably, i will know that in a week or 2's time.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Satisfaction occurs when you are feeling happy, not lost nor sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8850764058621762193?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8850764058621762193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8850764058621762193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8850764058621762193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8850764058621762193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2010/03/change-of-heart.html' title='A change of heart'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6701113250906210124</id><published>2010-03-08T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:57:25.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work...</title><content type='html'>So, chinese new year has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started work. Thou at a MNC, the basic is super unsatisfactory. I was in the sales again, but a totally different one. I used to enjoys doing sales very much, seeing the satisfaction straight from the customer's face, joking with them at ease, using at ease with my 'singlish' and  having fun, joking with colleagues on the sales floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, being in the retail line for close to 10 years, gives me complete confidence selling anything. With a product that i can see with my naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed thou. The current company, thou, has really low basic, but high commission. i do appreciate the high commission. However, unexpectedly, i do think that i am flopping in the company now. Its a totally different kind of sales experience all together. I'm grouded. I cannot even walk. I'm trying to crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is the telephone at work. talking to it more than i sleep at home. Touching it more than i touch myself. At home, i'm straight on the computer. Finding leads for the work tomorrow. 30 new leads every single day is no easy task. I'm limited to only less than 5 hours sleep everyday. Dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in NS, the theme 'RING THE BELL' is to give up. Here, i yearn to 'RING THAT BELL' mounted on the wall. Not that i wanted to quit. But that i want to close my deals, FAST!! The term 'RING THE BELL' means closing deals, and every single ring of the bell means the number of delegates investing in the product. This is followed by claps from everyone on the sales floor. The target audience is no longer walk in customers, but decision makers in ranging from small companies to hugh ones. The sales place is no longer local, but anywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the phone is a total new experience. I felt so helpless, not at ease, and i'm like a nusience, asking questions, and most of the time stupid ones to seniors. I'm learning, YES, but i'd not felt like a spastic person for so long. Asking questions after questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks without sales. Tho demoralised, but i'm still upbeat. Lets hope i'll be able to walk soon, then jump, followed by fly. I'm not a fan of planes thou, but i'm a fan of astronaunts. I wanna reach for the moon. With constant hardwork, i believe i can do what i wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i shall start reducing my singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Who says the sky is the limit when there are footsteps on the moon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6701113250906210124?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6701113250906210124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6701113250906210124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6701113250906210124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6701113250906210124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2010/03/work.html' title='work...'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8888014668030215699</id><published>2010-02-19T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:47:24.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The price of being a grown up</title><content type='html'>A child has no worries, pressures. He has all the world for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An adult has loads of worries (financial, love, career), pressures, perhaps insecurity, unstability of moods due to various reasons. He may have already or almost learnt how to cope with them and live with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of being an adult. Some, i'd learnt to live and makedo with them, some, i'm still coping. Whatever the reasons, they still haunt me at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an adult isn't easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a child again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: life is a process, a cycle or to some, its just so annoying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8888014668030215699?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8888014668030215699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8888014668030215699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8888014668030215699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8888014668030215699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2010/02/price-of-being-grown-up.html' title='The price of being a grown up'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-4119104533874472742</id><published>2010-02-06T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:00:44.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time...</title><content type='html'>I'm still patiently waiting for the right job to come to me. I have lots of business ideas but i need capital. Right now, my priority is to find a job that pays really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was back in the counter doing retail sales again. This time, i would say that i felt like a freelance, as there's a shortage of manpower for issey miyake's promotion, and she asked me to help fer for the week. Haha, she said to me:" Can u help me for the promotion?" And indeed, i thought i'm involved. However, nope, it wasn't to be. I'm there to look after JPG and Narciso instead of being involved in the promotion. I do opened a few bills thou, which i gave to the full timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 2 and a half years since i saw them. Today, while i'm on my way to eat in Wisma, i saw PF and her bf. Its really been a long time. I was in a hurry. we both saw each other while we were walking in the opposite direction enroute the escalator. We exchanged a short hi and carried on with our journey. I wondered, how things can change in such a short time frame, or should i say in less than 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, i saw PF's 2 best pals, and haha... i almost could not recgonise them!! It took me some time before i started knowing who they are!! lol.. yup, its been the same period of time also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes, coincidence don't really happen when u wish it could. But it does happen when u didn't want it to, anymore... and probably a few more times than u wanted. How funny is life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, we do treasure happy times in the past, but for me? i'm contented with the current status. I'm lazy to start all over again, afraid to commit another and contented with the current, while hoping that she will slowly change for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Cherish your yesterdays,&lt;br /&gt;       Dream Your tomorrows,&lt;br /&gt;       Live your Todays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-4119104533874472742?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4119104533874472742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=4119104533874472742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4119104533874472742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4119104533874472742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time.html' title='A long time...'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6031529149721611433</id><published>2010-02-02T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:02:42.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I'm looking for job, went for interviews, but undecided. Feeling so depressed now. Job prospect VS interest VS pay. which one would u choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is feeling so freaking down now. I would probably blame RMIT for that. For my results that was supposed to be passed and getting a fail 7 days later? And now? Its such a barrier to me getting a job that i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste time doing part time anymore. I want a prospective career with a good pay but of my interest. But the reality will never match with your dreams. What do u think? which would u choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i seriously think that staying at home for 1 full month without working isn't good for me, especially for my interviews. The normally chatty, quick witted me is somehow misplaced. I failed lots of interviews. I can sell anything. But when this question is being thrown to my face. I am speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sell yourself to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this sentence. I tried thinking at home. I can't think of the answer, or perhaps i'm too much of a pefectionist to even think of selling myself. Or perhaps i'm not even confident in myself when it comes to introducing my self. Yes! my main strength is my mouth, but perhaps thats also my weakness. Haiz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so down......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: A confident person may be confident about his skills but probably not about himself. How contradicting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6031529149721611433?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6031529149721611433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6031529149721611433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6031529149721611433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6031529149721611433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2010/02/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6757050173122960537</id><published>2010-01-20T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:42:22.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing Aid</title><content type='html'>The Chinese New Year is drawing closer. I think probably another 20 days or so? Well, Though i'm looking forward to that day, which also means that i will be edging closer to the 30 year old mark (Not So Good), the preparation to the day isn't any rosy at all. &lt;br /&gt;What do i mean by that? Hmmm..... thats the spring cleaning!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love spring cleaning, as the house will look neater. However, cleaning this and that requires a lot of hard work. &lt;br /&gt;Recently, my mum and grandma started nagging me to clean this and that, pack this and that.... its as if that i'm deaf, or in need of a hearing aid!!! Omg, there's still 20 odd days to the day itself and to clean now means double job!! I would have to clean it like 2 to 3 days before the day again... But they just dun agree to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is in a mess right now, and my mum still have not even packed her stuffs off my room... I'm still waiting, and waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Everyone will never realise his own mistakes but will only pinpoint others'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6757050173122960537?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6757050173122960537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6757050173122960537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6757050173122960537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6757050173122960537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2010/01/hearing-aid.html' title='Hearing Aid'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7229326306724045538</id><published>2010-01-15T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:38:48.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>Its easy to find a job, but never easy to find a suitable one. This is the scenario that i'm currently facing. Armed with a decade of working experience, i sent my resume to some companies, awaiting for their replies, with the efforts coming to a noun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some job offers, but i think a fresh 'going to graduate but cannot graduate' undergrad, i'm rather picky when it comes to this part. I think that the first step to a full time career is th determinant to how ur future will be shaped. I rather bothered and troubled by this part of my life. It seems that the game of life has started, and that everything needs to be planned out before u take any step. This is essential as it concerns my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few more days, my good pal who has been residing in Austalia for dunno how many donky years will be back in Singapore, but only for i think a week.. How sad this is... Just a few years ago, my group of best pals, whom we have been the best pals ever for since primary school days, are still hanging out 2 to 3 times weekly like uncles in coffeshop drinking coffees. Our group consists of 6 members. However, now, the number of times we hang out are decreasing at such a speed that i think 3x10to the power of 8 (speed of light) cannot even be matached. Okie, a little exaggeratingly over. oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps thats the price of growing up.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just hope that everything will be smooth for me in the coming weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: The most significant CHANGE is a change in perspective. CHANGE your perspective, and you change your world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7229326306724045538?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7229326306724045538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7229326306724045538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7229326306724045538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7229326306724045538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2010/01/job-hunting.html' title='Job Hunting'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8874914307875487780</id><published>2010-01-04T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:18:08.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>School's starting, work finally ended, ties also ended with the company i had been in for almost 10 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially looking for a full time job now, while still studying full time, which is erm... 1 module per sem? Haiz... i hate exams, hate studying, but i hate leaving school life even more. However, with my current age, i need to work harder to catch up with my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year, new beginning. 2010, hopefully will be the start of my life path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking thru facebook photos a few moments ago, when i came across someone whom i had spent some time with long time ago. Somehow, it seems, its just not long ago, but with deeper thoughts, its actually about 8 years ago... how time flies with a bat of eyes. The rich moments of the past just so suddenly came flooding back to me, with the scenes of the past playing like the most exciting movies ever watched. The show which i watched just now, had this song playing, bridging the memories closer, making the movie just so much unbearable. If only time can be changed with a sniplet of my thumb...... how good would that be.. Just going back even for a minute to keep the memories fresher, away from all the dust and rust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i shall share this song with u:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OelM0pctq8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OelM0pctq8&amp;hl=en_GB&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: The route to letting go seems difficuly, some will say that its easy. Me? i say, its just lying. U just put those at the back of ur library, forgetting it, or even thought that u have thrown it away, only to realise its still there when u come across it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8874914307875487780?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8874914307875487780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8874914307875487780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8874914307875487780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8874914307875487780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2010/01/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-3888884244595165338</id><published>2009-11-17T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:28:31.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance of bliss</title><content type='html'>So, exams had been finished. Whats next? I have 1 more module per semester for the next 2 semesters ( hopefully there's no additional to top the existing). I'm thinking of applying for a full time job, to which, i still have worries. Whats about my lessons on days that i need to attend if i am working? i dunno. Currently, i'm stuck between the decision of being an OBS instructor (not a bad pay, considering a fresh graduate) and being in the office. Outdoor is me, but i dun think that will be a great future to be in. Office work isn't me, but the prospect of higher position + pay looks good. So which should i choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into the 2nd week of my reservist. Waking up very very early daily is a drag to me now. You know, for the first week, i have my grandma waking me up daily, when i get home, she will come bothering me, asking me what i want to eat and stuffs. Well, and that is for me, when i'm tired, really not the time to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour's kid who is 7 months old is so cute. She's adorable and our family, especially my grandma loves bringing her over to our house for some fun. On Sunday morning, we were playing with that baby, when the phone rang. My grandma, who's back is facing the phone, turned and wanted to answer that call. Her leg got entangled, she fell flat. 'PONG!' she layed flat, facing up. she was in a dazed. the baby was with me. I cannot react in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sent to the hospital. It was found that she had cracked her hip bone and she's now awaiting to have an operation tomorrow. OMG... Now, i'm hungry, i cooked instant noodle. I got home, nobody is cooking. i wake up daily myself, and when i get to my grandma's room, the bed laid bare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How things changed. She won't be able to walk for at least a few months after the operation. I realized the importance of her. Old is indeed a treasure to the family. Lets hope that she recovers fast, and i will treasure her more. Ignorance isn't a bliss sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Ignorance is a bliss only if u choose to think simple, not complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-3888884244595165338?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3888884244595165338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=3888884244595165338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3888884244595165338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3888884244595165338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ignorance-of-bliss.html' title='Ignorance of bliss'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8531867640763698929</id><published>2009-10-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:50:13.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very nice video..</title><content type='html'>another good video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://player.youku.com/player.php/sid/XMTIzMDU3Mjg0/v.swf" quality="high" width="480" height="400" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8531867640763698929?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8531867640763698929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8531867640763698929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8531867640763698929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8531867640763698929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-nice-video.html' title='very nice video..'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8857432567195181114</id><published>2009-10-04T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:25:29.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>show them to me..</title><content type='html'>u noe what? i found this video in the facebook.. nonetheless, i'll put it here for those who cannot see it there... great video, but for those 18 and above, pls... anyway, very nice song with great lyrics... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.gamaniak.com/video/3019" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.gamaniak.com/video/3019"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gamaniak.com/video/3019" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamaniak.com/"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.gamaniak.com/video-3019-rodney-carrington-show-them-to-me.html"&gt;Rodney Carrington - Show them to me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charm: Live everyday as it is, u'll be happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8857432567195181114?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8857432567195181114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8857432567195181114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8857432567195181114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8857432567195181114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/10/show-them-to-me.html' title='show them to me..'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6076379533503262612</id><published>2009-09-18T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:42:05.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia too tired of peaceful life?</title><content type='html'>Everyday, i'll buy a copy of Newpaper. This is a habit which started since my secondary school days. This morning was no difference. I went to the petrol kiosk, grab a Newpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read: M'SIAN TOURISM BOSS: CHILLI CRAB, CHICKEN RICE IS OURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... i read on... and this is how it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chilli crab, Hainanese chicken rice, even laks: Created in Malaysia, owned by Malaysia, but hijack by other countries" Is Malaysia tired of peaceful life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the Rasa Sayang claim causes an uproar with the indonesians. Now what? Singapore? And who's going to be the next target? perhaps buddha or Jesus is born in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, to most people, it may be just food claims. A Singaporean, i felt that Malaysia is like throwing claim to everything. No respect to the neighbouring countries? Perhaps... Trying to stir troubles? Perhaps... Trying to be the culture king in Asean? Probably. If not, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally, like some of the malaysian food. This includes Ramly burger, Ipoh hor fun, their very own herbal taste bak kut teh (this is very diff from our very own spicy pepperish bak kut teh, which they claim tooriginate from there too), wan ton mee, etc. well, u see, they have their own special dishes? Now, who's hijacking other countries' stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, known for some of her tasty food like Hainanese chicken ricem bak kut teh and chilli crab, are world knowned. I once, went to Taiwan, and had the Taiwanese people telling me how much they love singapore's food. Now? Malaysia trying to hijack our stuffs? Things that are being promoted for years or even decades, money spent, effort prt in, are now to be taken away by a cheap claim? come on, state the facts, and stop laying claims on everything, Malaysia. You have ur own heritage, so do us, Singapore and our neighbour, Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: The biggest of the piracy doesn't come from people purchasing, but those who steal from others, big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, here is the continuition of the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFOrkR1jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/nXYyl9yi75w/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382862835641603634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFOrkR1jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/nXYyl9yi75w/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before entering 西岛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFOF79eNI/AAAAAAAAAio/pR2Pksyby0o/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382862825540384978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFOF79eNI/AAAAAAAAAio/pR2Pksyby0o/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Funny fruit called 铁西瓜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFNqIbO1I/AAAAAAAAAig/ehXVvXvZoak/s1600-h/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382862818076474194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFNqIbO1I/AAAAAAAAAig/ehXVvXvZoak/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFNE8nFgI/AAAAAAAAAiY/wTIJYVgBjjg/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382862808094807554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFNE8nFgI/AAAAAAAAAiY/wTIJYVgBjjg/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group photo on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFMlBTSjI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aLCdImIUILw/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382862799524547122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFMlBTSjI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aLCdImIUILw/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with 一哥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPEPO9_XqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VAJRXOSvYtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382861745633058466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPEPO9_XqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VAJRXOSvYtQ/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a shop selling fire extinguishers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPEOlPlRSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2c5FCSIQKak/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382861734432556322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPEOlPlRSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2c5FCSIQKak/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the coconut are real tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPEOAY-sII/AAAAAAAAAh4/SIfZB1WtoqQ/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382861724539859074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPEOAY-sII/AAAAAAAAAh4/SIfZB1WtoqQ/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so are these Hainanese food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPENbDhkeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/JIAFYNq2hSE/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382861714517758434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPENbDhkeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/JIAFYNq2hSE/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner at a steamboat restaurant. The ma la steam boat is real good, better than Singapore's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPEMx2d1cI/AAAAAAAAAho/JRgM7e_wmf0/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382861703457134018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPEMx2d1cI/AAAAAAAAAho/JRgM7e_wmf0/s320/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us with Laura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6076379533503262612?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6076379533503262612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6076379533503262612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6076379533503262612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6076379533503262612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/09/malaysia-too-tired-of-peaceful-life.html' title='Malaysia too tired of peaceful life?'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SrPFOrkR1jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/nXYyl9yi75w/s72-c/IMG_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7107525926265168284</id><published>2009-09-06T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:25:16.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I must admit, i am getting more and more slack with this blog. lol.. but dun worry... to compensate all my readers, i shall present to u this performance that i watched in youtube. My sister keeps lamenting that he's handsome... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6AL2pNemG5c&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/6AL2pNemG5c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its tough trying to go through the last few days. Suddenly, it seems numbers are getting closer to me than ever before (forget the fact that i am good in mathematics). I just passed my 26th birthday. And, u know what? suddenly, i feel so old. haha... no longer i can classigy myself as mid twenties. I'm over mid twenties now!!! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few months of not playing intensive basketball + slack + no exercise, result to a drop in my standing board jump. haha.. my lowest jump has always been 239 minimum for years. But guess what? i broke my record during a must-take ippt which happened in 3rd sept. I jumped 225!!! haha... i was surprised. My friends are. hahaa... and there goes my $200 silver incentive. i got a mere $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here... may i present to u my long awaited photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvOcxfJGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oTMotKWm38E/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378405411531465826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvOcxfJGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oTMotKWm38E/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on board the boat just before the dive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvNzUshWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/PA3XIKIV5SI/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378405400404854114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvNzUshWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/PA3XIKIV5SI/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvNL8-MfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DKQpr8fiJFI/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378405389836366322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvNL8-MfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DKQpr8fiJFI/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awaiting the dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvMs-8WhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qwMszIGoAbk/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378405381523134994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvMs-8WhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qwMszIGoAbk/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying to be emo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvMEtOcaI/AAAAAAAAAhA/VJOCSRE5cxE/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378405370711404962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvMEtOcaI/AAAAAAAAAhA/VJOCSRE5cxE/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what this is? its a view on this 'kelong' toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt70QMvJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5ZUGeLEb5DU/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378403991905156242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt70QMvJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/5ZUGeLEb5DU/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt7YcTFuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/mqBmp-3lD80/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378403984439711458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt7YcTFuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/mqBmp-3lD80/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; still waiting... nvm.. we singaporeans love waiting and queueing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt6ypY6GI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WJP2HTZCcm8/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378403974294071394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt6ypY6GI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WJP2HTZCcm8/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at 一哥's restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt6Yhta4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/NmsnxShQpYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378403967282539394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt6Yhta4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/NmsnxShQpYQ/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying to take a photo of the firefly. but apparently, the camara just cannot capture the beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt533Y0YI/AAAAAAAAAgY/V52NgCS7CM8/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378403958515093890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPt533Y0YI/AAAAAAAAAgY/V52NgCS7CM8/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just before the departure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alrite, there are sill hundreds of photos and it seems to be taking ages to upload, so i'll upload these at the moment. I'll update the rest next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PROMISE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charm: Time doesn't wait for no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7107525926265168284?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7107525926265168284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7107525926265168284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7107525926265168284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7107525926265168284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-update.html' title='Another update...'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SqPvOcxfJGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oTMotKWm38E/s72-c/IMG_0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6074345910677688838</id><published>2009-08-10T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:42:16.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Fixed yet...</title><content type='html'>My com's repaired for an hour, but spoiled again when i bring it home. Sad rite? so its still down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back from Hainan for ages but decided against blogging it now, nor uploading the pics as this com of my sis is just so irritating when typing., loll.. the keyboard is so difficult to type.. so.. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm super broke now after finding that i had actually over spent in the one month. One KL trip and one Hainan trip left me looking for avenues to increase my cash. lol... In a rather bad shape now, in terms of money and my body. Wearing a child's hoola hoop around me. Grew fatter in waist. I'm determined to cut those down once i finish with my individual assignment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my 8gb thumbdrive while at work, so, thank goodness that guoliang's thumbdrive had those saved pics from hainan.. lol... but gone are my info, and some projects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it... tune in soon as i will update my blog real soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: enduring and resisting temptaions may train u to be a better man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6074345910677688838?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6074345910677688838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6074345910677688838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6074345910677688838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6074345910677688838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-fixed-yet.html' title='Not Fixed yet...'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-745748240345889631</id><published>2009-07-09T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:23:41.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>computer down again</title><content type='html'>My computer is down again... so fristrating isn't it... I'd wanted to update my blog for weeks but this com just wun start the window for me.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got a fine of $139 for trying to be a bus driver, which means i ride on the bus lane. I appealed to the LTA and got it overturned, of course, to my relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to KL and Hainan in the next 2 weeks, but my stupid cshool just changed my time table as it wishes. So what now? I'm gonna miss some lessons due to their incapability to in form us earlier. lol.. and ... i'll load the pics asap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a very very hectic holiday for me... working 294 hours in june alone and they are gonna take some hours away from me coz they just dun lke a part time gettung so much pay. Haiz... and that luxasoa. I worked non stop for them and this is how i';m treated. In summary, i only had 2 days of off days from the period of 26th May to 5th July, not as much commission as i like due to the current global meltdown, worked like a pig but treated like shit, worked more than 500 hours in total during this period, and in the end, just know that they are not following MOM laws, wherevby they have to compensate one working more than a certain no of hours a week, and they hold the passports of the foreign workers they hired for more than 1 1/2 yrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shd start telling thm to follow laws... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Every sweat being shed, might not get u the results that u want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-745748240345889631?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/745748240345889631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=745748240345889631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/745748240345889631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/745748240345889631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/07/computer-down-again.html' title='computer down again'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-731738258722700913</id><published>2009-06-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:49:06.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Combustable, infinite robot</title><content type='html'>I'm a robot. An indestructable one. Tireless and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of exams, marks the start of my summer holidays. This holiday is suppose to be one that i am supposed to enjoy, such as meeting up with friends, non-stop action of basketball, spending money, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what was expected of me is the part time job which i had worked since i was 17 yrs old. This pt job, for my 'summer holidays' is destroying my enjoyment. &gt;12 hours a day. Everyday from 26 may til 5July. This is starting to take a toll on me. I am tired. I thought i can take it. but 2 more promotions and 17 more days. I'm losing it. Dead tired is the word. Half zombie is the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on the brighter side, i can see a lot of income. But all of these will probably go into the purchase of my new vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vehicle, is a chopper, a cruiser, or in my own context, a safety bike. I ride with caution (and i hope to). I used it as a means of transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with this transport, i'm still late for work. lol... well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead tired i am now. Lets hope and pray that my promotion on the launch of Prada new fragrance will be a success. And for all u guys' info, the robinson expo sales, 26th June to 5th july, i'll be there as well.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: no pain, no gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-731738258722700913?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/731738258722700913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=731738258722700913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/731738258722700913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/731738258722700913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/combustable-infinite-robot.html' title='A Combustable, infinite robot'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-4979283530358752840</id><published>2009-06-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:18:00.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone: another love one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have this big aunt who resides in Malaysia. She's the biggest sister of my mum. She saw me grow up thru these years. Every time when i saw her, she's always with this cousin of mine who is mentally disabled. This cousin of mine, thou older in age than me, behaves like a child who needs constant care. My big aunt is always by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My big aunt, aged 70+, is filial. She loves her sons and daughters, from what i heard from my relatives. Whenever she has the money, or spare cash, they go to the pockets of her sons and daughters. She visits her mum, who is my grandma, whenever she can, but when she was there, she constantly thinks of her grand daughters and grandsons who needs to attend school and that she needs to prepare meals for them and take care of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She doesn't has much education but she's hardworking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2/6/09, 6p.m., she took a fall, was hospitalised. Doctors said she suffered a stroke probably due to high blood pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3/6/09, 1a.m., she was pronounced dead in the hospital, due to a burst blood vessel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was home at 2am. Washing my new bike with Huat. Upon reaching home, i was surprised to see my mum still awake. I thought she was waiting for me. Probably true, as she's concerned about me. But i think, she's feeling lost. Afterall, this is her sister who took care of her when she's young. This is her sister who played with her when she's schooling. This is her true blooded sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I felt her loss, just as much as i felt mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought: how can someone whom i just saw 2 months ago during my cousin's wedding in Malaysia, at my grandma's house, i talked to, i bought burger for, i ate with............. just be gone like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can still vividly hear her voice in my mind, calling out my name. Her gentle tone and how she speaks. The way she moves and talks. The care she showed towards my grandma and my mentally disabled cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She once told me, if she is to pass away, her only concern will be this daughter of hers, as she does not know who will take care of her and who she can rely on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm thinking of that now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now, i would wish to get my offs from work and see her for the last time, but i couldn't. Too many promotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that is the last time i see of her. The last time i hear of her. The last photo i have of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The never faded life of her, however, is what i have seen of her. This will probably stay with me forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lost of an aunt, the lost of a sister, the lost of a daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will always remember u, aunt, for all the lessons i learnt from u, seeing how filial u are., how caring u are, how lovely u are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342810709735075154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SiV6CHfpbVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DlBEPTkAjzI/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My cousin : second from right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342810704469334994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SiV6Bz4Mm9I/AAAAAAAAAgI/4D5zB6QIZ-g/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My well respected aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342810699513449202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SiV6BhanyvI/AAAAAAAAAgA/thyQlPXtIdk/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Life's so unpredictable. One moment u are there, one moment u aren't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-4979283530358752840?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4979283530358752840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=4979283530358752840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4979283530358752840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4979283530358752840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-another-love-one.html' title='Gone: another love one...'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SiV6CHfpbVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DlBEPTkAjzI/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7461268332261008598</id><published>2009-05-31T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:25:57.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2 wheel thingy; a perceived risk</title><content type='html'>hey, tell u guys a secret! but pls keep it a secret!! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my class 2b some 3 months ago, without any intention to purchase a vehicle. I just wanted the licence for me to ride a bike in malaysia when i'm at my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a decision was made recently by myself that afterall, since i cannot afford a car, i can try to start off with a small one on bike ( a second hand one). I weighed decisions heavily in my mind for quite sometime, trying to differentiate the pros and cons but it seems that i need to force myself into the decision to start with a vehicle so that i can force myself to study and work harder, or perhaps play harder! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember some time ago, someone told me:" you will not be avidly chasing your dreams unless u put some form of pressure on yourself, be it physical or mental."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot afford the full sum of the nike currently, but paying the down payment indeed pull and stretch all my finanaces, but the harder part may be the monthly installment which if added up with my expenses and insurances, will put a strain on me monthly. Probably this will take half a year for me to recover my finances but i think it may have a positive effect on me, due to me having to stress myself more on work and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not yeat told my parents but i think i will tell them soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry thou, i am a safe driver and rider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: without risk; without gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7461268332261008598?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7461268332261008598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7461268332261008598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7461268332261008598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7461268332261008598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-wheel-thingy-perceived-risk.html' title='A 2 wheel thingy; a perceived risk'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1989070650259558734</id><published>2009-05-08T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:09:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post exams...</title><content type='html'>hey... so, exams finally finished on the 5th of this month. Hard work throughout, trying to focus and study, and dumping all those mac donald meals into my stomach, while studying at Kallang mac with QQ and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without working out for more than a month + lots of expensive junk food, and the late nite sleep, about 6 to 7 am for a month, i seemed to grow out of shape! lol.. flattening chest, ballooning abs or should i say tummy, ugly arms and the deep dark eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its time for me to get back to shape, after trying to finish that normal 3.4km run, which i really struggled for the first time since NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i'm back to work, after sharing all my wealth with Mac Donalds. I'm trying to save up money for now, in the thought of buying a bike. lol.. okie.. thats just a dream first. we need a vehicle tostart of with right? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dear cousin, ah qi, requested for me to post these 2 pics of us which we took just before i set off for studying for exams. LOL... pls do not laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SgR03uEu_AI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kvgii5_gbA0/s1600-h/2854_92504905618_692260618_2963212_6575055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333516359323024386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SgR03uEu_AI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kvgii5_gbA0/s320/2854_92504905618_692260618_2963212_6575055_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Ah Qi and me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SgR03aMaT7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/KBYBVUawb9o/s1600-h/2854_92504900618_692260618_2963211_1526711_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333516353986514866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SgR03aMaT7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/KBYBVUawb9o/s320/2854_92504900618_692260618_2963211_1526711_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mum and me... nvr noe that she's so hip.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Time flies, so do I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-1989070650259558734?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1989070650259558734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1989070650259558734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1989070650259558734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1989070650259558734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-exams.html' title='Post exams...'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SgR03uEu_AI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kvgii5_gbA0/s72-c/2854_92504905618_692260618_2963212_6575055_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5225577415991382741</id><published>2009-04-18T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:05:00.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Vs Exams</title><content type='html'>hey... u know how i envy those classmates of mine who do not need to work and study at the same time? well, i have to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was comtemplating with working during such a crucial month that has the exams looming around me. The fact, however, after some considerations is that i have to work this month! My last day for the month was on the 15th, which had just past, and i am glad that it d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, during and after work, its really frustrating to have this thinking being so vividly in ur brain, reminding now and then that everyone is studying now and u are still working, and not a chapter being flipped thru this week. Therefore, armed with my readings for that AMCA, i brought it to the sales floor and tried reading those lifeless, broing articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, left with less than a week to my first paper, i'm trying my best, to complete those 20 chapters of Marketing Communications, while trying to practice on those questions in Management Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have only one thing in mind: the day after the final paper. Lets hope that i'll survive this crisis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whose ideas is this to set those exams for students? Can't they just letdo with those tedious projects? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: the one who can last the distance is the strongest man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-5225577415991382741?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5225577415991382741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5225577415991382741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5225577415991382741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5225577415991382741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-vs-exams.html' title='Working Vs Exams'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7872533231535466207</id><published>2009-04-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:31:25.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>hey... i'm reaching the end of my semester, with the exams in sight again. I think this time i, again, am the superman. Why do i say so? well... haha... i planned that i'm not going to work this semester, and will concentrate fully on my studies. However, halfway thru the semester, my money earned during the holidays had run out (thanks to my big stomach).&lt;br /&gt;so, i started work again in march and i'm working til 15 of this month. Applied marketing communication and application paper is on the 23rd... omg.. aren't i superman? haha... moreover, the never ending readings that are given to us had me thinking of bringing them to work and read. lol.. if not, i'll never finish those boring articles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm thinking of starting a fragrance consultancy firm. lol.. think only lar.. but dunno whether there is demand. okie... stop all those market research stuffs.... i know what u guys are going to tell me.. think only lar... lol... but what u all think ar? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any one thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7872533231535466207?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7872533231535466207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7872533231535466207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7872533231535466207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7872533231535466207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/04/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-4437590703179880493</id><published>2009-03-31T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:28:46.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April fool</title><content type='html'>Some jokes which i picked to entertain u on this day, in case u think its still so childish to do that april fool joke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;January--I kicked&lt;br /&gt;February--I loved&lt;br /&gt;March--I smoked&lt;br /&gt;April--I dry humped&lt;br /&gt;May--I choked on&lt;br /&gt;June--I murdered&lt;br /&gt;July--I did the macarena with&lt;br /&gt;August--I had lunch with S&lt;br /&gt;eptember--I danced with&lt;br /&gt;October--I sang to&lt;br /&gt;November--I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;December--I ran over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;1-------a birdbath&lt;br /&gt;2-------a monster&lt;br /&gt;3-------a phone&lt;br /&gt;4-------a fork&lt;br /&gt;5-------a Mexican&lt;br /&gt;6-------a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7-------my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;8-------my dog&lt;br /&gt;9-------my best friends boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10-------my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;11-------my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12-------a banana&lt;br /&gt;13-------a fireman&lt;br /&gt;14-------a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15-------a goat&lt;br /&gt;16-------a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17-------your mom&lt;br /&gt;18-------a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19-------myself&lt;br /&gt;20-------a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21-------a ninja&lt;br /&gt;22-------Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;23-------a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24-------a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;25-------a football player&lt;br /&gt;26-------my sister&lt;br /&gt;27-------my brother&lt;br /&gt;28-------an ipod&lt;br /&gt;29-------a permanent marker&lt;br /&gt;30-------a llama&lt;br /&gt;31-------a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;White------because I'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;Black------- because thats how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink--------because I'm NOT a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;Red---------Because the voices told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Blue--------Because I'm sexy and i do what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Green------Because I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Purple------Because I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;Gray--------Because I was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow------Because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Orange----Because I hate my family.&lt;br /&gt;Brown-----Because I was high.&lt;br /&gt;Peach-------Because I love oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;Other-------Because I'm a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;None------Because I cant control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Husband Store A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City , where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates: You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!&lt;br /&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids. 'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.' So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking. 'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework. 'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!' Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE NOTE: To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives store just across the street&lt;br /&gt;The first floor has wives that love sex.&lt;br /&gt;The second floor has wives that love sex, like beer and have money.&lt;br /&gt;The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Laughters are temporary pain killers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-4437590703179880493?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4437590703179880493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=4437590703179880493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4437590703179880493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4437590703179880493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-fool.html' title='April fool'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1860858462575840149</id><published>2009-03-27T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:28:52.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Global Dynasty</title><content type='html'>HEY!! u know what? I'm a fan of history of china, a fan of swordplay movies, a fan of war movies, like patriot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient dynasties may be over. However, recently, i realised that we are still living in dynasty. Now, its the Global Dynasty. Why do i say that? Firstly, i ready the newspaper recently and saw that some scientists discovered over 50 species of new animals, plants, and whatever. This means that even thou we are now in the process of globalisation, we do have undiscovered lands in earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't any more of the conquering of lands. But look aroung us, and u'll find 'internal war' in our current dynasty. We have one in the south of our country, north of our country, east of our country and the neighbours of our little piece of land. U may ask: whose the king then? well, i think unlike the past, we no longer have 1 king, but now, we have 2 frailing kings, and probably 2 uprising ones. USA and europe are the 'kings', but probably on the downward trend, while China and India are the uprising ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... well, probably in 20 yrs time, we may have one more. Indonesia. Don't be surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring, aren't it? haha... i think so too... Blame it on the marvellous 'Seven swords' which i watched earlier. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i passed my class 2B yesterday. First time! lol... thanks thanks for all ur congrats!! hehe... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: The Past; the Present; the Future; Everything's a cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-1860858462575840149?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1860858462575840149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1860858462575840149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1860858462575840149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1860858462575840149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/03/global-dynasty.html' title='The Global Dynasty'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5647377212470034813</id><published>2009-03-17T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:25:49.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How old is old?</title><content type='html'>Often, we singaporeans ar encouraged by our government to take public transport. If we see a lady with a big tummy, we recognised that she is pregnant, and therefore give up our seats for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we see a person who is crippled, blind, etc, we also give up our seats tothem due to the dispairity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, something's been lingering in my mind for quite some time. How do we consider a person as old? Who should we give our seat to if we consider them old? And how do u justify that they are old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, you must be wondering why i bring up this topic. Well, this problem came up to me when i was in this mrt. I was standing reading my newpaper. there was this young couple, probably in the 15 or 16, playing the nintendo DS. Then, came this women who was heavily pregnant, and it was obvious due to the round tummy thats so convex. The young couple looked up but continued anyway. and this whole 2 stretches of sitting tua pek gong just dunno any thing abt giving up their seats. Maybe, they all failed their moral education when they were in schools, or maybe these guys were heavily pregnant as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this other scenario when i was standing, again, in the Mrt. I saw this lady, whom i think should be in her 70s but with black hair, presumably dyed. No one gave her a look, not to say give up their seats. She continued standing there, hunched. Then we reached the next station. In came another lady in her 50s but with a head full of white hairs. Immediately, a guy gave up his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... look!!! must an old lady be in white hair to be considered old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. this really beats me.. perhaps, its time for our school system to change the pictures in the civic and moral education book. Not anymore should they draw an old lady with white hair as old, but probably a pic that defines old people as old. Coz, if i dye my hair, probably i'll get a seat too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take a seat back when u take the public transport the next time. Be more willing to give up ur seat to people who look old but probably not in white hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Don't just blindly follow the book. You must be smart enough to differentiate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-5647377212470034813?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5647377212470034813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5647377212470034813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5647377212470034813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5647377212470034813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-old-is-old.html' title='How old is old?'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-2643103131345470294</id><published>2009-03-15T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:38:13.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wedding and a custom</title><content type='html'>I'm rather close to my relatives in Malaysia, the family from my maternal side. On the first week of this month, i was back to my grandma's house in Segamat to attend my cousin's wedding (finally he's married at the age of 31, with the permission from his Ci Xi empress, mother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed there from school, whereby my class finished at 5pm. I took bus 170 all the way to Woodlands checkpoint. Upon reaching Larkin Interchange in Johor Bahru at 7.30pm, i found that all the tickets to Segamat were totally sold out. However, i was approached by a taxi driver who offered to drive me to Segamat for RM45. Of course, i have to wait for 3 more people to take up the same offer before we can go. I waited with another girl whom i dunno for an hour plus, without success. Just when the driver found 2 ladies to take up the offer, a bus company 'suddenly' have tickets for sale. However, this time the price of the ticket doubled from RM12.50 to RM25, and the bus timing was at 9pm. With the 3 ladies going for that offer, leaving me stranded, i decided to take up that offer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached my grandma's house at 12.15am, and found that the 2 tentages built in front of the house were so beautiful. They were in pink and red. These tentages somehow, remind me of the white tentages that were in the same place some 8 months ago when my grandpa passed away. Anyway, choi!!! lol... That night, my relatives had a pleasant surprise for my 3rd uncle, whose birthday happens to fall on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned the 'camara man', even thou i'm not a professional one. Yes, there's one in the bride's side, but i have to do a video recording of the event on the day. There's only an extra battery thou, as my uncle forgot to bring the charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never slept for the night, getting ready at 4am, before moving off in 4 cars at 5am. I was in this porton gen 2, and their speed on the road from Segamat to kluang was devil-ish. the top speen going at 160km/hr on the small roads, overtaking cars at will. The bride's car, also, playing the show "Fast and Furious 5".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the bride's house at 6.20am. Very early, but with the breakfast + waiting + neverending games + waiting +waiting + waiting + waiting = sun already almost a quarter up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew back at that speed again. And know what? i was dead tired, dosed off on the sofa before retreating to the room to sleep and sleep. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had vegetarian for the whole day, and of course, my favorite ayam special from the stall at the roadside when the clock struck 12. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below are the photos, as i'm lazy to narate thru the whole process. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1FLOZO4fI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4E77ol_JdBc/s1600-h/wedding+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313479194511860210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1FLOZO4fI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4E77ol_JdBc/s320/wedding+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The newly wed offering tea to my grandma; notice how much my grandma has aged from all my previous photos posted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1FKn7W9OI/AAAAAAAAAfg/if1hDmyPky4/s1600-h/wedding+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313479184186012898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1FKn7W9OI/AAAAAAAAAfg/if1hDmyPky4/s320/wedding+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bride and the bridegroom (my cousin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1EvSVybnI/AAAAAAAAAfY/FtarFRoQUcg/s1600-h/wedding+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313478714534817394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1EvSVybnI/AAAAAAAAAfY/FtarFRoQUcg/s320/wedding+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See me faithfully doing my task in the background? This is the tea custom in Kluang, the bride's house. How generous of the bride's mum to cook up deserts and breakfast for us and also giving each of us a red packet.. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1EvMCl69I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/32UESs_ru_g/s1600-h/wedding+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313478712843693010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1EvMCl69I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/32UESs_ru_g/s320/wedding+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well, this pretty lady on the left in my cousin, also the bridegroom's sister. The gorgeous lady, who is the most beautiful lady in the world, of course is my mum.. hehehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1EvORFSSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Fp8Uw3BK8NA/s1600-h/wedding+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313478713441339682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1EvORFSSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Fp8Uw3BK8NA/s320/wedding+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousn and me. This photo was uploaded into the facebook, and i received some comments and messages from concerned friends asking me if i had married? lol.. probably the culprit in this photo for that misconception is that 喜喜.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1Eu3v7AFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/i0F3r5Yrx7Q/s1600-h/wedding+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313478707396673618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1Eu3v7AFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/i0F3r5Yrx7Q/s320/wedding+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okie, thats us again..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1EuXlW3aI/AAAAAAAAAe4/c5iJczhMVMQ/s1600-h/wedding+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313478698762427810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1EuXlW3aI/AAAAAAAAAe4/c5iJczhMVMQ/s320/wedding+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here, u can see my 'cute' sister with my cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charm: Life's a standard procedure. Everyone's taking the same route, only at different times of their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-2643103131345470294?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2643103131345470294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=2643103131345470294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/2643103131345470294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/2643103131345470294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-and-custom.html' title='A wedding and a custom'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/Sb1FLOZO4fI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4E77ol_JdBc/s72-c/wedding+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6057216298945989125</id><published>2009-03-04T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:49:11.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game or moral Etiquette?</title><content type='html'>All these years, my passion for basketball has never subsided. Once in a while, i'll visit the basketball court with a basketball in hand. I'll let the basketball interact with the basket, while my shoes aggressively kissing the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly recall those times when i roam the basketball courts with my basketball buddies during my secondary school times. We played the game on anywhere where there's a basketball court. However, we do have 3 places whereby we trained particularly: Kebun Bahru CC, Ang Mo Kio CC and one of the street courts in a park near Kebun Bahru CC. This street court is the place we called our secret training place. The floor of the court is constantly littered with dried leaves, branches. In those days, we do have some pia kias playing opposite us, but we never had a problem with them, while being friends with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I met Andy forthe game near his house. This is also a place i frequent often: Potong Pasir CC. Lovely place with some good players. However, upon reaching there at 7.15pm, we realised that the whole basketball court had been booked by a company for some kind of trainings for their upcoming tournament. Therefore, Andy brought me to another court, one which i had not seen nor play for years, dating back to my secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court still littered with dried leaves, branches. But this is not the one we i played years ago. This place is located in bradell. I'm of course excited. even thought the condition there isn't that great, the game is. After some shootings, we were in for a game, with some small ah bengs who seem like 17 or 18, with 1 wearing an ITE College West shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game went on for 11 points and of coue we won. The bengs wanted a second, and we gamed. Towards the last few points, they started playing VIOLENTLY, scolding vulgarities and in the end threw the ball at me.. lol.. u know what? It seems like years ago that i had last seen someone that is such a bad loser. Hmm... of course, i sensed the 'fire' burning and proceeded to take my basketball which i parked on the pole. Upon reaching my basketball, i felt another basketball hitting me hard. That was when i realsed the 2 round boys who look like bowling balls were trying to pick a fight on me. lol.. i grit my teeth with the intention of not getting into any involvement in fight with them. i gave up the game with them, with a last point to go, as i do not want a fight to happen. Moreover, even though they are only 16 or 17 or even 18, they have their 'head' with ang kongs standing some distances away but seems like they will come and join in if a fight broke out. Again, i grit my teeth, swallow my pride, i walked off. And what happen to Andy? He was still there trying to 'reason' with them.. lol... how can u reason with ah bengs? they wun be ah bengs if they can reason... they only noe about fights and sei at thet age... lol... i pulled andy away, and we both walked off... while on the other end, they hurled all sorts of dilect vigurities like chants or erm... lyrics of songs.. anyway, while walking off, the only thing on my mind is not to get involved in a fight now as i do not want any injuries, due to my test on this coming friday. I need to study right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... even though basketball is a game, and i always love winning while hating the other end product, this incident left me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these guys not game enough or do they lack moral etiquette (sportsmanship)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: The only quench for my thirst is Winning. Whats Yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6057216298945989125?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6057216298945989125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6057216298945989125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6057216298945989125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6057216298945989125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/03/game-or-moral-etiquette.html' title='Game or moral Etiquette?'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-4677139673079427043</id><published>2009-02-02T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:41:48.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of an end</title><content type='html'>I'd been wandering around blogs of some friends of mine, checking out their posts. I came upon this post whereby this friend of mine posted what she thought of the company, which; by the way, is the company which i'd worked for the past 8-9 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree with her on how some HR personnels handle their staffs while thinking of the just trying to cut cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.. so this is how my company works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company distributes lots of brands of perfumes in Singapore. However, during the good times, the company wasted good money on non-sales part-timers who are just a losses to the company. Eg, having more than 6 sales person on 4 brands; whereby just 3 good ones will do. out of these 6; probably only 2 are sales orientated, 1 talkative but no sales while always eating snakes and 3 useless, salesless sales person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a waste of resourses on trying to market 'known' brands on 'Losses' places such as the one outside HMV. okie... so, probably u think that its for the branding kind of stuffs.. but how do u explain a setup cost of probably more than 15k for a 7 day period and this going on for a year or so? well... probably this will indeed increase the branding but how many of this promotions there indeed earn $$? moreover, not being a sole distributer now also has its disadvantage on the brands u try to throw money on their branding.. Yes, branding; even thou i study maketing, i won't agree on how they are doing it.. coz, customers know whats there for the brand but they buy, while buying from little india, mustafa, lucky plaza, whereby some of them are not even taking the products from our comapny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, recession looms around while the company cuts costs. Cutting part timers to 2 per division is serious enough but how do u explain the fact that they hire new staffs who are part timers while not using the more experienced, sales orientated, proven sales person like me? lol... isn't that a 'throwing money' kind of contradiction? Hmmm.. i feel so ____, that i had gone back to the company to pay back the favor while not accepting a higher paying job.. but nvm... the forest is not just having that tree... i'll start looking for another job, freelance or part time... so if u guys do have any recommendations, haha... u can leave down a message to me of give me a call.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Being loyal is a virtue only to have it being respected by the other party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-4677139673079427043?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4677139673079427043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=4677139673079427043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4677139673079427043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4677139673079427043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of an end'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8552829588312711953</id><published>2009-01-20T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:02:42.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your true fear?</title><content type='html'>I was browsing around some of the blogs when i came across this from Wen. Quite interesting... so i took 5 mins to complete it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Disappointment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 76%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are a fun-loving, energetic, and cheerful person. You love adrenaline rushes, and going out at night. You constantly have to be having a great time to feel completely happy. Your biggest fear is not having anything to do, or having a huge disappointment/let down in your life. You hate being sad, and if something in your life suddenly went wrong it would be extremely hard for you to deal with. Just remember that everyone has to deal with hard times. Stay strong, and pretty soon your fun, party life will get right back the way it used to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 58%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 54%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 34%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 27%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 24%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8552829588312711953?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8552829588312711953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8552829588312711953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8552829588312711953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8552829588312711953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-your-true-fear.html' title='What is your true fear?'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-2051125625037497966</id><published>2009-01-12T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:29:06.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dec Sales summary</title><content type='html'>hey hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;So i'd been lazing around thinking of doing an update on my blog, but failing to do so for the past month or so.. Hmmm... i shall place the blame on my work for the dec period, lasting all the way to the start of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This christmas is not going to be a 'big' earning period for me. Why? Because Luxasia cuts the commission!!! omg... and the targets have increased!! Say for example, in 2007, the target for my tampines promo is 40k but this year? a recession period whereby people are still buying but all are cutting back their expenses? its a whopping 80k. And of course, without the pasar malam like the 2007 period, without the promo last til 23rd dec(only lasted til 21st), we did not even hit the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expo metro sales is good, but we lost lots of stocks!!! U see, having a whole expo hall 5 for the sales, and they only have 6 securities!!! 2 of them at the security pt, in charge of promoters' bags and stuffs.. with only 4 of them in the hall!!! and they are not patrolling. they were places at the entrance, ging out shopping bag and the cashier, directing the human traffic!! OMG!!! no wonder lots of stocks are lost! a whole 10k of stocks!! hope that we the promoters dun have to pay for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm really impressed at the rate that i worked for the whole dec period... i worked more than 14 hrs daily for a period of 24 days with 3 days of normal shift!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more stories.. will try to update by this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Cutting cost by cutting commission of promoters isn't going to help increase revenue of company; promoters will get less motivated..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-2051125625037497966?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2051125625037497966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=2051125625037497966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/2051125625037497966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/2051125625037497966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2009/01/dec-sales-summary.html' title='The Dec Sales summary'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1048036338753022425</id><published>2008-12-11T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:14:43.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishment of the 42.195km</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7JIj08xI/AAAAAAAAAeo/F_zw_v33dWQ/s1600-h/GGBW0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278776372590080786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7JIj08xI/AAAAAAAAAeo/F_zw_v33dWQ/s320/GGBW0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolling myself in the the standard charter martathon, which is 42.195km long, i started my own training about 2 months back. I'd not been running regularly for 1 year plus, and the feel of running again is just so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a round of a part of bishan park (abt 3.4km), to 2 rounds and 3 rounds, i ran for an hour 2 to 3 times a week to prepare myself for the run. Normally, it takes approximately abt an hour, sometimes with the companionship of my running buddy, Loo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, that i would have simply complete the whole marathon within 5 hours.. but that is wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of my holiday is equal to the stopping of my running to to the tiredness that i face daily when working.. So, i think naturally, my stamina drops again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 7th Dec 08, the race day, i were to reach esplanade drive at 5.30am which is the time that the race was suppose to start. However, equipped with only 3 hours of sleep due to work, i work up only at 5.45am. In this marathon, i had 2 best friends who were suppose to be joining me side by side, one being Qingfa, the other being Leon. haha.... but both of them just dissappear, not because they run too fast, but because they did not attend the run. Qingfa went overseas with his family and Leon went missing the night before, and i doubt he went for the run..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the destination, i time is about 6.45am. I started along with those half marathon but running different route. I'm not the latest i think... With my MP3 which lasted only 2 hours, i ran on my own. I like the feeling of running past people as that gives me an achievement of 'fast'. Being one of those who were late and as the last few of themarathon, my aim is not only to complete the race but also to catch up with the main pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jogged non stop, taking water, isonate water, a banana, some kind of energy gel, along the way.. i felt energetic... however, after 17km, i gave up, my legs aching.. i took the deep heat from those at the side of the road distributing them, and applied to my legs, i walked run, walked run.... til the 21st km when i heard the couple passing a electronic part were there's a beep sound.. and when i passed, there wasn't any. I wondered why, and looked at their shoes before realising that the black thing which i collected before the race must be pet at the shoes nd not in my hand pouch.. OMG, so, my timing is off so much then... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued the journey, running stopping, stopping running, my legs aching more an more.. the feeling of the pain which i felt in hell week seemed to surface again.. however, along the journey, i saw some of my batch boys, zurong, silvestre, gabriel chong and mervin, and it seems that quite a few of the others were also in the race, and i think they are up in front of the middle pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the finishing line, the sight of people were funny... it seems all had became penguin, the movement, walking were so funny.. but i wanted a strong finish... so i bore with the pain and finish with a run... i finished it in 6hours 17mins.. from my own watch timing... the time being about 1pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain on the legs were excruciating thereafter.. I felt it when i reached home and it indeed lasted for a few days.... so... these are the photos... and, i'' put more up soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7I9Qk_II/AAAAAAAAAeg/4mpdSnm84Hg/s1600-h/GGBW0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278776369556552834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7I9Qk_II/AAAAAAAAAeg/4mpdSnm84Hg/s320/GGBW0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7Cp7q8yI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VhWfVlc6kMk/s1600-h/GGBU1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278776261289374498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7Cp7q8yI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VhWfVlc6kMk/s320/GGBU1435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7CTWYuMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ZOAQo7MlkDU/s1600-h/GGBT0957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278776255227410626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7CTWYuMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ZOAQo7MlkDU/s320/GGBT0957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7CCUvIGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-psHO9Jglvo/s1600-h/GGBS2573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278776250657087586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7CCUvIGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/-psHO9Jglvo/s320/GGBS2573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7CJE9s5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/2n_NZ3DCe8Q/s1600-h/GGBO0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278776252469982098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7CJE9s5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/2n_NZ3DCe8Q/s320/GGBO0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7B3EiCDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xn1gafYuSMw/s1600-h/GGBK1664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278776247636330546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7B3EiCDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xn1gafYuSMw/s320/GGBK1664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: without pain, there's no gain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/461498278506297571-1048036338753022425?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1048036338753022425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1048036338753022425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1048036338753022425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1048036338753022425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/12/accomplishment-of-42195km.html' title='Accomplishment of the 42.195km'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SUH7JIj08xI/AAAAAAAAAeo/F_zw_v33dWQ/s72-c/GGBW0372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7703213174606410028</id><published>2008-11-29T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:39:52.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty of not Blogging</title><content type='html'>Yo!!! Firstly, let me apologise for not blogging.. lol.. I'll put it down to the fact of me working, exams(which finished on the 10th Nov), and probably just plain laziness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams shd be fine this time round, i hope... December gotta be very busy due to christmas sales and hopefully, all the villagers in Singapore will come and get some presents for their love ones, if not i wun get any sales.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through the photos in my album when i saw that i have so many of the photos not uploaded yet. haha... and so... its here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eileen's wedding..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF69cPk8GI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wGKG4XEJt-0/s1600-h/n662418802_1157345_4902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131834599698530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF69cPk8GI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wGKG4XEJt-0/s320/n662418802_1157345_4902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A photo with the gorgeous bride, one who i worked with when we both finished our O levels.. She look so pretty in that dress, and for all ur info, she's an ex-airstewardess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF69Bw9lgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ziFmVElWXwk/s1600-h/n662418802_1156959_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131827491968514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF69Bw9lgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ziFmVElWXwk/s320/n662418802_1156959_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend's gathering:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF687t3Y1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2L7ChIwSAuA/s1600-h/12072008432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131825868366674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF687t3Y1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2L7ChIwSAuA/s320/12072008432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yoshi's going home, back to Japan after a 6month attachment to NUS.. We met for the last time before he left for his home in Japan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF68xr5CQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VvqVUfRkw1w/s1600-h/12072008431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131823175731458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF68xr5CQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VvqVUfRkw1w/s320/12072008431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i made some japanese friends, a malaysian and a Singaporean in this group. And of course, a few of them cannot make it to this gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The memories:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF68cJrj2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JPJN1ENqaGE/s1600-h/ndp+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131817395097442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF68cJrj2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JPJN1ENqaGE/s320/ndp+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking at the profiles of my friend's when i saw some of the photos we took while we were still serving for our countries. As seen, in this photo, we were taking a break during one of the many rehearsals of the NDP'06. The last parade held in the national stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zhengxin's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6FotkK-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/FeaN7vQo944/s1600-h/SNC00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274130875874028514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6FotkK-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/FeaN7vQo944/s320/SNC00206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A sumptious dinner treat from zhengxin on his birthday at marina square. However, we had 2 people missing here, Yongzhong (who was assigned to India for his job) and Danwin ( who was in Australis studying). We purposely took this photo of the wonderful meal to share with them. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6FBf486I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Z0E8Tx6w49U/s1600-h/SNC00207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274130865347687330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6FBf486I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Z0E8Tx6w49U/s320/SNC00207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zhengxin with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6E2OLhDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/z5ly9xsD0-E/s1600-h/SNC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274130862320616498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6E2OLhDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/z5ly9xsD0-E/s320/SNC00209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An after dinner supper at Xing Wang... wooohoo... i love the peanut butter bread there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6EvhtzyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/c_pbdSVXTE4/s1600-h/SNC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274130860523507490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6EvhtzyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/c_pbdSVXTE4/s320/SNC00210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The five of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6ENW1ToI/AAAAAAAAAco/s0fzVowfzZo/s1600-h/SNC00211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274130851351056002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF6ENW1ToI/AAAAAAAAAco/s0fzVowfzZo/s320/SNC00211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so candid we tried.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charm: Devotion = time + effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/461498278506297571-7703213174606410028?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7703213174606410028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7703213174606410028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7703213174606410028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7703213174606410028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/11/guilty-of-not-blogging.html' title='Guilty of not Blogging'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/STF69cPk8GI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wGKG4XEJt-0/s72-c/n662418802_1157345_4902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-4290308340499383245</id><published>2008-10-24T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:39:42.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdued Phukit trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, my trip on 5 Oct is long overdued? lol... i have to admit that loading pictures into blogs is so annoying, due to the long waiting time and the 5 pics at a time process, repetitive, is so tedious...&lt;br /&gt;However, here they are nevertheless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years, my parents have been travelling to Thailand to pay respect to one of the gods, Jiu wang ye, on his birthday. This trip, along with tens or even a hundred of his friends, seems to be a boring one for me as the thoughts of going around with them to temples... omg... this just don't seem to be in my list of overseas stuffs to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this year, my parents asked me if i wanted to follow them there. I was hesistant at first, due to the intial thoughts and the exams being around the corner. But, a look at my calender, i saw the empty slots for the whole week as i have no lessons. So, i thought why not? since its paid for by my dad. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, being my first trip to Thailand, and my desired diving trip at first to phukit ( which turn out that the virginity was givin to other things rather than a diving trip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tasked by my dad to book tickets online for tiger airways and air asia for them, me and a friend of his. So, the amount per person? Its dirt cheap, considering that its less than S$200 per person for a round trip, even thou its on a budget airline.. and i have to book multiple times spread over multiple days due to the limit of my credit card and that i have to pay through AXS whenever i reach the limit of the credit. This being tedious too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Oct, in the evening, we arrived at the budget terminal, my first time there again... haha... don't laugh at my sua gu - ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGPnAkO5wI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JA4bDyPDQfk/s1600-h/SNC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260643740075091714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGPnAkO5wI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JA4bDyPDQfk/s320/SNC00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiger plane which we took to phukit... Its so small and crampy... On the trip there, along with us, is one whole 'battlelion' of scouts i think, form one of the overseas school in Singapore, and they are so hyper in the plane, throughout the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGPm9gEFSI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QbIYMm0DPPQ/s1600-h/SNC00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260643739252299042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGPm9gEFSI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QbIYMm0DPPQ/s320/SNC00017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad, mum and me, taking a photo at the awaiting hall at the budget terminal.. Nothing much to shop here as compared to the terminal 1 and 2.. =( I was trying so hard to play with my new samsung omnia wifi, but think i'm either from stone aged or that the phone need some bashing... i just cannot connect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGPmdnB1DI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Imx4Wq0Gl90/s1600-h/SNC00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260643730691576882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGPmdnB1DI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Imx4Wq0Gl90/s320/SNC00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Upon arriving, a mini van chartered by the Metropole Hotel which we were staying, sent us there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGOPNasznI/AAAAAAAAAcI/K8sGDlgRcw8/s1600-h/SNC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260642231696281202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGOPNasznI/AAAAAAAAAcI/K8sGDlgRcw8/s320/SNC00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! The instant entrance to the hotel just stunt me!!! This was supposed to be the best hotel in Phukit town, but you will not, or should i say NEVER, see this in Singapore. The hotel was decorated with flags and stuffs in its lobby. However, i think it just show that Thailand is really a sacred place to be in... and i have to admit i respect them for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGOOntUiiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/89jEDcdhFPE/s1600-h/SNC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260642221573835298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGOOntUiiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/89jEDcdhFPE/s320/SNC00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the display in the lobby in this hotel... Anyway, the room rate during this 'vegetarian festival', which will have u seeing lots of Singaporeans, malaysians, etc.. in phukit, is just S$58 a room. And its fully booked during this period, with some of my dad's friend having to go to other hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGOOXHutuI/AAAAAAAAAb4/sDKIAB-nCt8/s1600-h/SNC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260642217121199842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGOOXHutuI/AAAAAAAAAb4/sDKIAB-nCt8/s320/SNC00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view in my room.... Okie lar... What more can u ask for S$58 a room.. I shared this room with my dad's friend.. he's hilarious!!! haha... but i dun noe what to blog abt him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGOOJjnruI/AAAAAAAAAbw/A0thj_mqkAs/s1600-h/SNC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260642213480083170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGOOJjnruI/AAAAAAAAAbw/A0thj_mqkAs/s320/SNC00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view to the temple.. mind u, this is just one door to the many deities. This temple housed taoist deities, the house of buddha, thai gods and indian gods.. I think there are over a thousand of immortals house there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGONltQSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nlytZL67R7I/s1600-h/SNC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260642203856816706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGONltQSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nlytZL67R7I/s320/SNC00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side of the temple but still within its vicinity, is onecool place which u will see in Singapore.. the Kopitiam.. and there's a 881 over the other side as well... but they sing thai songs and not the ones u see in 881..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMxz_NhDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gLDpURWlrtE/s1600-h/SNC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260640627142263858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMxz_NhDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gLDpURWlrtE/s320/SNC00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seats, erm... i forgot what are these called in english, which they will tie the statues to while walking round the streets in the morning daily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMxpcaTOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/k6zEJuCCZTQ/s1600-h/SNC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260640624311946466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMxpcaTOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/k6zEJuCCZTQ/s320/SNC00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dang gi, or the person who had the god posessed in him, healing the people. I wanted to try to see if they really can heal my knee, but i wasn't wearing a shorts that day, so i gave it a pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMxKRPAoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ZuWzzbeo6Yo/s1600-h/SNC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260640615943570050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMxKRPAoI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ZuWzzbeo6Yo/s320/SNC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of the ang mo who gaved it a try nevertheless. I find this quite amazing and wonder how the deity react when he sees the cross tatoo on his back.. I wonder if he did it on purpose or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMw9-mBWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/aC_1_lA1J-I/s1600-h/SNC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260640612644160866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMw9-mBWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/aC_1_lA1J-I/s320/SNC00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Thais dedicate a channel for this festival!! U can watch it even if u aren't there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMwrz44WI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MAA8009HaDk/s1600-h/SNC00038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260640607767421282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMwrz44WI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MAA8009HaDk/s320/SNC00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the streets all around Phukit town, you have stalls selling vegetarian food and white shirts which u have to wear if wanna follow the rituals... In this stall, it seems that they are brothers to KFC... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMGNmyclI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VxgS5AIQdhw/s1600-h/SNC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260639878104904274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMGNmyclI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VxgS5AIQdhw/s320/SNC00039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buzz around the streets, endless stalls selling food and endless no. of vehicles... Only while u are here, will u understand the importance of our government imposing ERPs and road taxes.... ENDLESS flow and jams of motorbikes and cars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMF3WZToI/AAAAAAAAAaw/taobR7pUfB8/s1600-h/SNC00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260639872130567810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMF3WZToI/AAAAAAAAAaw/taobR7pUfB8/s320/SNC00040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing that i found about MacDonalds is that they follow the culture!! haha... You won't see this statue in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMFoX-uKI/AAAAAAAAAao/VLtLRmX60vM/s1600-h/SNC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260639868110682274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMFoX-uKI/AAAAAAAAAao/VLtLRmX60vM/s320/SNC00041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery from my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMFWmn52I/AAAAAAAAAag/FR7tA2tPuLY/s1600-h/SNC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260639863340263266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGMFWmn52I/AAAAAAAAAag/FR7tA2tPuLY/s320/SNC00045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The morning 'Chingay' daily during the festival... over here, u see He Xian Gu.. Its so crowded and u will be amazed by how devotees actually offered their offerings on the long stretch of tables... and the 'deities' distributing them to the devotees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGME9yupbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tW4XTRETb1M/s1600-h/SNC00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260639856680150450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGME9yupbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/tW4XTRETb1M/s320/SNC00046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday of the deity, Jiu wang ye, as seen in the pic... You have people throwing fire crackers on that and the people walking with them... However, you don't need to be a General or something to be allowed to play with fire crackers. Neither do u need to be trained for months like what they have to do during national day parade.. All u need to do is just purchase the fire crackers and throw.. U won't be charge in court!! ( Not in Singapore thou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLQNCVsDI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ct7igtQyPoE/s1600-h/SNC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260638950239088690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLQNCVsDI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Ct7igtQyPoE/s320/SNC00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne zha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLP0IvSnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/AyJ2jC9dyxw/s1600-h/SNC00052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260638943555046002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLP0IvSnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/AyJ2jC9dyxw/s320/SNC00052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon dance. Its all so similarm that we see here during Chinese New Year. Only that this dragon seems to be having loads of monay stuffed in its mouth where ever it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLPipEhyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FfqhdFhfLC0/s1600-h/SNC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260638938858817314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLPipEhyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FfqhdFhfLC0/s320/SNC00060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to one of the mountains, they have a national project to build this buddha, which have taken years.. Its huge, enormous, and wow!!! haha... made of ceremic tiles, it requires donations from visitors, whereby they can donate money or buy a tile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLPYA_L1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1rAS4doubUE/s1600-h/SNC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260638936006340434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLPYA_L1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1rAS4doubUE/s320/SNC00061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The monks here are busy!! they don;t even have time to eat their lunch. Following the people in my group, i kneeled before him, and he said some prayers on me, sprinkled some water and gave me tokens of food donated by devotees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLO8rcezI/AAAAAAAAAZw/mu5OSIVJTxU/s1600-h/SNC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260638928668228402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGLO8rcezI/AAAAAAAAAZw/mu5OSIVJTxU/s320/SNC00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buddhas with the monks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKUNrYfHI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Mg11kTW-Gdg/s1600-h/SNC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260637919619087474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKUNrYfHI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Mg11kTW-Gdg/s320/SNC00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery form the top of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKThu3L0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/o2muZwk0dmo/s1600-h/SNC00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260637907822522178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKThu3L0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/o2muZwk0dmo/s320/SNC00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and me.. The air is so fresh up here. but its hot!! and the humid feels so different from Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKTG41U6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/w2rEtUcANjw/s1600-h/SNC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260637900616586146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKTG41U6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/w2rEtUcANjw/s320/SNC00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bronze buddha that is still under construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKSsLVBkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2Ua2mNZsJgg/s1600-h/SNC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260637893446403650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKSsLVBkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2Ua2mNZsJgg/s320/SNC00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the 'feng ling' or the wind bells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKSBzwFbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OvsPGU_irFw/s1600-h/SNC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260637882073224626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGKSBzwFbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OvsPGU_irFw/s320/SNC00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creative toilet that they have here. I think its more inviting than the ones u see in Sentosa or the zoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJRt1oZ4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/KGB2-UTxgAg/s1600-h/SNC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260636777200772994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJRt1oZ4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/KGB2-UTxgAg/s320/SNC00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum and dad at the toa pek gong temple.. Fire crackers again... this time, 10000 connected together and pi-pi-piak-piak... never get to take down the photo as i was playing with dogs outside the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJRWORKsI/AAAAAAAAAY4/TCoPm2p8fZw/s1600-h/SNC00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260636770861656770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJRWORKsI/AAAAAAAAAY4/TCoPm2p8fZw/s320/SNC00073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, every vehicle that passed by this temple horn. This was, as i heard from the people, a respect to toa pek gong... I wonder what will happen if drivers horn their cars when they pass by guang ming shan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJRJHkKhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8juwXs-QDCo/s1600-h/SNC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260636767343880722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJRJHkKhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8juwXs-QDCo/s320/SNC00074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach at patong... a good place to shop and bargain!!! haha... and bikini girls, sun, sea, sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJQyR0mCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4iia33bZSWU/s1600-h/SNC00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260636761212885026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJQyR0mCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4iia33bZSWU/s320/SNC00076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJQSBHQEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Efd9TKFCJ2g/s1600-h/SNC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260636752552869954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGJQSBHQEI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Efd9TKFCJ2g/s320/SNC00077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here, its surprising to see ang mo-s being into the religion.. I guess we see very few in Singapore, but its really a sight for me!!! I was told in the precious year, there are negro-s and even ang mo who are dang-gi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHoxOVmWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/La4Y2-jERNs/s1600-h/SNC00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260634974223440226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHoxOVmWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/La4Y2-jERNs/s320/SNC00105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i mean by u won't have to go through trainings or have a rank of a general to play with crackers!! Insane people the bystanders are... they just throw the crackers at u.. and it seems they don't feel much of a pain... I was standing aside, trying to take picures and being a good guy, i won't wnt to be a villian.. coz i wun want people to throw at me either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHoejoDRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NYJo2j6yL2w/s1600-h/SNC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260634969212456210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHoejoDRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NYJo2j6yL2w/s320/SNC00109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okie... the faint hearted should not see this!!! It is said that when the god possessed them, they won;t feel any pain.. so here come the axe, knives, every weapon u noe of... and chop chop... blood flowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHoJENo6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/RnpmuA_S1M4/s1600-h/SNC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260634963443557282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHoJENo6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/RnpmuA_S1M4/s320/SNC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks insane to me, he uses an axe and on his tongue, it goes left right left right, just like the timing in marching u noe of in NS.. then the blood flow freely... Yeah, its disgusting... but this set me thinking if they are really possessed. if they are not, how do they endure the pain, the flow of blood, the aftermath, the.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHn51Iw8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Tzdz4Y_5rZY/s1600-h/SNC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260634959353791426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHn51Iw8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Tzdz4Y_5rZY/s320/SNC00111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another one... u can see that the blood is there... i was at the place where i really saw flood flowing non stop, and the axe also chopping non stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHnj60x6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/rljo0xfHhMw/s1600-h/SNC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260634953472067490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGHnj60x6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/rljo0xfHhMw/s320/SNC00108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always thought that Singapore is very efficient.. this only after what i saw in this festival... everyday, u see the loads of rubbish on the roads, everywhere. If this were to happen here, i think closure of roads are bound to happen.. However, just behind these displays, are 2road cleaners vehicles and sweepers.. the road resumes straight after the displays with no road closures. the place is cleaned up within 10 mins!! Now... this is what i call efficient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGfYXJUFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ehtZmTOPgiQ/s1600-h/SNC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260633713419046994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGfYXJUFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ehtZmTOPgiQ/s320/SNC00091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what i said above, this is more than what u can see in Singapore, prob getting a rating of Z26 instead of R21... haha... probably, they will ban it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGfIEJiaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V4iYhIxU1ek/s1600-h/SNC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260633709044402594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGfIEJiaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/V4iYhIxU1ek/s320/SNC00092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gruesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGer2WK8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/TUNAPCFNAyw/s1600-h/SNC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260633701470317506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGer2WK8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/TUNAPCFNAyw/s320/SNC00112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Side view of the chopping... Nah... its not even a M16... see how the child enjoyed that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGef8_mNI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0eOJ0mzV1aA/s1600-h/SNC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260633698276972754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGef8_mNI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0eOJ0mzV1aA/s320/SNC00095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The thousand hand goddess on display... mind you.. its one big long chain of displays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGeG9Xq7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sRjQL3sVaiE/s1600-h/SNC00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260633691567664050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGGeG9Xq7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sRjQL3sVaiE/s320/SNC00096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another goddess on display, just that this is a real human, prob possessed also... she's giving out tokens of sweets or amulets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFtgaDOEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oUd6tN8ggD4/s1600-h/SNC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260632856585254978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFtgaDOEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oUd6tN8ggD4/s320/SNC00115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion dancer that prob earn more than what i earn in 3 months.. everyday, he just had a lion head, going around and loads of money are stuffed to his mouth... And the most hilarious thing? the Wealth god, or i called the cai shen ye, which has a head like da tou wa wa, not the possessed ones... collects money from the people rather than give money out to people... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFtd0SwAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/a9d4C3H0Z0Y/s1600-h/SNC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260632855890018306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFtd0SwAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/a9d4C3H0Z0Y/s320/SNC00117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This kid is brave!!! i don't think i have the guts to do what he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFtJcroRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CIRQ-3nkVms/s1600-h/SNC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260632850422276370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFtJcroRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CIRQ-3nkVms/s320/SNC00116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the one on the top? thats the kid!!! he is emotionless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFsjbyXxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/KegAQu9pk30/s1600-h/SNC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260632840217976594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFsjbyXxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/KegAQu9pk30/s320/SNC00098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vehicles are just so power!!! they played the buddha songs like we play techno like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFsJsEBJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/b0lvAoCwxC8/s1600-h/SNC00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260632833306920082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGFsJsEBJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/b0lvAoCwxC8/s320/SNC00114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another vehicle.... just so many of them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEodlL6mI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qAiVxvxZEHw/s1600-h/SNC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260631670415682146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEodlL6mI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qAiVxvxZEHw/s320/SNC00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum... and u can see the long long stretch of offerings to the deities while they are on their displays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEoMR6hcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F9EW3WYZOD8/s1600-h/SNC00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260631665771447746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEoMR6hcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/F9EW3WYZOD8/s320/SNC00122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanna grab a moment of that too before they arrive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEn6JHXBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/J6vA0w4UXac/s1600-h/SNC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260631660902702098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEn6JHXBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/J6vA0w4UXac/s320/SNC00121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the rubbish cleaner truck that i'm talking about... right behind the displays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEnRENeWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jps5HLc_U_0/s1600-h/SNC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260631649876277602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEnRENeWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jps5HLc_U_0/s320/SNC00119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the in sightsof the vehicles.... swee bo?? haha... try modifying this to ur vehicles? u not only ganna summons, court hearings but also Singaporeans writing to newspaper to complain ah... that is even if u don't play a single sound on it... Just putting this to ur vehicle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEnIWSRBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xZDDlTuCDOc/s1600-h/SNC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260631647536170002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGEnIWSRBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xZDDlTuCDOc/s320/SNC00118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the transformer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGDzVQoKCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0lKgrkPPLH4/s1600-h/SNC00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260630757648902178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGDzVQoKCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0lKgrkPPLH4/s320/SNC00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crossing this 'Ping An Qiao' isn;t easy... u have to go vegetarian for at least the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGDzJEr75I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Ef97MElYBxc/s1600-h/SNC00128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260630754377592722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGDzJEr75I/AAAAAAAAAVw/Ef97MElYBxc/s320/SNC00128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the front ciew of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGDypl4YBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/5Mcf4a8RzNg/s1600-h/SNC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260630745926885394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGDypl4YBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/5Mcf4a8RzNg/s320/SNC00129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for the D-day( looks like coolie?).... You know what? i thought that training in NDU is already very difficult already.. but in this D-day of the festival, that is if u choose to walk with the deities to send him off... u will use up whatever u learn in trainings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGDyNZjLcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/rh8lfSuwFmg/s1600-h/SNC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260630738358971842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGDyNZjLcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/rh8lfSuwFmg/s320/SNC00131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for the walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCtnqEbiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6LJ3rJLlz7k/s1600-h/SNC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260629559996608034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCtnqEbiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6LJ3rJLlz7k/s320/SNC00134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge no. of followers in the temple... its so squeezy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCtbPlTsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AphCXZcSJoc/s1600-h/SNC00141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260629556664291010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCtbPlTsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AphCXZcSJoc/s320/SNC00141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told there are hundreds of Dang-gi for the last day.. something you won't experience until you get there... its as if the whole palace of deities came down... the most exciting part of the process? You get someone standing beside u, suddenly possessed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCs2WYasI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oHkfNVrlNrU/s1600-h/SNC00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260629546760694466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCs2WYasI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oHkfNVrlNrU/s320/SNC00136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be funny... wondering why everyone is having a white cloth over them? to protect u from the crackers thrown at u in case they hit ur head.. i had one big one over my hand and another on my back... haha... also the cloth is to protect u from inhaling too much smoke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCsoYczbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/aWqikTidIGY/s1600-h/SNC00137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260629543011274162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCsoYczbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/aWqikTidIGY/s320/SNC00137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylo people i met there... one of them is the second runner up in the world's tatooing... haha,, we call them gong ji or chicken!!! just look at their hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCsGQ956I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ofEyE6dgG6Y/s1600-h/SNC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260629533853083554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGCsGQ956I/AAAAAAAAAUw/ofEyE6dgG6Y/s320/SNC00138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the extremes!!! For this one which one of my dad call him Osama, he had his tongue cut into 2... and he did a clap with '2' of his tongues.. Just like a snake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGBzO8StKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VaYVlkw6bqM/s1600-h/SNC00139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628556929741986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGBzO8StKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VaYVlkw6bqM/s320/SNC00139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the no. of big studs he had on his tongue!!! i was told that they have no place to tatoo on their body... so they started doing the extremes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGBywVL2aI/AAAAAAAAAUg/khQB4SgA0GY/s1600-h/SNC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628548712651170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGBywVL2aI/AAAAAAAAAUg/khQB4SgA0GY/s320/SNC00140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The departure!! Notice the 'curtain' at the gate? Its not a curtain!! its all fire crackers!! there were at least 1000 bunch of them which amounts to a million of a cracker.. we have to go through that!!! and good thing it did not start when i went through.. haha... Remember that i said whatever, i learned in NS was being used here? okie... During the hell week, the terrifying sound of the machine guns seems to come back to haunt me... before the ceremony, the crackers started. Non-stop firing of the crackers, smoke everywhere on the streets. the training whereby, we don our mask upon hearing 'gas! Gas! Gas!' keep ringing in my mind... so does the firing of the crackers... i became afraid, very afraid.. the thoughts of another hellweek seems so near again.. route march for 2 hours with constant crackers thrown at u.. endless inhaling of smoke, with the irritant of smoke on ur eyes... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGByi6fXCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/71IsdabuRRg/s1600-h/SNC00143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628545111022626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGByi6fXCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/71IsdabuRRg/s320/SNC00143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGByEp0M0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x_3GHs_HSsU/s1600-h/SNC00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628536988021570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGByEp0M0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/x_3GHs_HSsU/s320/SNC00145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smokes, fire crackers.... rush... feeling like a part of a riot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGBxlP8V7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/JUcnVbNxT2w/s1600-h/SNC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628528558004146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGBxlP8V7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/JUcnVbNxT2w/s320/SNC00146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, when the crackers are thrown at me, i will kick them back to the side and its funny when u see people throwing them at u jumping and dancing around the crackers as it goes piak-piak... however, the walk lasting about 3 hours, i got tired, grumbling in my heart, endless vulgarities scolded inside me... its really a test of patience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do think that those who think u are good... try this festival next year... i'll be there with u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGAp-btZ9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/2d8Q1DHls5s/s1600-h/SNC00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260627298367662034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGAp-btZ9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/2d8Q1DHls5s/s320/SNC00149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final destination after a long and tiring walk.. my white attire, along with my shoes, became black.. i smells... the same as the last day of hell week... i got the feeling and achievement as that when i passed my 5 days of hell week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGApTJDeyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/lVLDRF6qkoU/s1600-h/SNC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260627286746692386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGApTJDeyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/lVLDRF6qkoU/s320/SNC00152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sending off by boat... looks like straight out of the romance of the 3 kingdoms, whereby zhuge liang was on the ship to get arrows from the enemies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGApMBhjyI/AAAAAAAAATw/nqryT5Dq__0/s1600-h/SNC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260627284836060962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGApMBhjyI/AAAAAAAAATw/nqryT5Dq__0/s320/SNC00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The burning of the stuffs... There's another long long chain of fire crackers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGAoxPxYmI/AAAAAAAAATo/Xc5HzJev6lY/s1600-h/SNC00157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260627277648061026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGAoxPxYmI/AAAAAAAAATo/Xc5HzJev6lY/s320/SNC00157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look like the Gu zhuang ju?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGAomlWtaI/AAAAAAAAATg/lOpPf9q6hxI/s1600-h/SNC00159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260627274785797538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGAomlWtaI/AAAAAAAAATg/lOpPf9q6hxI/s320/SNC00159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the toilets are so full, however, i noticed this mobile bus toilet... Me, not being able to understand a single thai nor read the words, i went to the girls toilet... no wonder i cannot find the standing urinals... anyway, the guys toilet here seems to be open for all to see... u can see the guys peeing inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing that i saw was how 2 groups of youngsters fighting.. its ruthless... the girl stomping on the guy's head like nobody's business... and the policce standing on one side watching how the episode ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The trip out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_ylEALmI/AAAAAAAAATY/cy0WsaUPUmE/s1600-h/SNC00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260626346664537698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_ylEALmI/AAAAAAAAATY/cy0WsaUPUmE/s320/SNC00164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i met 2 new friends there and i joined them for their snorkelling trip... 1800 baht for a full day of fun inclusive of meals... worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_yWt6aJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4hwlDIx1mVU/s1600-h/SNC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260626342813788306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_yWt6aJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4hwlDIx1mVU/s320/SNC00165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the island made famous by a hollywood movie... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_yBGT9VI/AAAAAAAAATI/MBJJ3mc0jGQ/s1600-h/SNC00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260626337010546002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_yBGT9VI/AAAAAAAAATI/MBJJ3mc0jGQ/s320/SNC00166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sight is pretty, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_x-I-HvI/AAAAAAAAATA/A_59GecCjC0/s1600-h/SNC00168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260626336216391410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_x-I-HvI/AAAAAAAAATA/A_59GecCjC0/s320/SNC00168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty scenery, better with those sun bathing... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_xWsQs5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/opob5OPorrU/s1600-h/SNC00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260626325626991506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF_xWsQs5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/opob5OPorrU/s320/SNC00170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice, how clear the waters are? i can literally see the fish, unlike the water in Singapore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-5DY-9_I/AAAAAAAAASw/o7NmZEvGk4g/s1600-h/SNC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260625358373189618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-5DY-9_I/AAAAAAAAASw/o7NmZEvGk4g/s320/SNC00193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the yatch deck... to another island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-40moCfI/AAAAAAAAASo/NOYsGswDRS8/s1600-h/SNC00195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260625354403875314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-40moCfI/AAAAAAAAASo/NOYsGswDRS8/s320/SNC00195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look so gay in this pic.. but nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-4qisubI/AAAAAAAAASg/eRvKHTGXMAA/s1600-h/SNC00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260625351703050674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-4qisubI/AAAAAAAAASg/eRvKHTGXMAA/s320/SNC00179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeding of bananas to the monkeys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-4GZrjhI/AAAAAAAAASY/587uo3QPNMk/s1600-h/SNC00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260625342001548818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-4GZrjhI/AAAAAAAAASY/587uo3QPNMk/s320/SNC00175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-3i1tQkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/l6IeGgxPLvc/s1600-h/SNC00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260625332455424578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF-3i1tQkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/l6IeGgxPLvc/s320/SNC00173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; playing a fool on the yatch... okie... look at the gal there... apparently, a lot of them wear bras and panties instead of bikinis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9m1tJKSI/AAAAAAAAASI/1UUt0UiIFYM/s1600-h/SNC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260623945950374178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9m1tJKSI/AAAAAAAAASI/1UUt0UiIFYM/s320/SNC00191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying a glass bottle of pepsi.. The sun's scortching hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9mYy0bxI/AAAAAAAAASA/0kF3wXvlosU/s1600-h/SNC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260623938189553426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9mYy0bxI/AAAAAAAAASA/0kF3wXvlosU/s320/SNC00190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brazilian sitting next to me.. They wana took a photo of her so... i have to act... haha... told u how they love wearing bras and panties instead of bikinis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9ltEGQFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f29ygVgN91c/s1600-h/SNC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260623926450864210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9ltEGQFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f29ygVgN91c/s320/SNC00189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snorkelling in the water... i think diving is better. but too bad they don't dive.. so i have to snorkel... as i was trained in holding breath and i can just touch the see bed, the ang mo-s are pretty impressed as they asked me to demonstrate to them and they clapped!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9lXPWILI/AAAAAAAAARw/BbmaBbKiv4U/s1600-h/SNC00184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260623920592462002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9lXPWILI/AAAAAAAAARw/BbmaBbKiv4U/s320/SNC00184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the clear waters, me enjoying a swim there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9k-fh_eI/AAAAAAAAARo/raacMg13sno/s1600-h/SNC00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260623913949461986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQF9k-fh_eI/AAAAAAAAARo/raacMg13sno/s320/SNC00183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see the fishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip is very enriching to me... seeing how the festival actually attracts people all over the world and how other races also worship the religions.. the beautiful sceneries and the indulgence of food there are just so good... the challenge of walking the route is the most satisfying... and i dare u people to join me for next year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna stay longer next year, i wanna do more shoppings and divings and water rafting... The challenge is open now!! Do u dare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Experiencing is better than seeing and commenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/461498278506297571-4290308340499383245?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4290308340499383245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=4290308340499383245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4290308340499383245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4290308340499383245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-overdued-phukit-trip.html' title='Long overdued Phukit trip'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SQGPnAkO5wI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JA4bDyPDQfk/s72-c/SNC00018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6931734887255349291</id><published>2008-10-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:26:31.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handwriting analysis</title><content type='html'>Here's a detailed report on handwriting abt me... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;View Report&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Wei Lun Lee, here is your handwriting analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257770725531699682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SPdanjXDyeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/QJPSajN_ais/s320/q22_1094009397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wei Lun uses judgment to make decisions. He is ruled by his head, not his heart. He is a cool, collected person who is usually unexpressive emotionally. Some may see him as unemotional. He does have emotions but has no need to express them. He is withdrawn into himself and enjoys being alone.&lt;br /&gt;The circumstances when Wei Lun does express emotions include: extreme anger, extreme passion, and tremendous stress. If someone gets him mad enough to tell him off, he will not be sorry about it later. He puts a mark in his mind when someone angers him. He keeps track of these marks and when he hits that last mark he will let them know they have gone too far. He is ruled somewhat by self-interest. All his conclusions are made without outside emotional influence. He is very level-headed and will remain calm in an emergency situation. In a situation where other people might get hysterical, he has poise.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lun will work more efficiently if given space and time to be alone. He would rather not be surrounded by people constantly. In a relationship, he will show his love by the things he does rather than by the things he says. Saying "I love you" is not a needed routine because he feels his mate should already know. The only exception to this is if he has logically concluded that it is best for his mate to hear him express his love verbally.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lun is not subject to emotional appeals. If someone is selling a product to him, they will need to present only the facts. They should present them from a standpoint of his sound judgment. He will not be taken in by an emotional story about someone else. He will meet emergencies without getting hysterical and he will always ask "Is this best for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257770969591361170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SPda1wjarpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/z1O73qX1Xeo/s320/q21_1094009279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Lun tends to write a bit smaller than the average person. When a person's letters are small and tiny, this indicates an ability to focus and concentrate. This character trait is a huge asset in careers like math, science, race car driving, and flying planes. However, if Wei Lun writes tiny all of the time, he will also display characteristics of someone who is socially introverted. Wei Lun will often sit on the sideline and watch others get the attention at parties. he might be willing to open up and be warm, but only in small groups or a select group of people. When he is busy working on a project, it is common for all other noises and distractions to just fade away and his ability to focus is incredible. When he says "he didn't hear you", he really means, he didn't hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257771366358192482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SPdbM2oAEWI/AAAAAAAAARA/Ik26KJcGr6Q/s320/q24_1094009778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Lun is secretive. He has secrets which he does not wish to share with others. He intentionally conceals things about himself. He has a private side that he intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in his past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257771554877918370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SPdbX06mzKI/AAAAAAAAARI/q3VYkmHQAO8/s320/q26_1094009990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Lun is a cumulative and procedural thinker. He likes to have all the facts before making a decision. He thinks or creates much like a brick mason, stacking fact upon fact. His thought pattern or the conclusion will not be complete until the last fact is in place. Like that brick wall, Wei Lun learns faster through visual demonstration than through quick verbal instructions. Once he has learned new material, and understood it, he won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lun is a methodical thinker, therefore he is able to build things and come up with new ideas. In an argument, he often loses to rapid thinking people because he is thinking thirty minutes later about what he should have said. These people often are very booksmart, but can be out-gunned in a rapid fire verbal debate.&lt;br /&gt;He may learn new ideas at a slower pace than other "less detailed" people, but once he gets it, he can handle repetition. Some people hate jobs with too much repetition, he can handle it better than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257771820293911330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SPdbnRqtcyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/enj0N5ydkIA/s320/q27_1094010202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Lun is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. He needs to visualize the end of a project before he starts. he finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said he plans everything he is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Wei Lun basically feels good about himself. He has a positive self-esteem which contributes to his success. He feels he has the ability to achieve anything he sets his mind to. However, he sets his goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". He has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, he will not take great risks, as they relate to his goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, his self-perception is better than average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257772338090834338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SPdcFanHeaI/AAAAAAAAARY/GWqAllMsG3A/s320/q31_1094010847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something is incomplete in Wei Lun's life. He feels frustration relating to his physical needs and desires. Somewhere in his life there is some disappointment, non-fulfillment, and interruption. This is very likely to relate to Wei Lun's sexual needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257772502377202050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SPdcO-oCgYI/AAAAAAAAARg/ZfH9aDp9q9s/s320/q32_1094011073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Wei Lun has no white space or margins on a typical sheet of paper. Wei Lun fills up every last inch on the top, right, left, and bottom. Hmmm. If this is true, then Wei Lun has a very aggressive personality toward others and quite frankly lacks a bit of respect for the space and property of other people. I would be surprised if Wei Lun just comes into someone's home and helps himself to a drink in the refrigerator. This can be both an obnoxious personality trait and it can be assertive and effective in getting what you want. There isn't much fear of getting in trouble here, Wei Lun finds plenty of reasons to break the rules and get in trouble. (Okay, perhaps when he was younger, not anymore?) Basically, people with no margins are a handful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U can check urs too at this site : &lt;a href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/analysis.php"&gt;http://www.handwritingwizard.com/analysis.php&lt;/a&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/461498278506297571-6931734887255349291?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6931734887255349291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6931734887255349291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6931734887255349291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6931734887255349291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/10/heres-detailed-report-on-handwriting.html' title='Handwriting analysis'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SPdanjXDyeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/QJPSajN_ais/s72-c/q22_1094009397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5539801870827579526</id><published>2008-10-03T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:54:20.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>so... the fever for the F1 is over.. whats next? hmmm..... i guess the only thing now left is the spill over of tourists trying to explore in Singapore and creating a circulation of currencies in our economy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales has been rather good for me today.. considering the looming recession thats haunting the economy powerhouse around the world. In singapore, perhaps, the ignorance of our people - which of course i think is good, considering their willingness to spend for the economy, or the rich people are willing to spend on luxury products. There don't really seems to be any recession coming. However, personally, i think, we'll start feeling the impact only when more and more people are facing the sack, or to put in nicely, RETRENCHMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we Singaporeans, probably with a silver spoon of our govenment, are followers to our countries, in terms of fashion, sports, songs, etc.... Except probably for the lesser people who are interested in the world news, most of the singaporeans are ignorant or too confident that our governement will avert the depression away from our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i think yeah, i have confidence in our always reliable government. However, for the very fact that we are a service country, with no natural resources, not least the population, where we still need immigration to fill the falling population, we will not be able to escape any part of the depression. So how? As what my econs lecturer in my first sem had said: Just spend!! Saving is good for individual but bad for economy.... So.. i feel a great sense of happiness when people are willing to spend good money on luxury products like perfumes. Coz, thats good for me as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these people being great, i'll try to be one step ahead of them.. i'll help other countries too.. haha... will be going to Phuket for the first time on sunday, for 5 days with my parents... so, will upload the photos after i come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most important thing.. i have some unused, unopened man and lady perfume at home, which i dun intend to use, due to my numerous no. of bottles of unfinished ones... So, if u people are looking for any, pls drop me a message and i can give it to u at a good price... hmmm... thats what friends are for rite?? lol... (not free thou)... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: life's boring without a spark of madness in u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-5539801870827579526?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5539801870827579526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5539801870827579526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5539801870827579526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5539801870827579526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/10/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6151901934548019539</id><published>2008-09-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:53:48.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singapore's defining moment</title><content type='html'>So, the F1 which everyone had been craving around is finally over, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the months leading to F1, the only perception i have for it is that it's none other than an opportunity to bring the image of Singapore up, as well as an increase in sales for the tourist that will be arriving in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy my curiousity, i took up the job as a merchandiser from kelly services, where i sell stuffs from the Singapore GP. The pay? i heard that our initial pay was at $12 an hour, but that kelly services gave us only $6 an hour.. whats a huge 'commission' given to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tees given to us for the promo, but we were told that we have to retrun after the event.. haha.. so, Singapore is so stingy to the fact that the tees given to us, with all our sweating, have to be returned to them? so, what are they going to do with it? burn it? eat it? or use the probably 10 over thousands of shirts as cloths to wipe the backside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the 3 days of race was fantastic! It definitely opened my eyes to what this car sports actually is, and how it had attracted so many viewers to it. The sheer fact that the indifference between watching the live race and the one on the tv, is enormous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live race - you can hear the thunderous sound, see the lightning speed of the speed machines, feel the heat and cheers of the spectators smell the burning tires of the brakes by the speed machines and probably as staffs of the Singapore GP, eat those catered food, which seems to tast alike to those SFI food in camps during NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV race - see the car while eating chips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the difference as u can see, is that Live race, u can have ur 5 senses engaged while Tv, only superficial ones.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great fun working in the Singapore GP, even thou Jun xian and me work OT for the 4 days of work. It seemed so easy to past time as compared to the part time which i always did.. Perhaps the fun and relaxation of rules, no politics, good supervisor and the different tourists and customers served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This race definitely give me a new perception to what F1 really is. The crashes of the cars, the heat of our weather, the warmth of the tourists, the interaction with fellow colleagues, etc, just give me an opportunity to enjoy even greater!! People pay $ to watch, yet, we are being paid to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, below are some pics taken by me.. Sorry that there aren't any of the speed machines as they are too fast for my camera.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErmLl45yI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5_m2JwDkh2o/s1600-h/DSCN2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251526575437440802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErmLl45yI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5_m2JwDkh2o/s320/DSCN2499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crews working at the merchandise at esplanade south booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErmQ7wvRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Cwk7SQ0PTXc/s1600-h/DSCN2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251526576871357714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErmQ7wvRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Cwk7SQ0PTXc/s320/DSCN2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left to right: Jun xian, Hui Hui, me, Glenda, Siti, Jasmine... less wendy our supervisor, ignatious, khairul and boon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErm7ftSjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lk4xRRAVfKo/s1600-h/DSCN2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251526588296415794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErm7ftSjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lk4xRRAVfKo/s320/DSCN2501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hui Hui jumped too fast before my camera can catch her into the photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErndJ9f9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/q0o-bEpPFGc/s1600-h/DSCN2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251526597332008914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErndJ9f9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/q0o-bEpPFGc/s320/DSCN2503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the people waiting for the start of the race at esplanade south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErnYjPbII/AAAAAAAAAQo/EhTj7dq_srs/s1600-h/DSCN2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251526596095863938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErnYjPbII/AAAAAAAAAQo/EhTj7dq_srs/s320/DSCN2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the race route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqNxMMEVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Pf5_6u46lh0/s1600-h/DSCN2506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251525056521834834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqNxMMEVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Pf5_6u46lh0/s320/DSCN2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jun Xian trying to get a better view of the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqOBG4F3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8pkljI2fTNo/s1600-h/DSCN2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251525060794521458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqOBG4F3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8pkljI2fTNo/s320/DSCN2507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqOUc2RJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JwG93cyO918/s1600-h/DSCN2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251525065986950290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqOUc2RJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JwG93cyO918/s320/DSCN2508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The booth at Esplanade South.. Race started, thats why you are seeing so little customers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqOuueAKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pDQk8QF1swY/s1600-h/DSCN2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251525073040179362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqOuueAKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pDQk8QF1swY/s320/DSCN2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the store room just behind.. A place to slack, eat, tok cock and sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqPHmWJbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/b2RmxE_pbr4/s1600-h/DSCN2510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251525079716996530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEqPHmWJbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/b2RmxE_pbr4/s320/DSCN2510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm.... trying to be funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEoyq06paI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TpQ73cb7osM/s1600-h/DSCN2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251523491445515682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEoyq06paI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TpQ73cb7osM/s320/DSCN2512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; siti took a long time before the photo is finally taken... omg.. gals ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEoyypIzHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SBUDdMcPPcY/s1600-h/DSCN2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251523493543595122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEoyypIzHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SBUDdMcPPcY/s320/DSCN2513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hui Hui filling in the OT forms from Kelly.. Its forms after forms... seems like every single staff from kelly wants our signatures.. see... we are more famous than Hamilton or massa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEoy66K7RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/B2Wd7_rwGJ8/s1600-h/DSCN2514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251523495762521362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEoy66K7RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/B2Wd7_rwGJ8/s320/DSCN2514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the 3 little bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEozE7cF3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bi_C3NvpD9E/s1600-h/DSCN2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251523498452195186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEozE7cF3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bi_C3NvpD9E/s320/DSCN2515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the back!!! we are left with so few merchandise to sell but yet outher booths just wun release theirs to us... Haiz... aren't our staffs great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEozCyTllI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YXJU35p6plk/s1600-h/DSCN2540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251523497877018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEozCyTllI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YXJU35p6plk/s320/DSCN2540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 4 of us watching the race and we keep wondering which car belongs to who... with Hui Hui keep asking me, which one is ferrari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm5Xqxa9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Q5PA-ZPf_hE/s1600-h/DSCN2541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251521407538523090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm5Xqxa9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Q5PA-ZPf_hE/s320/DSCN2541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wah.. Old school cars on display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm5SROfQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z5cydIBoeok/s1600-h/DSCN2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251521406089198850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm5SROfQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z5cydIBoeok/s320/DSCN2544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The car that ferried Hamilton before the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm5uazQ_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIcw4N9uVnU/s1600-h/DSCN2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251521413645550578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm5uazQ_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/DIcw4N9uVnU/s320/DSCN2545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm58yz3KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/EQYuSqudUhg/s1600-h/DSCN2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251521417504349346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm58yz3KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/EQYuSqudUhg/s320/DSCN2547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to strike a pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm54-PoNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/83b0FnaoLFc/s1600-h/DSCN2548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251521416478564562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOEm54-PoNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/83b0FnaoLFc/s320/DSCN2548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jun Xian trying to contain that guy's head into the space in between his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElFv26F9I/AAAAAAAAANo/mIBTh0iQzLA/s1600-h/DSCN2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519421167048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElFv26F9I/AAAAAAAAANo/mIBTh0iQzLA/s320/DSCN2549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eh..... old school again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElF_7oYhI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZamqT26AFgc/s1600-h/DSCN2551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519425481826834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElF_7oYhI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZamqT26AFgc/s320/DSCN2551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The road of Singapore has never been so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElGLXrWMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hqtjSdPr47o/s1600-h/DSCN2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519428552251586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElGLXrWMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hqtjSdPr47o/s320/DSCN2552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the race route that's being closed to the walkabout ticket holders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElGYTvTWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_m8GWY4nW-Y/s1600-h/DSCN2553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519432025394530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElGYTvTWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_m8GWY4nW-Y/s320/DSCN2553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The greatest 2 bottles of coke that i offered to 2 tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElGirr6_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Xj9VhQVRs3g/s1600-h/DSCN2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519434810190834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOElGirr6_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Xj9VhQVRs3g/s320/DSCN2554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in return, they gave me a cap.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charm: A single smile will go a long way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6151901934548019539?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6151901934548019539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6151901934548019539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6151901934548019539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6151901934548019539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/09/singapores-defining-moment.html' title='The Singapore&apos;s defining moment'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SOErmLl45yI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5_m2JwDkh2o/s72-c/DSCN2499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-3038140532457000480</id><published>2008-09-16T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:08:15.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed update of my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnwuVN5wI/AAAAAAAAANA/Mr4WN7eIgTM/s1600-h/12072008432.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it took me ages to update my blog this month. This is due to the deadlines of 2 projects for this month, as well as the insanity of accounting lecturer who asked us to complete everything in the past year exam papers. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this month is my birthday month, where i'm a quarter of a century young. Spent the whole weekend driving around friends, eating, paying and paying for petrol, carpark coupons, repair(I shaved the right corner paint of the bumper with a wall in marina square while reversing) - it cost me another $130, and emptying my bank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled my dream for this year, driving around, realising how expensive owning a car is. Well, for this blog, i think pictures will describe how i celebrate better than all those words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnw0w69CI/AAAAAAAAANI/0vUEcyKGknw/s1600-h/DSCN2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246878023126021154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnw0w69CI/AAAAAAAAANI/0vUEcyKGknw/s320/DSCN2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in the driver's seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnxQzDWHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/k4DWa_n3aSI/s1600-h/DSCN2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246878030651152498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnxQzDWHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/k4DWa_n3aSI/s320/DSCN2360.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Suzuki Swift, the car i rented...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnxilhNwI/AAAAAAAAANY/leM05ldN8Lk/s1600-h/DSCN2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246878035426227970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnxilhNwI/AAAAAAAAANY/leM05ldN8Lk/s320/DSCN2386.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone forced me to take an emo pic.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnx4195JI/AAAAAAAAANg/dOaO506h4PE/s1600-h/DSCN2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246878041400796306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnx4195JI/AAAAAAAAANg/dOaO506h4PE/s320/DSCN2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The veins just twisted... and my mouth goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkQ8SZMeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GT1TgIOsnBI/s1600-h/DSCN2408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874176854766050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkQ8SZMeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GT1TgIOsnBI/s320/DSCN2408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seroius while driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkRC72ULI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eYOX-OUGRzc/s1600-h/DSCN2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874178639253682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkRC72ULI/AAAAAAAAAMg/eYOX-OUGRzc/s320/DSCN2414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lishuang and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkRedVgtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PvOXPzHX3SM/s1600-h/DSCN2438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874186027467474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkRedVgtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PvOXPzHX3SM/s320/DSCN2438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food we ordered at Bedok Hawker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkRpEyfnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mPlV8Sc8o8A/s1600-h/DSCN2440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874188877299314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkRpEyfnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mPlV8Sc8o8A/s320/DSCN2440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah bee, me and Zhengxin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkRxnpA7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/gMazncguinc/s1600-h/DSCN2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246874191170962354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCkRxnpA7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/gMazncguinc/s320/DSCN2441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pork Knuckers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiFXb9DbI/AAAAAAAAALw/qO1i7CXXBnI/s1600-h/DSCN2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246871778960936370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiFXb9DbI/AAAAAAAAALw/qO1i7CXXBnI/s320/DSCN2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah huat with his girlfriend grace... always so tian mi!! haha.. look at how amazed he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiFji82dI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xg0lwmCShAE/s1600-h/DSCN2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246871782211508690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiFji82dI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xg0lwmCShAE/s320/DSCN2443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Full and happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiGHomyPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7wMU9tJO3jw/s1600-h/DSCN2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246871791898904818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiGHomyPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7wMU9tJO3jw/s320/DSCN2445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The passengers for bedok hawker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiGWwvQeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YV1vd-VWLAY/s1600-h/DSCN2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246871795959546338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiGWwvQeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YV1vd-VWLAY/s320/DSCN2447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only face u wanna throw shit at? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiGldepbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vu1WH2_n1BY/s1600-h/DSCN2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246871799905297842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCiGldepbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vu1WH2_n1BY/s320/DSCN2448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can u see the nostril hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charm: Enjoy every moment savourly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-3038140532457000480?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3038140532457000480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=3038140532457000480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3038140532457000480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3038140532457000480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/09/delayed-update-of-my-birthday.html' title='Delayed update of my birthday'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SNCnw0w69CI/AAAAAAAAANI/0vUEcyKGknw/s72-c/DSCN2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5830729976539363752</id><published>2008-09-04T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:56:07.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 x 7= 49 days</title><content type='html'>Days passed rather fast, as in the fact that my grandpa had passed away for about 49 days. This also meant the 49 days of being a vegetarian is finally over. Not being a vegetarian is hard, but that i can finally stop drooling and thinking of why can't i eat when i see one chomping down the deliciously-looking meat in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet ended yesterday, and i had my first meat today while in school, consuming fish, fried rice and hotdogs. haha. This was followed by a zinger meal from KFC. I don't know why, when i'm a vegetarian during that period, i envy people eating the meat. However, when i regained mortality in eating those, i somehow felt guilty and the desire to have meat isn't as strong as when i was in the 49 days of animal conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was back to my grandma house last weekend for my grandpa's 49 days thingy. However, this time round, the people that are supposed to be there wherem't there. I pity my grandpa. And this set me thinking about our very own PM's ,Lee Hsien Loong, rally speech. He wanted Singaporeans to have more kids for the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that, i was thinking: My grandpa had 4 sons, one of whom had passed away even before i was borned, and 4 daughters. Of these kids that he had, they bore him many many grandchildren. Normally, it would be a blessing for one to live to the age of 96 and able to see all his grandchildren grow up. He treated them very good. Probably not in the last five years as he was always sleeping on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his 49th day, his son's and daughter's were all back, except for the third who's working in Sarawak and was unable to return(he's very very filial), but not all his inner grandchildren were back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U may call me whatever, but personally, i think if relatives who were distant, outer grandchildren were present, i don't understand what filial is... This reflects back to what our very own PM said... to have more children.... but if u are lucky and u have filial sons and daughters who eats veggies for 49 days, thats good. But what if they aren't? considering how most of the new generation treat their love ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who still cannot feel the need to be filial and the need to treasure ur love ones, i would recommend Jack Neo's money no enough 2 for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite some of my relatives not being present, my aunts and cousins had quite some bonding sessions and they did some queys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALnNWcYxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/puBPp3aS91Q/s1600-h/DSCN2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242202734485857042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALnNWcYxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/puBPp3aS91Q/s320/DSCN2259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The preperation for the food to be served to the gods and my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALnUbFoGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HSLZpGxUHPI/s1600-h/DSCN2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242202736384385122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALnUbFoGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HSLZpGxUHPI/s320/DSCN2262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jiu chen gao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALnkXu2OI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1lqPeeCxS-o/s1600-h/DSCN2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242202740665276642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALnkXu2OI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1lqPeeCxS-o/s320/DSCN2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the most colourful Huat Quay u can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALn1NzK4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/OoqR3HQWolU/s1600-h/DSCN2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242202745187019650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALn1NzK4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/OoqR3HQWolU/s320/DSCN2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My small aunt who did these with my 3rd aunt and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALoEZbOFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xlf3xWRyf4I/s1600-h/DSCN2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242202749262313554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALoEZbOFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xlf3xWRyf4I/s320/DSCN2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me present u the mum who gave birth to a smart, handsome, etc boy.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIIKOhCmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JxHWfGyOJsA/s1600-h/DSCN2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242198902536473186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIIKOhCmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JxHWfGyOJsA/s320/DSCN2268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sumptious vegetarian food to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIIa9KUZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qDggcOntSHs/s1600-h/DSCN2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242198907027083666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIIa9KUZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qDggcOntSHs/s320/DSCN2269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIIuOzGEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2q1i3IQRbe4/s1600-h/DSCN2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242198912201332802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIIuOzGEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2q1i3IQRbe4/s320/DSCN2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my grandpa's 'Ling wei'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIJDh3-_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/yNdv6oEx8p0/s1600-h/DSCN2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242198917918489586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIJDh3-_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/yNdv6oEx8p0/s320/DSCN2285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the distant relatives who accompanied my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIJVg8V1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/XjUANnTSSSE/s1600-h/DSCN2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242198922746419026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAIJVg8V1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/XjUANnTSSSE/s320/DSCN2291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the old ancestor's 'ling wei' paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGS05dvDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0HJ5MwuvRHk/s1600-h/DSCN2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196886766337074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGS05dvDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0HJ5MwuvRHk/s320/DSCN2312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chanting out the chants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGS0hmnjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W5419dePvXA/s1600-h/DSCN2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196886666255922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGS0hmnjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W5419dePvXA/s320/DSCN2317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGTWssQOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/S-7KYYljEEQ/s1600-h/DSCN2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196895839568098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGTWssQOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/S-7KYYljEEQ/s320/DSCN2325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some ritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGTgi2HAI/AAAAAAAAAII/y1-XMBOkc4c/s1600-h/DSCN2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196898482625538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGTgi2HAI/AAAAAAAAAII/y1-XMBOkc4c/s320/DSCN2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hmm..... me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGT1hVJiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XP3B2Jo3fy8/s1600-h/DSCN2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242196904113415714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAGT1hVJiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XP3B2Jo3fy8/s320/DSCN2332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; spot my sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEUbIqHbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4QwwFrGJAuY/s1600-h/DSCN2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242194715187223986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEUbIqHbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4QwwFrGJAuY/s320/DSCN2341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chanting for an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEUmo9spI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SY8qj5-PwQI/s1600-h/DSCN2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242194718275515026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEUmo9spI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SY8qj5-PwQI/s320/DSCN2347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEU6zvhdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mVZyGArlDUg/s1600-h/DSCN2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242194723689432530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEU6zvhdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mVZyGArlDUg/s320/DSCN2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sister and me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEVFxi8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a4L9tRs5IB4/s1600-h/DSCN2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242194726633009554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEVFxi8ZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a4L9tRs5IB4/s320/DSCN2351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the new ancester 'ling wei'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEV4sCU5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/PasIC3jNhFM/s1600-h/DSCN2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242194740300108690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMAEV4sCU5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/PasIC3jNhFM/s320/DSCN2327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and let me present u my favorite chanter.... he's so good as he and lots of others came down on every 7th day to chant for my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Whatever things u do, expect karma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-5830729976539363752?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5830729976539363752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5830729976539363752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5830729976539363752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5830729976539363752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-x-7-49-days.html' title='7 x 7= 49 days'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SMALnNWcYxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/puBPp3aS91Q/s72-c/DSCN2259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5543097905666841848</id><published>2008-08-19T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:32:17.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month of the unnormal food</title><content type='html'>Its been almost a month since the death of my grandpa, and almost a month of vegetarian food for me. Pardon me for not mentioning this earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun who performed the ritual for my grandpa told us to have vegetarian food for 49 days. This is so that we can help our grandpa and also to accumulate the fortunes for our future. I thought: okie, its just 49 days. Anyway, i love vegetarian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things aren't that smooth to have vegetarian food. Temptations, resistance and tortures are bound to set in. Other than 2 incidents whereby i accidentally, and i really mean accidentally, ate meat, i resisted all temptations to have meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i am not a true vegetarian, but i do think that vegetarian = no meat. However, thats not exactly the thing! No onions (one of my fav) for me... sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just shun away from the meats, which anyway it translate to me killing less animals and saving probably a few. For the number of days that i accidentally consumed meat, i'll compensate by adding the no. of days i had them, even if its by a slice. So, instead of finishing my vegetarian diet on 1st sept, i'll have to extend it to 3rd sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't right to do that and that i should have done it constantly and not breaking it up in between, but its ACCIDENT!!!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 1 month, i realised something which i won't know til i become a vegetarian. That is the fact that its so difficult to find stalls or places that sell vegetarian food. I sympathise and really respect those true vegetarians who can maintain their diet for months, years or even decades... They are truely great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up. The difficulty in locating the stalls selling them, the price of vegetarian food being much more expensive than the normal meals we had, unless u just order the greenish veggies just persuade and test your limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lunch during sundays on workdays in town is the worst!!! The only place it seems selling is takashimaya and the food there is so ex!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, colleagues or friends want to have fast food like KFC or Mac, and helplese me can only watch them chump the meat burgers, jucy wings and tighs, while i eat the coleslaw or fries, drink the chilli sauce, scoop the mayo and think that the fries are just the juicy meats they are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to the end of my 49 days of diets. I could not wait to eat meat again. Come on, i am an omnivore.... haha.. And i really hope that there will be more vegetarian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the no of halal food stalls should equate to the no of vegetarian food. On hindsight, the vegetarian food isn't that bad, and i think i probably will still have them when my diet is finished, being more aware of the places that sell good and cheap vege food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it some day and u will experience the wonders of having them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Every Man dies. But Not Really Every Man LIVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-5543097905666841848?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5543097905666841848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5543097905666841848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5543097905666841848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5543097905666841848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/08/month-of-unnormal-food.html' title='A month of the unnormal food'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8607417259600336672</id><published>2008-08-14T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:30:20.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost of identity</title><content type='html'>Olympics is a great joy to peoply like me, who loves sports. Last sunday night, i was rooting for China to win USA in the basketball match, and i was amazed by a few of China's players: Yi Jian Lian, Yao Ming and Wang Zhi Zhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao and Yi packed so much height but yet they are so agile, while Wang commands a rather good position in the center as compared to the bigger, stronger americans. Though being a fan of the action, star packed American 'Redeem Team', i still support China as i'm a chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as what is expected of the amercans, they won China and thrashed them by 31 points. The score being 101 - 70. I was disappointed of course, being chinese, but was also inspired by the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I travelled to Potong Pasir, met up with my friend, and had some games of basketball. I was teamed with 3 chinese guys from China, coincidentally, playing against a group of singaporean chinese from a particular secondary school. However, a remark made by one of them, followed by laughters from his team mates, whom i think were school team players from that particular school, angered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post, i mentioned about the nationality discrimination. However this game against the 'kids', worsen the thoughts that i had for the education system that probably teaches our very own Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid, being a chinese, from probably one of the above average school, said to the chinese in engllish:" This is OLYMPICS!!!" ----&gt; Probably referring to the kids themselves being the "mighty" American team, and my team, consisting of 3 chinese, being the china team. That remark, i think, is a very rude and unrespectful to the chinese, and being a singaporean sharing the same identity with these kids, i felt ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that did not end. The kid, whom i think seldom speaks chinese said in chinese to them:" Zhe shi AO YUN!!", before laughing off with his team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident set me thinking about the current generation of singaporeans, probably including those older than me. Though being Singaporean, have these people, be it of all races, forgot where their ancestors came from, forgot what the education have been teaching us, forgot about the moral issues, the root of their being, etc? If they were to go or probably migrate to another country, would they do the same to Singapore? Or would they be what they are now without the protection of Singapore's government on education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just spend a few minutes and think about the discrimination u all have against others and if we have the right to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Ugly is only skin deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8607417259600336672?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8607417259600336672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8607417259600336672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8607417259600336672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8607417259600336672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-of-identity.html' title='The lost of identity'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1699548524524063657</id><published>2008-08-05T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:13:16.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationality Discrimination</title><content type='html'>I always thought that in a multi-cultural-nationality country such as Singapore, we can accept the likes of foreigners living with us. However, I was proved wrong this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember sometime back when i was still a teenager, rushing to work in Marina Square, i had some stuffs in my mouth. On the overhead bridge, unknowning that a bangladeshi worker was cleaning up the floor on the bridge, i spat. He stared at me, probably thinking: How can you singaporean just spit in the public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i glanced up, seeing him, i felt so guilty. I told myself, if i were in his shoes, i would probably be thinking the same. So, i told myself that i would never do it again, notheless, look down on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i had been working since 2001 in the service sector, and i do see more and more mix nationality couoples. Hmm... u may think, nah... so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this week, i encountered a problem, and i may be stereo type, and maybe most singaporean will think this way:&lt;br /&gt;-How can a singaporean guy be with a china girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, most singaporean people will have a rather bad image of china people, indian workers, bangladeshi workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not. I think they are doing a great service to beautifying our country, filling in the empty slots in jobs that we Singaporeans will not even touch. Aren't they noble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! they are paid and this is their job. But would u do it if u were in their shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, back to the topic... I know this guy who is a singaporean and this gal who is a chinese from china. This guy has no discrimination against nationality just like me. The 2 got together as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, ever since this chinese arrived in Singapore, it seems she has been a target to be bullied by her colleagues around her. These 'colleagues' are Singaporeans and Malaysians, and are also of chinese race. The worse? Upon knowing that the 2 are together, they discriminate the lady to the point of not giving her any pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that she came to singapore to work and to find a singaporean boyfriend - this, personally, i think, isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said that she cannot look for a partner here - this i dun think they are in the right to judge as its not indicated in her contract and not to say in her love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... there are lots more of discrimination....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, we singaporeans, should not be proud that we are an efficient country and forgot that we got to where we are partly because of the foreign workers who came to singapore to work. Love is something that may be hard to control and that u don't plan it, but when it happens, it do happens. If we are to put opurselves in their frame, i am sure u won't want out nationality to be discriminated too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come on, don't just judge people by where they are from and put them with the crows. China has such a big population and that those that we see, have a bad reputation, may not be those that have a good character. DUN LUMP THEM TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if someone murder another person and this is reported in another country. Would u like it to have them say, hey!!! Singaporeans are all murderers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer will be NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be more civilised and not be proud because we are where we are now. Everyone's human and differs from one another. Judge them only after u have seen them. Dun Discriminate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Dicrimination harms peace and harmony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-1699548524524063657?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1699548524524063657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1699548524524063657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1699548524524063657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1699548524524063657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/08/nationality-discrimination.html' title='Nationality Discrimination'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1862453094142311236</id><published>2008-08-03T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:05:02.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonders of Durian.</title><content type='html'>The recent trip back to grandma's house had been a 'fruitful' one for me. As an avid lover of durians, and coinciding with the durian season, its been a 3 days non-stop during hunting; hopping for me and my sister. Eating non-stop of durians. The last day is just so good. With our best uncle, who sponsered us with tens of kgs of durians for the 3 days. haha... its really filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day, we'd enjoyed the benefit of this friend of my uncle, who arrived in a lorry of fresh durians from his platations. Wow!!! just eatting and eatting, packing 2 full boxes of durians back to Singapore. The price of all these durians may be expensive in their malaysian currency but if we are to eat there in sing dollars, its so cheap as compared to what we buy in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. a picture says a thousand words. I'd prepared more than 10000 words for u all... enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXwHtd9T7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-n8KFpZoFZY/s1600-h/19072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230350557515698098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXwHtd9T7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-n8KFpZoFZY/s320/19072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The baskets of durians in the stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXwH47MRXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/se9R30hDNXw/s1600-h/19072008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230350560591103346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXwH47MRXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/se9R30hDNXw/s320/19072008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fresh durians arriving in the lorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXwIB0RSPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Pa124wRKx28/s1600-h/19072008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230350562977990898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXwIB0RSPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Pa124wRKx28/s320/19072008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See just how many are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvpUtSytI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZAaQnHZyQlQ/s1600-h/19072008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230350035473058514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvpUtSytI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZAaQnHZyQlQ/s320/19072008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Try planting one on ur head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvpkmC_GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rmbOm0PlvRs/s1600-h/19072008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230350039737629794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvpkmC_GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rmbOm0PlvRs/s320/19072008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my sister!! We are just so fasinated by the lorry of durians!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvpnwBEYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HglOnufTxBY/s1600-h/19072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230350040584753538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvpnwBEYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HglOnufTxBY/s320/19072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's not satisfied by the 1 durian which we assigned to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvpibbuwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u1ReaLF7HsI/s1600-h/19072008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230350039156243202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvpibbuwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u1ReaLF7HsI/s320/19072008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My uncle and my cousins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvp7R6PBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Mw9CINfZJBg/s1600-h/19072008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230350045827185682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvp7R6PBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Mw9CINfZJBg/s320/19072008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sky's gonna rain but posing with this durian will also do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvGDOtc-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/mLnpojT9SO8/s1600-h/19072008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230349429485958114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvGDOtc-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/mLnpojT9SO8/s320/19072008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice how durians drive people crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvGTy2v-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OmO2zeMjevA/s1600-h/19072008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230349433932529634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvGTy2v-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OmO2zeMjevA/s320/19072008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we cramped ourselves in the stall because of the heavy rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvGfbBBXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nAi1kGWU2Es/s1600-h/19072008(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230349437053764978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvGfbBBXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nAi1kGWU2Es/s320/19072008(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got drenched while riding the bike to the stall. See how happy my sis is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvGq4pvAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qQplJ2bxDKU/s1600-h/19072008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230349440130857986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvGq4pvAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qQplJ2bxDKU/s320/19072008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rain is not going to spoil my mood for a durian buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvG9K8nYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6JgYGjnSwFc/s1600-h/19072008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230349445039431042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXvG9K8nYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6JgYGjnSwFc/s320/19072008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The durians are just so fantastic that the crowd keeps thronging in despite the flooding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charm: Whats comparable to having a full stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/461498278506297571-1862453094142311236?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1862453094142311236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1862453094142311236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1862453094142311236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1862453094142311236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonders-of-durian.html' title='The wonders of Durian.'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SJXwHtd9T7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-n8KFpZoFZY/s72-c/19072008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8126918277490528799</id><published>2008-07-24T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:05:03.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to My Beloved Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Having a mum who is a malaysian, I've always enjoyed my childhood in a 'kampong' like style in my grandma's house in Segamat, Malaysia. Ever since young, it seems like a yearly ritual that i will visit my maternal grandparents at least once a year, with my childhood spent with them the most; about 5months a year. They all the closest people to me other than my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly recall the days back when i was as young as 3. Sitting on the front of my grandpa's old scooter, he would bring me around the village with him. The usual haunt for him that is the coffeeshop, that probably has survived decades, to fulfill his addictive coffee, as well as to chat with his friends. For me, as a little kid, i would learn the way that my grandpa had taught me to drink the coffee, that is by pouring the cup of coffee into the plate. I would run arount the coffeeshop, mixing with friends of my age, playing toys with them, while nagging and crying for my grandpa to bring me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, whenever i go back, upon reaching my grandparents' house, i would call out 'Gong gong' and 'po po' loudly before i stepped into the house. They love seeing their grandchildren back with them. However, as a child, i always hated the way my grandpa would chase me and trying to tickle me when i reach, the way tried playing with me. cause, i would think that he bullied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa, as he grew older, we would sit on his old rattan chair by the window, reading his chinese story books over and over again. These books include titles such as romance of the 3 kingdoms, hong lou meng, journey to the west, etc. A familiar sight of him, a siliouette of him by the window daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa is a chef before his retirement. He had a great taste bud. He can taste the slightest bit of overcooked food or uneven marinating of food when u could not. On his usual seat on the dining table, he would always chew on his food in the unique way that u would take notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An avid smoker, he would smoke lots and lots of cigrattes daily when he was healthy, only to be forced to cut down when he was down with a heavy illness years back. However, he survived that odeal, only to be down with the old man illness. where he started to be more and more forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years, my grandpa had been sleeping everyday. Only waking up for his meals on a wheelchair. My aunt woould feed him daily, with my grandpa still sitting on his favourite seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i returned to my grandparents house for the past few years, i would have to go to his room to call him, instead of the usual. Thou, not reacting to the environment, my grandpa seemed to know whats happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the smile and happy mood when i went back with my cousin and cousin in law for their 'jin cha' to my grandparents. Clearly, you can see the smile that he was wearing that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, thats what he'd been waiting for before he leave for another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday, i received news that my grandpa had passed away. Shocked, i packed my bag, and left for malaysia on wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving with my cousins, i saw the unusual sight. The road to my grandparents' house were blocked. Tents were set up. i went in to the car pouch. From far, i saw my grandpa's picture. Lying behind, the huge coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon entering the gates, i greeted him just like i was when i was young. However, this time, with the joss sticks.I went round the coffin, i could not believe my eyes that the person lying inside was my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the side, looked into the coffin. My grandpa's lying inside, just like how he always sleep, but this time, wearing a little smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buddhist prayers started soon after. we chanted and chanted for the night. The kids seemed unknown to the fact that grandpa had moved on. Perhaps the affection for them were not as much as those who had grew with gong gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'long time no see' relatives, cousins of my mum arrived for the night. They had a good chat with my mum and aunts. Perhaps, that is what is going to happen when i grow old. Meeting my cousins only when there is such an event like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around. Everyone were rushing back to see my grandpa for the last time. My third uncle being one of the most filial, rushed back immediately from Sabah, the place that he worked. However, 2 of my cousins were missing. One is in England, the other is in Singapore, For whatever reasons, never got to see him for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his final day, Everyone's wailing. As we chanted the prayers and going round the coffin, i could not help but got emotional. Tears welling in my eyes. I looked at my cousins, aunts and uncles, perhaps everyone's feeling the same. I could picture the past when my grandpa spent with us. The moments that he had left with us. The legacy that he had done to the village as a village chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his burial ground, which he bought 20+ years ago, his coffin was slowly laid into. Thats the last that we saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer, will i be able to call 'gong gong' when i reached the gate of my grandparents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer, will i see the sight of him while eating on the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only memories that can bring him back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole incident, i think the one who got the most upset, is my grandma. She cried whenever, she thought of him. She cried whenever she sees her grandchildren. They had been married for at least 70 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died at the age of 96.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Gong, i will miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226649186211690930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SIjJvi27ebI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XfJ9lNH8-6k/s320/1_485765061l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226649191775493698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SIjJv3lcXkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RFiblBHvC8A/s320/1_555219214l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226649196981719906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SIjJwK-tE2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/o7SxAHZLEpU/s320/19072008(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226649203084211842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SIjJwhtptoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hfgOvPJdPQ8/s320/19072008(020).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226649211341683554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SIjJxAeYu2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lGtV2qXevbU/s320/19072008(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Away you may have gone, We will always remember the legacy that u have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8126918277490528799?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8126918277490528799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8126918277490528799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8126918277490528799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8126918277490528799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/07/tribute-to-my-beloved-grandpa.html' title='A Tribute to My Beloved Grandpa'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SIjJvi27ebI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XfJ9lNH8-6k/s72-c/1_485765061l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-3520960958062870177</id><published>2008-07-15T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:36:37.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a love one</title><content type='html'>I just received news yesterday that my grandpa had moved on to another dimension. It was a rather shocking news to me, thou he always sleeps, i never expected him to go off suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going back to malaysia for his funeral. Not sure for how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update when i return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-3520960958062870177?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3520960958062870177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=3520960958062870177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3520960958062870177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3520960958062870177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/07/death-of-love-one.html' title='Death of a love one'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-3662072047158675166</id><published>2008-07-14T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:07:40.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conservation vs Compromisation</title><content type='html'>School finally started today. Its tiring to have to pull myself up today just to attend a 3 hours lecture. This semester isn't going to be great as one of my group mate has "jumped ship" to another group. The other is still unknown, leaving me and bernard. Hmmm.. think we have to start looking for a new group for projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to go home today when i saw an activity on th open court in SIM. Probably organised by SIM cca group, groups of people were having a fun with water guns shooting at the piece of paper on the other, trying to "destroy" the paper on the head of the "enemy" to elimate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there watching. It seems to be great fun thou. People laughing, having great fun. Spectators aroung enjoying as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at this point, something hit me. We humans, are the worst animal/creature in the world. Perhaps millions of years ago, we are friends with the animals in the jungle. When we dominate them, we dominate the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper today showed the coast of a country with beautiful scenary and sea. Dominating the coast, are the tall CONCRETE buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for the luxury and comfort of humans, we do away with the habitats of the animals. Humans having fun under the sun with fresh water sprayed around, when countries around are having drought. Destroying papers as a game, as the expense of the trees which supports the life of all living beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we cruel? Destroying the surroundings for the fun of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Canada for an exchange programme 7 years back. I was surprised at how the tried recycling the stuffs they use, even if it requires efforts. Perhaps it may not be the majority, but if we can do it together with them, we'll be enjoying the benefit of a better weather, prob less disasters, much better air, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do it together and stop being a murderer to the mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the law. Murderer = death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Destroying takes minutes. Building takes time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-3662072047158675166?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3662072047158675166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=3662072047158675166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3662072047158675166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3662072047158675166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/07/conservation-vs-compromisation.html' title='Conservation vs Compromisation'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6917311253894894515</id><published>2008-07-05T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:45:39.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 unfortunate incidents</title><content type='html'>2 days ago, i met up with shane and khim for a session of karaoke. The session was fun thou with all the singings. i ordered 2 glasses of peppermint mile tea, and i farted the whole night. when i reached home, my grandma asked me to drink the ginseng soup that she made 2 days ago. i'm a lazy guy. Unkown to the fact that i need to warm the soup to kill the germs, i drank it cold.&lt;br /&gt;an hour later, i started rolling on the bed. body rolled up like a dough. The pain on my stomach was excruciating. I was groaning in bed, enduring the 'attack' on my stomach. Probably the pain was too much, i fainted perhaps. sometime later at 3 plus, i was knocked awake by the pain again. this time, i shuffled to the toilet, hands on my stoamch, body crouched. urinating was a torture too.. i quickly jumped back to bed thereafter, hoping for the pain to go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, its getting more onto me!! I struggled to my mum's room, woke her up, and quickly jump onto my bed again. my legs were powerless to hold my body, getting weak as i stood more on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum felt my stomach and was astonished that my stomach was bloated. Very bloated. she took an oilment and applied constantly onto my stomach. Telling me constantly to endure it and that the pain will be over after i farted all the air in my stomach out. All these while, she, sitting beside me, taking care of me. The pain subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, i still went to work, although feeling lethargic from the little hours of sleep that i had. legs still wobbling. This is because of the insufficient man power for the day as all the full timers had went for their trainings in the office. I stayed til Jia xin returned to the store before making my move back home a charging time on my bed. (Sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd incident happened today. It left me feeling gulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received half a dozen of drink from my colleagues who are involved in a promotion just outside my work place. i was thinking of sharing it with a friend when an old lady approached me for a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 bottles that i received are free, but i told the old lady that i have to deliver it to another friend, which obviously to me, it isn't the way. She seemed to be begging me for a bottle as she asked me if i know why she's asking for bottle, saying that she's very thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? being so hard hearted, i told her NO!! omg... i dun even noe why i did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking to cineleisure, the guilt somehow crept into me. I thought that she may be some one in need and that a bottle won't kill me. The fact that i may need another person's help, while in need, also build on the guilt on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i turned back, walked back to tangs, in search of the old lady, but to no avail. I felt more guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty that i dun even want to offer her a drink that comes free, not less to say it cost me. i cannot bring myself to face this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised not to turned down a begging person who requires a help from me when they are in need. I do not wish to be in ther situation either. So please forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd learned another lesson on moral issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: A moment of madness/foolishness will leave a lifetime guilt on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6917311253894894515?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6917311253894894515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6917311253894894515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6917311253894894515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6917311253894894515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-unfortunate-incidents.html' title='2 unfortunate incidents'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-2777289448537727812</id><published>2008-06-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:37:55.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So, its been weeks since i last updated.&lt;br /&gt;The blame? The viruses that infiltrated my computer. I had to send it for repair, wait for the day to collect it, then was told that the ram was damaged as well. I have to take to the repair center of kingston in OGA for test on the ram. However, i was told again that the ram wasn't damaged. Hmmm... Went back to the shop to fixed up the ram. However, the computer is now running like a tortise. So slow.. Grrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to go for a skydiving with Loo, a friend from national service. Something hilarious happened when we were going.&lt;br /&gt;On friday, 13th june, in the morning, i were going to meet up with Loo when the organiser called to inform me that the counterpart of the country club in Segamat called them to tell them that because of the fuel  hike, the country club could not give us any jet fuel for the plane to take us to the sky for the jump. They wanted us to bring our own jet fuel!!!&lt;br /&gt;To inform us at the very last minute? and to bring our jet fuel? lol... i would be in the paper the next day for smuggling jet fuel over to malaysia. People all over will then be laughing their ass off. A singaporean buying the more expensive over to malaysia to use? haha...&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Loo and me still went over to my grandma house to stay for the 3 days. I rode the bike, pillioning him. We played psp games all day and night long. watched DVDs. haha... A very relaxed 3 days for the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's health seemed to have miraculaously improved. She can not sit up, stand up on her own. Walking is still a phobia to her. She needs a helping hand to take her to the living room. Hmmm... hopefully, she'll start walking soon. Anyway, because of the dramatic turn to her condition not once but twice, being able to be healthy now, she's a walking live brand for the product that my mum and cousin ah lian gave her to eat.. it seems a lot of people are wanting to order the products, e excel, from my mum. Hmm, thats a good one thou. haha...&lt;br /&gt;Now having a perfume promotion in Bugis junction, til coming sunday. If ya interested, do come down to take a look. Have some really good deals for the perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Nothing is impossible. Miracles take time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-2777289448537727812?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2777289448537727812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=2777289448537727812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/2777289448537727812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/2777289448537727812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1085730174482560416</id><published>2008-06-02T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:22:18.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The scariest moment</title><content type='html'>Hey! Its been weeks since i last posted. Its really been a tiring month for me after the exams. I'd been working non stop for 3 weeks before the 'supposedly' diving trip to redang before its being cancelled due to the lack of accomodation. We were told then that all accomodations were fully booked 4 months back!! hey! thats freak! So early!!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, here i am, slacking at home while trying to catch up with my lost sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since i had this feeling.. Hmm.. a secret for now. But in life, everythings a gamble. It all falls on whether its a high risk one or a safe one. I dun noe, but i guess i would take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result is out today on Rmit website. Perhaps i noe that i will definitely flung one module and do badly for another, resulting in me rather not look at the result, preferring to check them out on the 4th. haha... i know, there's no difference. But at least i can free my mind and not be in a sad mood for 2 more days. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dun wish to fail any module, as it will incur more school fees and time. So, please pray for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: To ponder the mysteries, is itself a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-1085730174482560416?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1085730174482560416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1085730174482560416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1085730174482560416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1085730174482560416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/06/scariest-moment.html' title='The scariest moment'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5166238795941047712</id><published>2008-05-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:05:06.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after exams</title><content type='html'>Exams are stressful. Loss of hair due to exams are even m0re stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been losing hair sue to the stress in the exams. Its amazing!! Really. I have lots of hair. Never would i think that i will lose hair at such an early stage of my life. Not to say losing lots of them in a month. At one point after the exams, i can see myself balding. So, i kept my hair before cutting it a little shorter, but still trying to cover up the bald spot. Only recently, after the hair start growing back, did i cut back my short hair. hehe... Balding is never good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to work, requesting no off days till 30th. Keeping it for my diving trip to redang, only to be disappointed that it is cancelled due to a lack of rooms in redang. Grrr!!! No tanning, diving, relaxing by the beach with a beautiful sky line for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sentosa recently with my best pals of around 15 years. Surprisingly, its our first time there together. We planned to be by the beach by 11 plus to 12 noon. But we only reach there at 1 plus, due to everyone's speciality: LATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with volleyball, but only QF, YZ and me noe how to play a bit of that. The gals? It seems they are scared of the ball. haha... but its good to see them play with us, at least... unlike ah bee... who sit on the beach mat he brought there, under the tree, afraid of the sun. omg.. is he a man who went thru NS? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thereafter, only qf went into the water with me, YZ is too sissy to get down wet, preferring to accompany ah bee and step under the tree, adjusting the mat constantly to be in the shade. Had some fun trying to get tan, thou unsuccessful. Qf's gf, grace, is also sporting enough to walk on the beach. The most turn off thing? Ah bee and step wanting us to leave by 3 plus!! when the sun is gd enough for a better tan.... to? to vivo!! haiz... spend so much to drive in to sentosa, then leave.. neverthess, we took some pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFY3jSdPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NIh2wFBIC6A/s1600-h/IMG_3350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203985662957745394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFY3jSdPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NIh2wFBIC6A/s320/IMG_3350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 15 years of friendship, 1st time to sentosa together after primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFZXjSdQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ul6xw7cGtBY/s1600-h/IMG_3352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203985671547680002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFZXjSdQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ul6xw7cGtBY/s320/IMG_3352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group photo(from left to right): YZ, QF, Grace, Ah Bee, Step, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFZnjSdRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bHGZBZot3aQ/s1600-h/IMG_3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203985675842647314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFZnjSdRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bHGZBZot3aQ/s320/IMG_3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Retro rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFZ3jSdSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rffbWN3EwVU/s1600-h/IMG_3358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203985680137614626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFZ3jSdSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rffbWN3EwVU/s320/IMG_3358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I flying like an iron man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFZ3jSdTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y8EBDaayR3I/s1600-h/IMG_3370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203985680137614642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFZ3jSdTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/y8EBDaayR3I/s320/IMG_3370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Qf and me after a swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to work after the exams. Had some outings with my colleagues and one of the nights, Serene and we people went for a singing seesion in kbox.. haha... its tiring... too tired after the work, but fun!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhEcnjSdMI/AAAAAAAAADc/jujq5gAiyLg/s1600-h/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203984627870627010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhEcnjSdMI/AAAAAAAAADc/jujq5gAiyLg/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The luxasia tangs division B team ( left to right): Jia xin, siew fong, serene, zhi hui, li shuang and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhEc3jSdNI/AAAAAAAAADk/khVBCEvFB-0/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203984632165594322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhEc3jSdNI/AAAAAAAAADk/khVBCEvFB-0/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tangs Puig team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhEdHjSdOI/AAAAAAAAADs/02saeosJQfA/s1600-h/IMG_1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203984636460561634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhEdHjSdOI/AAAAAAAAADs/02saeosJQfA/s320/IMG_1997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lishuang and me singing a duet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charm: What's life without friends? Gains and losses cannot get u happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-5166238795941047712?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5166238795941047712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5166238795941047712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5166238795941047712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5166238795941047712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-after-exams.html' title='Life after exams'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SDhFY3jSdPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NIh2wFBIC6A/s72-c/IMG_3350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7415843017927106676</id><published>2008-05-13T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:09:52.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A one year gap to reflect on</title><content type='html'>14/5/07, Monday. I can still vividly recall the bench on changi beach. The talks that i had with her on the evening. The tears shed by both of us. Forward the 366 days to the present, this had been the torturous year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the worse part of a human body, is the brain. Thou it helps u to function ur whole body muscles, it also allows u to remember the sweet and bitter moments. This past year, exactly a year, moments of the past keep flashing back in my mind. The moment of happiness in the zoo, food exhitbitions, movies, meals, butter, phone calls, the bus rides and lots of other stuffs, have been flshing back in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, the events in the past one year has a significant change in my thinking. I were tempted to be with one of the same sex. I were afraid to make a first move to a gal who prob catches my eye. I were not able to have the confidence to talk on the phone for a long time with someone else. I were... Maybe, the single thought of the process of liking someone to dating to breaking up and the after effects is the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i will just smile at myself, thou no one amused me, to keep the upsetting thoughts away. Laugh at myself to hide my in-confidence. Trying to talk more craps so as to keep myself occupied. Play a game of basketball to keep all my mind on the basketball and the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, will occasionally ask me what i'm smiling or laughing at. I will tell them nothing. But i'm actually smilling at my sillyness. The fact that human is an emotional creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, on the bus ride, she told me:" if after some time, we still miss each other, we will be together."(something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i saw the happiness in her eyes again. I feel happy for her but at the same time a call for me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps fate is the creator of all happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start learning to adapt to my environment. I'll start looking at things on another view. I shall create a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is not a blame or anything, but just a reflection of thoughts for the past one year of craziness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: In life, the gains and loses aren't important. What's important is, everyone's together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7415843017927106676?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7415843017927106676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7415843017927106676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7415843017927106676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7415843017927106676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-year-gap-to-reflect-on.html' title='A one year gap to reflect on'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1137188418255356821</id><published>2008-05-09T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:05:08.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The route to Exams</title><content type='html'>The route to this semester's exams is disastrous for me. I have plenty of time but it seems i like idling around, while slowly start reading up. I'd reduced my no of working days to 5 days a month, which is kinda very little money as compared to last semester. However, perhaps the plenty amount of time isn't as useful as i have, prob not enough of a quality studying time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My statistic paper, my first paper for the exam, was badly done, even thou i have 3 weeks of preparation. I went to my grandma's house in malaysia for 3 days, trying to study while visiting her. It proved rather fruitless, even if the place is conducive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper is a preparation to flung. I had no sleep the night before, trying to read up as much as i can. However, the paper's rather tricky. While attempting on the management accounting, my mind started playing on me, distorting my thoughts, because of the fact that even a 1 mark question requires 1 full page of calculation(a fact that never come acrossed in my life). I lost confidence as i carried on to 2 marks, 5 marks, 1 mark.... and i gave up on 2 mark question even when i tried my best. The brain's not your best friend sometimes when taking exams. I got confused, then forgot how to do. Thats DISASTROUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blame no one except myself. The fact that i should have studied as hard as i wanted. The fact that the exams are finally over. The relieve i had. No more books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198403651319037906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRwlBv2_9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/x6yoyBmbETM/s320/21042008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My grandma and me.. She not realising i'm taking a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198403651319037890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRwlBv2_8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/aiiHvOcf6GQ/s320/21042008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;The scenery outside the village of my grandma's. Notice the train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, i started trying to leave long hair, after a sudden inspiration while watch 'Hero'. Wanna try the hair style of Mu Chun Tuo Zai. hee... A failure, i think... but, nevertheless, at least i tried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198403642729103266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRwkhv2_6I/AAAAAAAAACk/JCg31T-zVLE/s320/28032008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The starting... trying to style... but look more like a character from dragonball...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRwkRv2_5I/AAAAAAAAACc/EjT5GysoyTw/s1600-h/03052008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198403638434135954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRwkRv2_5I/AAAAAAAAACc/EjT5GysoyTw/s320/03052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Long hair finally.. pushed all my hair to the back with a hairband. Travelled around this way.. Weird but an experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRwkxv2_7I/AAAAAAAAACs/5f0lv2gquUI/s1600-h/03052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198403647024070578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRwkxv2_7I/AAAAAAAAACs/5f0lv2gquUI/s320/03052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dunno why... but i like my hair up!!! Feel fresher with my fore head cleared of hair..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, For the last 3 papers, i went to study with my gd fren, QQ. Okie.. he's a guy, my NS Cabin mate. Chanced upon a bubble tea shop in TPY central. Though rather ex for a cup of bubble tea, the ambience of this shop just attracted me to get a drink. Unlike the Sweet talk or any other shops selling bubble tea, this shop reminds me of the bubble tea that i drank when i was in Taiwan training. Thou its a lot cheaper there. 50 cents singapore currency for a cup that is the size of this store's Large cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the bubble tea in this store, it comes in 3 sizes, with the medium size the size that u see in sweet talk. Worth getting a drink for that price. really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ratings: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taste 4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Service 4/5&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198404158125178850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRxChv2_-I/AAAAAAAAADE/h07qeVmActQ/s320/07052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the shop's front view&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198404162420146162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRxCxv2__I/AAAAAAAAADM/mIDee70f8_c/s320/07052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198404162420146178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRxCxv3AAI/AAAAAAAAADU/22muB3JGIRQ/s320/07052008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The medium sized honey milk tea i bought. See the generous serving of mini pearls? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Charm: Laziness leads to failure. Fate plays 20% of ur life. Luck 5%, hardwork 75%. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-1137188418255356821?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1137188418255356821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1137188418255356821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1137188418255356821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1137188418255356821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/05/route-to-exams.html' title='The route to Exams'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SCRwlBv2_9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/x6yoyBmbETM/s72-c/21042008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5471947313974209714</id><published>2008-05-04T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:47:41.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the song lovers..</title><content type='html'>the creation of the collision of 6 songs! I present to u this clip, courtesy of my fren, YZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/461498278506297571-5471947313974209714?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5471947313974209714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5471947313974209714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5471947313974209714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5471947313974209714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-song-lovers.html' title='for the song lovers..'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8863848941713980988</id><published>2008-05-01T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:45:20.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERP</title><content type='html'>Those Driving sure will agree with the song........  ENJOY!!! (click on the clip and look at the lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dgmfL0ZgJ0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dgmfL0ZgJ0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Ang Mo Kio&lt;br /&gt;Go to city many gantry&lt;br /&gt;Can't afford your speed too low&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kena!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;Slow is dangerous (Aiyah!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Toa Payoh&lt;br /&gt;Please lah tolong,&lt;br /&gt;only LorongNot Expressway also tio!&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious! (Kena!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;Spread like virius! (Aiyah!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;Many many taxes danglin&lt;br /&gt;ERP now is randomin&lt;br /&gt;Keep your speed 'bove 45&lt;br /&gt;Or everybody Cashcard won't survive!&lt;br /&gt;Suka suka ERP on&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy gantry can born&lt;br /&gt;16 new ways to gope your lui&lt;br /&gt;See already want to pui!&lt;br /&gt;Gahmen say take MRT&lt;br /&gt;Cos car is only luxury&lt;br /&gt;Build the road for Fellari&lt;br /&gt;Normal car will up lorry&lt;br /&gt;Ji Pa Ban (uh!), Ichiban (uh)&lt;br /&gt;No million dollars you Lan Lan&lt;br /&gt;CTE is the place to be&lt;br /&gt;Singapore road for VIP&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Ang Mo Kio&lt;br /&gt;Reach work early,&lt;br /&gt;at 5.30&lt;br /&gt;Spend three hours drink teh-o&lt;br /&gt;Can't be seraious! (wah lau!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;Live like vampires (ouch!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know,&lt;br /&gt;Where the gantry never grow&lt;br /&gt;Where the lorry Never worry&lt;br /&gt;Travel freely where you go&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Bukom! (Don't have!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Tekong (Huat ah!) (beep! beep! beep!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8863848941713980988?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8863848941713980988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8863848941713980988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8863848941713980988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8863848941713980988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/05/erp.html' title='ERP'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7129932678179197261</id><published>2008-04-27T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:42:08.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Management Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lesson 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands nakedin front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?' '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Great,'the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest nearly had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lesson 3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rub it and a Genie comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff! She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff! He's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lesson 4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like ou! and do nothing?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lesson 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey,'but I haven't got the energy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gives him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lesson 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realizehow warm he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dung was actually thawing him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laid there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cowdung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Morals of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7129932678179197261?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7129932678179197261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7129932678179197261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7129932678179197261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7129932678179197261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/04/management-course.html' title='Management Course'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6887380689423002040</id><published>2008-04-23T09:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:54:01.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ghost in raffles place + something to relax after that</title><content type='html'>it seems that in some office in raffles place, they captured this video and its quite eerie. It came out in the news and in stomp. so.. check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1260096/ghost_sighting_at_raffles_place.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1260096/ghost_sighting_at_raffles_place/"&gt;Ghost Sighting at Raffles Place&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;More amazing video clips are a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... now.. relax yourself with this freakingly funny video.. guess if they do this in singapore, we'll be having lots of complains from the aunties and uncles, prob every singapore singaporeans, as they just love complaining. Even a stray cat or dog in park also must write and complain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/162964/insane_japanese_pranks.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/162964/insane_japanese_pranks/"&gt;Insane Japanese Pranks&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The funniest bloopers are right here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6887380689423002040?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6887380689423002040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6887380689423002040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6887380689423002040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6887380689423002040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/04/ghost-in-raffles-place-something-to_23.html' title='the ghost in raffles place + something to relax after that'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5013025159262825937</id><published>2008-04-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:05:12.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's House</title><content type='html'>I was away to my grandma's house since sat to now. I went together with my cousin and her husband, as they were going to "serve tea" to my cousin's dad. uncle and aunt. We set off at 7am, targeting to reach there at around 11am, but because of a series of delays, like waiting for the longest ever time i had waited for bus 170 at the malaysia customs (half an hour), bus timing and the bus break down, we reached there at 1pm. And immediately after the tea serving and a quick lunch, my cousin and her husband left at 3.30pm!!! Travel so far, leave so fast. Wa lao, grandma lei, also cannot stay a little longer. Only visit her once a year for my cousin, and leave so early. Nevertheless, the serving of tea had my grandparents smiling for the day. I stayed on, even thou they left. Wanna spend some time with my grandma, since she's better now. Also, planned to study for my exams there, as its a quieter environment, away from all the distractions. My grandma, she's a miracle! Surprising everyone of us, the docs, nurse, everyone!! I learned from my aunt how she came thru. It gets me thinking of how it goes abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice or thrice, she's on the verge of death, since last year, as i had blogged. Her tongues rolled back, she did not eat anything, the nurse couldn't get any blood from her despite numerous attempts to draw the blood samples from her. The evidence can be seen clearly on her hands, all the blue black marks. She lost lots of weight, her wrinkled skins are there for all to see. She aged. The last time, she was sent to hospital abt 1 month ago, she's quiet. Going off. My aunts and my mum were there. They were buddhists. They chanted the chants, telling my grandma to go with the goddess (guan yin) or buddha, if he or she comes. My grandma, as my aunt told me, then, had her tongue rolled back. She's suffering. She managed to murmured some words out, saying she saw Guan Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt said:" Go with her, dun worry about us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, not being able to bear with the sight of my grandma suffering. My grandma, then staggered out some words, with her tongue still rolled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said:" Guan Yin Pu Sa gave me some water to drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, she slowly recovered, thou i dunno how. She's able to walk no! of course with the help of a person holding her. She gained a little weight, thou her foots are swollen. Its an unbelievable recovery. She's 91 yrs old. And this is perhaps something that has people believing in deities. Perhaps, i think, the goddess had really come to save her. Perhaps she's fated for a long life with my grandpa who's 96 yrs old. Perhaps, the E.Excel food nutritions which my cousin, ah lian biao jie and my mum gave her constantly, regained her health(which is confirm the reason). Perhaps, she's not done with everything, and waiting for the family to reunie again. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. There's just so many perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its been like 10 yrs, other than during chinese new year, since i stayed there for as long as i like, which usually, its with my frens or a quick 1 to 2 days stay. I enjoy the peaceful, undisturbed life there. I missed the childhood times there with my childhood friends. I missed the times i had with my grandma when she would get me a cup of milo and biscuits in the middle of the night, when i told her i am hungry. She would accompany me for i'm scared of darkness and ghost when i'm young. I missed the times where my grandpa will bring me along with him to the coffeeshop, on his scooter, thereafter, teaching me how to drink a hot tea/ coffee on the antique cups the coffeeshops used. I missed the running abt with my brother and childhood friends, playing mu tou ren, Bing bing, catching, one leg, climbing trees to get rambutans and cocoas, etc. i missed every thing, and just hope time can be turned back so i can savour the moments once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled onto some pictures there, where they were taken when i was younger, thou i have no recollections of them. I took some photos and along with the pictues i took. so there they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741124700780146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzFC7-TtnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pWVJafZ03Mk/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; That's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741128995747458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzFDL-TtoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oI5sUqtjE1I/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few months old?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741133290714770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzFDb-TtpI/AAAAAAAAABE/h0m_uyPVNtQ/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My paternal grandma,maternal grandma, mum, me and my cousin&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741141880649378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzFD7-TtqI/AAAAAAAAABM/8_LBJQDGY4E/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My grandma and mum when they are younger. Look at her huge arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741146175616690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzFEL-TtrI/AAAAAAAAABU/iGHSfWqptOM/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at how healthy my grandparents were a few years' back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191742073888552706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzF6L-TtwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k1i2Gj6xCck/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and my third aunt, who takes very good care of my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191742065298618098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzF5r-TtvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zYwoPpStPQQ/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My cousin, cousin in law and me outside my grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191742061003650786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzF5b-TtuI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z3mVQqR-2zM/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me and my beloved grandma. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191742052413716178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzF47-TttI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q4qSzb-xprU/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My grandparents and me. See how much they had aged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191742043823781570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzF4b-TtsI/AAAAAAAAABc/KuKVgCzSaMg/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Look how happy my grandpa is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191743177695147794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzG6b-TtxI/AAAAAAAAACE/cXGGqJmpzug/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cousin serving tea to my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191743181990115106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzG6r-TtyI/AAAAAAAAACM/Fd45zYWYRXM/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then to my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191743190580049714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzG7L-TtzI/AAAAAAAAACU/78HMfZfZBlo/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying to the heaven in the open ground outside my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charm: If only time can be turned back, i would savour every moment better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzD0L-TtmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Db6Fj7yuG2I/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzDz7-TtlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SQyFlVy_5cU/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzDxr-TtiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xl68_gmAZv8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzDyL-TtjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Fvwpzve1Pqw/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-5013025159262825937?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5013025159262825937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5013025159262825937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5013025159262825937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5013025159262825937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/04/grandmas-house.html' title='Grandma&apos;s House'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SAzFC7-TtnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pWVJafZ03Mk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7314740562371283312</id><published>2008-04-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:00:53.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to destress for exams</title><content type='html'>Noe what?? i saw this video from one of my fren's blog. they are such creative lads! i keep copying the video from them and post it here, so u guys can enjoy.. sorry, YZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say:" Not funny, i run around NTU!!" lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0K5Md4xakb4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0K5Md4xakb4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for u guys!!! The marketing students!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WsA0xaMeoo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WsA0xaMeoo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/461498278506297571-7314740562371283312?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7314740562371283312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7314740562371283312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7314740562371283312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7314740562371283312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-to-destress-for-exams.html' title='Something to destress for exams'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-2240867840404529003</id><published>2008-04-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:24:07.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>In life, everyone has his highs and lows. However, thru these, the ones who shared them with u are ur best frens. One who went thru hell and heaven with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a best of best "friend". His name is called spalding. He's round, and he loves to bounce up and down. He never complained when i vented my anger on him, however, delighting me with some hugs, when i'm sweaty. He's been thru with me when i had my worse day or period ( as in time, nothing else)in my life, and when i'm bored with nothing to do. However, he has a bad habit. He loves me carying him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! He has other names as well. But i love calling him spalding, some people call him Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned above, basketball is my passion in life. Playing a good game with it will lighten my mood for the whole day. On the other hand, having a bad game will have me brooding over it over the next few days. Don't get me wrong. I'm not exactly the best player u can see. I would consider myself a social player who does unorthodox way of playing it. Well, anyway uthrow the ball, pass the ball or shoot the ball, as long as it can gives u a feeling of excitment, that will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered once, when i was really really down, okie.. i'm out of love at that time. i felt so depressed. Everyone's busy with their life suck as works and exams or school. Only spalding came to me, ask me to bring him to the basketball court, and he took my mind off the depressing moments for that hour or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few months, i had not had a really good game of it. Perhaps the worries of the old injuries to my knees and back acting up, plus the aches and pains on them when i tried laying up or shooting. I hate injuries, and they dun seemed to go away! For months, they just wun heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the urge of a game of basketball can sometimes curb ur thirst to do other stuffs like studying for exams. This results to another bad game and making me feel worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, thou i felt the pain and strains of the injuries again, perhaps the arrogance of the 1.9++ skinny guy being so the *&amp;!@$#$, i suddenly had the feel to do it again. Thou, not as good as what i used to be, i felt at least a few shots did the job for me. Plus, the exceptional number(think its the highest no) that i had, rejecting the tall guy. WoW!! thats really amazing. I cannot jump as high but still manage to reject him like erm.. 8 times, of course thats excluding another few from the other guys.. hey hey... that really gave me the feeling of ecstacy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend does care for me once in while!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... lets hope i'll recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: I can accept defeat, but i cannot accept not trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-2240867840404529003?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/2240867840404529003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=2240867840404529003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/2240867840404529003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/2240867840404529003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-4333958750336494838</id><published>2008-04-10T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:06:34.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Motivation</title><content type='html'>Recently, i'd been rather busy with work, which ended yesterday. So happy to have finished my schedule for the month, but i guess all of it would be going to my new found sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not been working out my body for the past 6 months due to injury + laziness. But for the past week, i tried going for a run, doing my statics and swimming, before realising my fitness has dropped by leaps and bounds. haha... Guess that the result of probably a lack of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to look for a motivation other than having a good body, so as to convince myself to work out regularly, but probably couldn't really found any. That is until i went to This new found sport that makes me really wanna have a better body, due to the exposure of upperbody. OH!!! Don't get me wrong. I went to my first wakboarding at punggol marina country club today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an hour bus ride to punggol, realised i had missed the shutter bus, tried hailing a cab, before realing that punggol is a place for those loners. There are no cab in sight! Perhaps less than 5 cars on the road per min, passing by me. Thats not even saying that booking a cab will have to make me to wait for 20 mins!!! OMG!!! there's such a worse ever place in singapore without good amentities. No wonder my colleagues have been saying that punggol isn't good. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after 25 mins of waiting, i finally get into a cab, while cancelling the booking i had made with the other cab company. After reaching, i realise something. I forgot to copy down the person in charge's Tel no, and the name as well... so okie.. i walk around trying to figure out where they are. but there's no way i can do that as everyone looks young and sporty. haha.. so i hang around til someone asked me if i'm from SIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto the boat i went with this other gal from SIM. We travelled to Seletar Island before she starts her stunts and wakeboarding stuffs. She seems so pro, perhaps i being a first timer. i hope to do what she did on my first day but i cannot even stand up on the wake board, managing to squart at least. Hmmm, that already very good for a guy to do on the first lesson as what they had said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, a friend of mine from SIM went for this session too and she said it was really fun. But the ongoing daily diving, drinking seawater turned me off upon thinking of another watersports game again. But todays session proved me wrong and i enjoyed it, thou injuring my middle fingle while trying to hold on to the rope, hitting the board as i fell flat onto the water. haha.. That makes me think of how she enjoyed it 2 years ago. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go for another session next week even thou my exams are coming on 25th this month. My expenses are going to go up too. $60 - $80 per session. Hmm... but thats prob another motivation that will bring me back to the old sporty me, while regaining my fitness. Guys and girls, if u have a chance, do give this a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Human only live once a lifetime, young once a lifetime. Be adventurous! Enjoy the extremes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-4333958750336494838?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4333958750336494838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=4333958750336494838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4333958750336494838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4333958750336494838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-motivation.html' title='A New Motivation'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1814374950172944938</id><published>2008-04-02T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:19:54.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest blog ever</title><content type='html'>I was reading some of my earlier post that i had post in my friendster when i came across a blog that i had posted, hmmm, i mean a link. I clicked on it, and the way this blogger blogged, had me cursing and swearing at the way he writes up on his blog. Its so funny that any Singaporean who speaks english will laugh from the top of his blog to the bottom. Once again, hold ur laughter and read his blog. Any non-singaporean who cannot understand english, pls check the singlish dictionary at : http://www.singaporecanlah.com/why_singaporecanlah/singlish_dictionary.php or http://singlishdictionary.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is his blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rockson.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: A laughter a day, keeps the worries away. (At least for a moment)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-1814374950172944938?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1814374950172944938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1814374950172944938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1814374950172944938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1814374950172944938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/04/funniest-blog-ever.html' title='Funniest blog ever'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1493395996224943262</id><published>2008-03-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:40:45.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asset or Liability?</title><content type='html'>This world is so amazing! Its progressing beyond what we can preserve, with the  creations and innovations. &lt;br /&gt;The greatest creation which i think for the past century is this thing called cyber world. This cyber world seems like an endless encyclopidia where u can find trillions orshould i say infinity amt of stuffs which u can fill ur appetite on. U name it, it has it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm one who dream of the future technology but yet, hope that the cultures in each and every country are being preserved. Singapore, for one, has the technolgy and perhaps the cyber world to thank for. &lt;br /&gt;However, thou i'm singaporean, i feel that perhaps China is one, where all chinese belongs to, including me. I love the cultures, the traditions, even thou i've never been there before. The introductory of tvs, computers and of course internet, has bring the world closer together. Everyone knows whats happening in another countries thousands of miles away in a snap of fingers. This perhaps will improves one's economy but the cultures and traditions wlll slowly be gone with the years. This example, can be found in Singapore. Thru these years of "globalisation", how many of u can still feel the excitment of chinese new year? how many of u still celebrates the mooncake festival with a lantern, drinking tea? Perhaps only a handful.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think most countries are losing their past, adopting the "westernised" ways of living, changing their beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;Recently, i read that Bhutan, a country that is somewhere in the himalaya, has started adopting the democratic government, which means the king no loger holds as much power as he used to hold. Thats perhaps good for their happy population. But the introduction of tvs in 1999 and maybe the internet has already started some social problems, in my opinion. Their people are more open up to the world, and this has led some of the younger generation to be addicted to cyber games. This, already is a common problem in lots of countries, including Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Cyber world has brought the world closer, the people closer, and perhaps the races closer. It has brought along knowledge, activities and programmes for the people. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, just like gambling or drugs, it may be addictive to the young, old, and adults. cyber games, porn, online gambling, etc will also lead to one's downfall. Travelling along with it are the cultures and traditions that a countries may have taken thousands of years to build.&lt;br /&gt;Asset or Liability? You shall decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Pain is temporary. Glory is forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-1493395996224943262?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1493395996224943262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1493395996224943262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1493395996224943262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1493395996224943262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/03/asset-or-liability.html' title='Asset or Liability?'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7032738891640187410</id><published>2008-03-21T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:03:37.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny clips to enjoy</title><content type='html'>some funny clips that i saw in a blog from a gd fren of mine.. wanna share these stuffs with u people.. hold ur laughters and please turn on ur speakers.. =) enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KmNWh3n3Eg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KmNWh3n3Eg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9W7BQgBZog&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9W7BQgBZog&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Soccer Fanatics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZ_7nU_jvlc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZ_7nU_jvlc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPQ_N4imYVE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPQ_N4imYVE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/461498278506297571-7032738891640187410?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7032738891640187410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7032738891640187410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7032738891640187410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7032738891640187410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-clips-to-enjoy.html' title='funny clips to enjoy'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7374250835858683639</id><published>2008-03-20T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:00:32.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere in our heart</title><content type='html'>The koreans are really good at creating love dramas. Since 2 years ago when i fist watched the korean drama: shu tong yao, i'd been rather addicted to their ancient love stories. Recently, i chanced upon the drama: Smile again or Zai Chi Wei Siao, which is now going towards the last few episodes on the drama channel.&lt;br /&gt;Watching this show somehow tickles the soft side of my heart, picturing the sweet moments that had happened before, the events on which i might, unknowingly, made the other half cried, the laughters and joy that lived with me. I do missed those moments.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered recently during the tests that i'm a an avid memoriser, memorising those super duper long sentences, but i'm more of a person who pictures the moments, think about the events that had happened before. Perhaps that is why i'm rather sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;Okie, back to the drama. Watching those moments whereby the guy actually let the gal down a number of times and that they broke and patched back 3 times, where in between they went thru really tough times, really cause the tears on my eyes to well up. The determination in the guy is awesome. I will maybe refer it to the cockroach (difficult to kill) --&gt; da bu si de zhang lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 14 may will be year of loneliness.  For the past few nights of chasing the drama series, i realise miss the romance, the bittersweet moments, the daily chats, the cordinated moves, etc. But i think perhaps, i shd try managing my studies now first, earn more money for extreme sports trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably put those sweet moments with you people, somewhere close to my heart, savouring it whenever i want, for a lasting romance probably will be disappointing in real life but not in the closet of our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Some people can talk their whole life, but contribute nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7374250835858683639?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7374250835858683639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7374250835858683639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7374250835858683639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7374250835858683639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/03/somewhere-in-our-heart.html' title='Somewhere in our heart'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-3731877995323261697</id><published>2008-03-10T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:45:12.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A life of Schooling</title><content type='html'>"The best part of your schooling life will be now." I can still vividly recall what my sceondary school principal, Miss Bandara said. She left a few quotes that have since been hidden deep in my heart. "Aim higher, so when u fall, u won't feel that much of a pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to have my parents sending me to a gd neighbourhood school. I enjoyed my schooling time in my primary school, Ang Mo Kio Primary School. The games that we played like poisonous ball, one leg, catching, xia yan mao, uno, etc. The funs of not having to think about financial problems nor relationship problems. School work came second to fun. Friends then were also the best of the lots of friends i had. Thou there are arguments, fights but these all forgotten in a moment, probably after a game of those mentioned above. The ban, imposed on ball for football, allowed my classmates to be the most creative of the school. we would buy an exercise book, tore every single page of it, squashed all of them into a ball shape, taped it up, and used it as a ball to kick around. This was also banned after some time. So we used the a plastic bottle instead. And the crack on it after some kicks proved costly, as it cut just under my left eye. We were so innocent then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came secondary school, Ang Mo Kio Secondary School. This is when I started to know the pressure of studying, thou finiancial was still not a part of life then, unlike how kids were now, with handphones. We still play games then. But the games are no longer poisonous ball or one leg, but soccer and basketball. Competition for getting top few in the class were rather intense, with those very good at memorising being the few. Me? I think i'm in the top 10. hehe.. The pride of representing school in most mathematics competition also kept me going then. The participation in my CCA then, actively kept me busy most of the time. Like what the principal had said. I think perhaps why she said that was because, i think, we were more concious of what we are doing while playing and enjoying in secondary school, without having to think much about finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CCA which i was in, NCC(AIR), was rather interesting. Going for courses. These unlike the NCC now, used to be tough, i think probably as tougher as what the tekong people are going thru now in tekong and in the unit, considering the welfare given now as compared to what it was in the past. However, the most lovely part of joining this CCA was the chance that they gave me. Paying for me and the seniors to go Perth, Austraia for 11 days. Then, it was rather rare for them to allow a secondary school student to go overseas. And me being of one of the first few. That was when i was in secondary 4.  2 years later, when i was just starting my first year in poly, i was sent to Canada for an exchange programme with 14 other countries. Only 2 people were chosen yearly. It was an enriching experience. Learning abt lots of other cultures, while making some good friends there. Really gd fun then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ngee Ann Poly, this was when the financial burden stated to come into my life. Studying and working at the same time isn't easy, even now. The main part of my poly, as i can remember, was probably the freshman orientation camp and the skipping of lectures to play basketball or sleeping during lectures. The life of in the first semester of my first year was also the best part of the poly life, as then, i made some good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schooling in the NS life was tough. We had 136 people in the course, of which 114 stayed together for the 2 years that we were in the NS. There were probably too much stories to tell. However, it seemed that when we were in the NS, we would want to get out of the life there, but after ORD, it seemed a part of my life is still missing the lifestyle and the companion that i had for the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In university, SIM, its totally different. A lot more independant. Everyone's doing their own stuffs. It seemed more of a like, erm.. schoolmate = schoolmate, not really friends that have been happening in the past. Why do i say that? Everyday after school, everyone just study, go home. No going out or a game in sports. Results are rather demoralising also.. hope life there will be better with more inspiring results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those above, you may ask me which part of my schooling life i life. I would say every part of the schooling life has its fun. But for me, i enjoyed my primary school life most. I made 5 best pals there, who were always there when i need them. They accompanied me thoughout my last 15 plus years. Thou we had our fair share of disagreements, but the bond of friendship is still strong. The class of my primary school will occasionally meet up. Its a really good bond of friendship, and i think i have to credit these to the teachers that we had then, Mrs Chong and Mdm Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So above are my schooling life, which part of schooling life do u enjoy most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Thru hardships and years of giving and taking, only then friendships will bond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-3731877995323261697?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3731877995323261697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=3731877995323261697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3731877995323261697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3731877995323261697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-of-schooling.html' title='A life of Schooling'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7739198004739310196</id><published>2008-03-03T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:51:26.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping Paper</title><content type='html'>Recently, i found that thou some people appeared to be say, helpful, but in fact, they aren't. This can be said to be vice versa. Also, the fact that sometimes we mean well by doing some things for others, but it is being misunderstood for another reason. This set me thinking: A human being's thinking can be so complex. Here is a story which i think i would like to share with u people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that some time ago, a mother punished her daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be somethinginside the package?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional loveand kisses from our children, family and friends. There is no more precious  possession anyone could hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Complexity may allow one to seem knowledgeable. However, sometimes, simplicity is the way to a happier life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7739198004739310196?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7739198004739310196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7739198004739310196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7739198004739310196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7739198004739310196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/03/wrapping-paper.html' title='Wrapping Paper'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7322863091173246520</id><published>2008-02-28T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:54:22.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>Cheers!! lol... finally i got all the fancyful stuffs up: the chatbox, songs and counter. Okie... the pictures are not up yet. i know... but as mentioned earlier, haha... i am a lazy bum. I'm lazy to upload the photos. YA rite!!! Lazy!! Plain lazy!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;Okie.. up here, now u are listening to 3 songs from MYMP.. think they are a philippines band but i am attracted to their singing since i watched them in youtube a few years back. My favorite song is the 'Especially for U'. How do u find it?&lt;br /&gt;Their song in youtube... take a look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mf2kClO8cro"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mf2kClO8cro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went to watched the lousiest, lamest show ever, with wen and jo.. omg.. The review from several press was that its a hilarious show.. Omg... i almost fell asleep!! Its not really funny at all!! haha... Perhaps, those who are not as lame will find them funny. But, being with a group of friends, who grew up with me, being lame, i do not find that really that funny.. oops! haha... the show is 'Meeting the Spartans', or as what Jo had pronounced, Miss this spastans'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... I admit. I'm lame at times. But come on, lol... i think the show is not as lame as me, and that perhaps contribute to the boringness of this show for me. Moreover, the 60 plus mins for it seems forever as the show seems to be repeating itself, i mean the same trick. Like what someone had once said: 'One time funny, 2 times stupid.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, enough of criticising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test for stats today, was not as well done as i expected. Hey come on! i used to study those probabilities in sec schools and in poly and those graphs too. But, perhaps a little bit of over-confidence just aren't for me now a days. Long were the days when not touching these 'mathematics' stuffs and scoring almost full marks. I need to start putting myself into gears, start revising, and studying. hey! but that always seems like dreams, with me wondering off to games, sports, movies, suppers, etc but not the papers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more tests next week. Hope, i can cast those wild thoughts off me and quietly sit down and look at those tiny words on the papers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Between want and hope, its just a thin line seperating them. With determination, Hope can be achieved to a want!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7322863091173246520?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7322863091173246520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7322863091173246520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7322863091173246520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7322863091173246520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/02/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8850736753018263905</id><published>2008-02-21T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:28:35.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs a little encouragement in life</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. guess these few days, i'm in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a number of things also during these few days. Well.. This is it.. haha. The fact is this: i'm a lazy person. I hate doing my homework and studying for tests but dreamed of scoring well. Maybe, everyone's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i started this blog, my main intention is to blog how i feel without putting all those fancyful kind of animes or pics in my blog, hoping that those who come to my blog to give me a little of their precious time, will look at the content of my blog rather than to look at those photos. However, i realise recently that, i'm looking at other people's blog with envy. They have such cool blogs with links to other people ones and that with pictures, it look more lively. Hmm.. maybe, this is the same as how we'd actually been living along all these years. We tend to think: ok, i must find a partner who have inner beauty rather outer one. But in the end, all those people who crossed our lifes before either dun fulfill this or that. But the main reason that i think is that we are deceiving ourselves. Lets face the fact. This is 2008! i know this may offend some people out there. how many of the 'beauties' we see these days can be the one that we are looking for? My ans? Few. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been trying to look at this blog of mine, trying to figure out how to use this blog other than typing because i wanna attribute some things to my family. The result? haha... U can see in the blog! I'm still wandering how this thing works. hehe.. i wanna put stuffs like chat box, links, pics, etc. but, after a few log ins and few attempts, i give up. haha.. maybe someone out there can give me a little helping hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if u guys have realised, i stopped blogging for some time during the dec and jan period. This is due to the fact that i thought its boring. No one's reading my blog and i dunno who is. That is until people who read my blog, prob, "CNY with my Grandma", told me that they like that blog very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really touched me. My motive for writing that is due to the fact that my grandma means lots to me and that i wanna remember that feeling in years to come by and maybe flip thru that blog again some day maybe down the years. However, knowing the fact that people has been reading mine, gave me the encouragement to have the kind of jubilee feeling, to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, thinking back, everyone around us has been encouraging us, be it when we first crawl, walk or run. When we first learned how to write, talk and go to school. This so called "ENCOURAGEMENT", has slowly dried up as we grow older. Instead, some has gone the reversal ways. An encouragement everyday, won't do any harm to u but it may give the other person a motivation to strive harder. Lets not stop this practice we had been thought since young and give an encouragement to people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Life isn't all about YOURSELF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8850736753018263905?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8850736753018263905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8850736753018263905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8850736753018263905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8850736753018263905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/02/everyone-need-little-encouragement-in.html' title='Everyone needs a little encouragement in life'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5295610247311804592</id><published>2008-02-15T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:27:53.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirations</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. i'm not the kind of person who blogs daily and i hope those reading my blog won't be too disappointed that i don't blog daily.&lt;br /&gt;It seems a lot of people around me think that i'm rather lousy in my language.. that is my english. lol... Guess i created this way because of the way in which i speak. I don't see the need to speak ang mo style or whatever style of english to show that. I like the way in which it shd be fun, short, and that the message is being delivered.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a kind of person who believes in emotions, inspirations. Therefore, most of the time, i do things by pure emotions(gan jue) and by those who inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;This may sound surprising. I used to be in choir for erm.. i think... 3 years. and thereafter, i never ever opened my mouth to sing in secondary school. But childhood songs like ji gong and xiao sha zou yi hui do keep my heart singing. Probably due to the shutting up of my mouth causes me to only listen to songs but not sing them while in sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;My first love of singing songs was when i broke up with my first gf. I began listening to those meaningful lyrics yet sorrowful ones. Songs by Huang pin yuan( Ni zhe me she de wo nan guo and an jin from jay), started me singing. I lost those wonderful pitches which i think i possessed in primary school. My voice sounds terrible.&lt;br /&gt;However, the person who inspired me to know more about singing songs is my last gf. She sings so beautifully. She started me watching at singing competition like superstar to the now super sunday. The funny thing is that thou we'd been together for 1 1/2 years, we'd only been to the KTV once. Funny isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Thou being there once, til now i can still vividly remember how she sang the song "Beautiful Love" by Tanya Chua, and it has since stuck with me whenever i go to KTV.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i'd been frequenting ktv, as i had found my singing Kaki, Shane, as well as being inspired by those Taiwan Singing  competition like 'Xing guang and super sunday". Yang zhong Wei is one of the main reason as well. The song in which he sang(Bei Pan), really keeps me singing. As Shane said, its good to sing his song as the first one as it opens up your vocals. Hmm... Shane is another gal who sings terrifically well. Its great to have her as a singing buddy. lol.. Recently, we'd been singing duet and it really sounds good. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. but don't get it wrong. We are very good friends, not couple. I remember coming across a phrase. Think it came from someone i knew. It goes: 2 people who knows each other too well will be very difficult to become couple. Pardon me for this. Its direct translation. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Its been like quite a while since i was last involved in a relationship. I only had 3 gfs before, 2 of which i think are serious. These days, my good friend, Yongzhong, has been bugging me to get a gf. Know why? his reason is simply that he cannot stand me without a gf. lol.. what kind of theory. If i anyhow look for one, i will be a playboy and i won't want that. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;I think most man wish to be a playboy. And frankly speaking, deep down, i'm struggling. lol.. but i guess the believe i have in my family and my religion do keep me resisting the temptations. Some friends ask me: how do u know u like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;My answer: Its all by your heart. Not brain. Your heart controls your feelings. If u dun feel anything for the other half, dun start it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I'd been happy for my best pals recently. Seeing them with their love ones. Its such a heart warming kind of thing. This sunday, we'll be going to lo hei. i requested them to bring their gfs along coz i like our group to stay together despite being attached and also to allow their gfs to feel 'homely' to our group. We had been best of pals for at least 16 years. So the last thing i wanna see is to see the group moving in different directions slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Inspirations are the life of human. Without them, we'll be robots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-5295610247311804592?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5295610247311804592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5295610247311804592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5295610247311804592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5295610247311804592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/02/inspirations.html' title='Inspirations'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8435443229857732667</id><published>2008-02-10T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:46:21.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY with my grandma...</title><content type='html'>hey.. its Chinese new year! A rather.. maybe very plain chinese new year, probably because i'd been working.. my mum's working, my sis running out every daylight, bro in the camp, leaving my old singapore maternal grandma to clean up the house. But hey!!! i did try having the eve and the eve of eve of cny to try cleaning up the house, but it seems the enormous task which used to be a teamwork by every member of my family above, cannot be done!! lol... so, we'll have to make do with it this year!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to see my uncles and aunties during the reunion dinner. Its not as if that they nvr visit my grandma, but they do used to do it on a weekly basis on sunday, making my house a buzz with all those majongs. Perhaps the kids are grown up, my cousins, aunties are seldom seen on sundays. Its a great feeling thou.. to have the family back. Hmmm... as usual, my fifth uncle's side is missing. Well, they do come on Chu Yi thou..&lt;br /&gt;lol.. dunno what i typing..&lt;br /&gt;after the reunion dinner, i went to watch Ah long pte ltd. lol.. A very disappointing show. As in, its not the kind of really entertaining show we'd been expecting all these years from Jack Neo, but its really not that good.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i went back to malaysia with my mum to visit my grandma. Its quieter this year. my second uncle is back but not his children and wife. they had kind of a tiff. However, to me. i think that no matter what differences, we, as the grandchildren or children, shd go back and visit our very own grandma, one who's been very very caring to us all these years. Our grandpa who is always sleeping now, not remembering anyone or anything, but once a great cook and one who took us out, taught us how to drink tea the traditional way.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's health has been really bad as compared to last year. She's 92. Last year, she can walk, cook, talk. Not this year. She suffered a stroke late last year. Docs gave her no hope. She's on the line of death, but miracles do happen. She survived! I'm glad!&lt;br /&gt;But this visit's really giving my excruciating pain. The way she's struggling, calling my aunt every moment, every minute. Not having the strength to even stand up, having to wear pampers, not eating as much. Life's never been the same whenever i go back to my grandma's house now. There's no more of the familiar voice calling me to eat, eat more, and giving me more when i finished eating. No more of the calls for my to pray to Guan Yin when i reached the house and no more of a voice to ask me to drink water. No more of a hand to feel my hand. Instead, the once healthy body of her has been gone. Lying on the bed constantly is her frail little body. She lost so much weight. She couldn;t even remember what she asked me. asking me several times. My heart aches. Aching for my grandma and my aunt who has to be on the their side constantly. Not taking care of babies but 2 big adult babies.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about those days when i'm still a kid, those years when i spend my months at my grandma's house yearly. I missed them. I missed those moments. Feeling the tears filling my eyes, rolling down my cheeks whenever i thought of those healthy moments of them and the frail moment that they are having now. This prompts some thoughts: One can have a wonderful life, giving happiness to everyone and having a skill thats so great. But what do u do with that when u are old, losing ur memories day by day? In the end, only sadness will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;Know what? the most heart wrenching thing is when i'm gonna go home. i went to my grandma. shook her, told her that i'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;she asked:" Who are u?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied:" I'm ah lun ah!!! Singapore's ah lun... ur youngest daughter's son."&lt;br /&gt;She loved me lots...&lt;br /&gt;She asked again:" u had not come for a long long time."&lt;br /&gt;To that, I replied:" Got!! i just came late last year."&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to get up. I sensed that she wanna send me off at the gate, like usual. But she's so WEAK now!! i wun have the heart to see her do this.&lt;br /&gt;She insisted.&lt;br /&gt;I helped her up, sitting on her bed. Then to her wheel chair. bringing her to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;She said with a familiar sentence, one which i had heard whenever i go to her house. A very weak voice:" Go. Pray to guan yin pu sa. tell her u are going home. ask her to bao you u."&lt;br /&gt;i went on. I prayed not for me but for her to get well soon. i sincerely do.&lt;br /&gt;then she sat on her wheel chair, by the gate.&lt;br /&gt;i got onto the car.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the car moved off. she waved her hands gently, bidding me good byes. i held my tears. waving my hands too. The  scenario this year hadn't been the same as all the previous times.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that this will be my last time waving to her. i'm really afraid. I hope she'll live on. her health improving daily.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, I LOVE U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Life isn't great without those people u love around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8435443229857732667?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8435443229857732667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8435443229857732667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8435443229857732667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8435443229857732667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-with-my-grandma.html' title='CNY with my grandma...'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7919149233021730002</id><published>2008-01-31T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:51:13.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally another blog</title><content type='html'>Finally i find the time, or shd i say, erm.. pushed my laziness aside to blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started and thou i told myself that i shd revise my work on a daily basis, i'm not doing so!! lol.. and now? i have problems catching up with what was taught!! help!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a tiring day. lessons in the morning, followed by homework with my group mates( trevis, bernard and jerome). They are very helpful indeed! i'm like an idiot asking loads of questions with loads of question marks but they somehow still manages to teach me. Thereafter, i went for my ippt at maju. omg.. now i know the vast diff if i stop wokring out. i'll lose not only my muscles, being a stick! but also my stamina!!! just 2 months of no running and workouts, my timing has dropped to an alarming 11min 33 secs!!! and its been years since i ran more than 11 mins!! my jump has been unsuccessful either. lots of jump and i'm not crossing 230. lol.. and to think i'd been jumping at least 239 in the past. maybe that is due to my wearing off of my running shoe which has been serving me for like 3 years also.. lol.. and i saw 2 of my friends there too!! pure coincidence. one my sec sch junior and the other my NCC course mate. of course, i changed my shoe with one of their friends and manages a 234 jump. lol.. thats enough for me now, considering i had injured my back again in the earlier jump. wow!!! lastly, a basketball game with jeremy and wen at cck. and i'm dead super tired!! no more energy to do stunts and all the runnings are no longer of any standard for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back and knee is hurting now!!! but i promise to do my weekly runs and work out to keep my fitness level up again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!!! i'm starting to learn my japanese again after i got to know more japanese friends. we had outings like bbq and of course a eat out at geylang!! we had bak kut teh, you tiao da wang and hehe... bringing most of them to have my fav fruit!! DURIAN.. lol.. some love it thou but not one of the gal who's like so afraid to put that expensive stuff into her mouth!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's coming and it will be a lonely one for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Chinese New Year!!! u can send ang bao to my add thou. just send me a msg and i'll send u my add!!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: A LAZY man will only dream if he doesn't work hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7919149233021730002?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7919149233021730002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7919149233021730002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7919149233021730002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7919149233021730002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-another-blog.html' title='finally another blog'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-8821177593051600238</id><published>2007-12-29T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:53:11.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas and happy new year!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been weeks since i last blogged. I've been really really busy and tired recently. Busy with work and work and work...&lt;br /&gt;My reservist is great! Its been raining and raining and we only did a pool dive, a sea dive which jerome hit 50 bars b4 we can even reach our destination, thus having to abort dive after about 50 plus minutes, and a virtual dive- dry dive with 02 circulating in our body, while we are sitting down, due to the foul weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'd been 2 gatherings this month. One being the primary school gathering and the other being the secondary school one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the primary school gathering was held in a bungalow in some ulu place in pasir ris, and we had a decent turnout of around 15.. Had a good chat, laugh and talking about the past.. Algene being the only person to come to our gathering first time since leaving our ala mata. Was great to see 2 of my best buddies that i am blessed with, bringing their gf along. They seemed stable enough to last long and i feel really really happy and touched for them. Thou i would love to have a gf too. haha... But the scar of the last one seems to have been little too deep for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the case which i recently realised. Of course being a guy, my wound started healing, my heart started pounding faster when i saw someone whom i facied and think may be a girl whom i hope can last. but the thought of the process of efforts, money and time being invested in and in the end, getting a word, sorry.... is proving a little too much for me to having the determination to pursue the ideal relationship i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, lets get back to my gathering beore i continue.. hee... i had a bbq with my best pals at khatib reservoir on christmas eve. Again, i feel so happy for qf, my best pal whom i think i can never live without with. He's a guy whom i think i can share my woes with, a friend whom i had gone thru the ups and sowns in my life, of course taking into consideration my other great pal, zx. I was so happy to see the happiness he had with his gf. Lets hope that he would have a lasting and good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, a gathering with my sec sch mates at marche in vivo was great. thereafter, i had my first time to ai qin hai in marina square with them. the atmosphere there was so great that my heart goes along with the sentimental songs that the singers sing. It would be a great venue for couples to spend a nite at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i met some great gals. However, they are either too young or not in the same frequency as me. The toll of working a week of full shift in tampines, from 10 am to 1am or 2 am is taking my energy level down too. In vivo, i saw a gal who is only 16, but she possess the look of ou xuan, if not prettier, the kind of look i'd been looking for, her character is also so attractive. However, being just 16 and a little too materialistics, make me realise that well, i can only hope that i am 18 this year. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while working in tampines, i messaged pf, asking her for a meal as i am near the place she worked. i received no reply, neither did a message of wishing her merry christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question: Am i really that bad a friend? i treat people with sincerity, but sometimes they just do not get any returns. I feel so unwanted by friends sometimes. True, as my cousin once  told me that maybe i had been the center of attraction since young, the feeling of being left out now is something i have to adapt. Sometimes, i just wish to leave this place to go to another place, be it study or work. And i hope that this day will come soon. Just like another of my best pal, Danwin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry belated Christmas and Happy 2008 new year!!! (may santa give me a gift of happiness next year, letting me leaving the unhappy memories of 2007 behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Before you criticise someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticise them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-8821177593051600238?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/8821177593051600238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=8821177593051600238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8821177593051600238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/8821177593051600238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='merry christmas and happy new year!!!'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-9101230329993764471</id><published>2007-12-07T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T02:03:12.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the service after 9 months</title><content type='html'>So... the long waited reservist has finally arrvived and i'm now into the 5th day of that. Think this batch of reservist which comprises of just my batch alone is the most cok up. Only 10 of us!!!! lets see... 5 fit guys for diving, 1 medic diver, my buddy, who cannot dive coz he has not learned a thing or two abt cbc, 1 permernently unfit, who's going to be down graded soon and 3 temporary unfit for diving.. lol... and the best part? cbc needs a minimum of 8 divers to operate!! what to do?? msg poh got 3 guys from 26th batch to be involved in the diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been really good to us. Its been a raining season, however, not whole day but after we had proto up our sets.. the whole week has been just admin, wait, proto up, pool dive, wait, rain, wait, swim, trying to get a tan from the foul weather, book out.. lol... no night dives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It been a long time since i ran 2.4km, the last time being 2 months ago before my exams and before i injured myself. so, today, surprisingly i passed the 4 stations: pull up, sit up, standing board jump and shuttle run without much effort. With only the 2.4km, which i need to clock 9.14min to get a diver's gold for the $400, i ran my heart, body, shit out. 2 months of no training is really an obstacle for me not to get gold. by the second round, i'm out of stamina, i cannot run as fast as i can... in the end, i clocked 10.14min. an excess of 1 min!!! Just a case of so near yet so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley brought along his 1A curry puffs today for all of us. There's a lot of flavor to the curry puffs. That really surprises me. There are the sardines, curry, black pepper, corn, yam, durian... YES!!! durian!!! Its really delicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was so strong this morning and afternoon. Together with Qing Yang and QQ, we laid ourselves under the sun to bake for an hour and a half. Now, my whole face looks like the butt of a monkey!! so red... pain... dry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i received my results. I'm somehow dissapointed with the outcome. But i will strive harder for the next semester, cutting down the no of days that i will be working and increasing the amt of time i will be spending on the studies. I don't want to feel so dissappointed again. Hmm... i did not fail any of my modules by the way.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next wed, i will be ord-ing for the second time. 5 more cycles to go before ROD!!! Think its better to do the reservist now than later. Do it while we are fit, and finish the cycles fast so it won't disrupt my future career..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Winners will be hungry for more. Losers? they succumb to pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-9101230329993764471?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/9101230329993764471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=9101230329993764471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/9101230329993764471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/9101230329993764471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-in-service-after-9-months.html' title='Back in the service after 9 months'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-3928304302901904193</id><published>2007-11-20T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:22:14.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The transformation</title><content type='html'>Its been about 1 and a half week since my exams. I am starting to work again, working in the CBD area promoting a new fragrance from Aigner: Men2. It seems that the stuffs i had learned in school: Marketing, are getting useful in this occasion. The 4Ps which i deemed useless when studying seems so true now. The product is very good, the location is good but not the place we set up. Just trying to save that $3k for a cheaper location which is near to the one we did our promotion in june where there are more traffic flow, we lost lots of sales! A street directory blocking our view, the banner on top of us shows a very very big Bvlgari fragrance banner, all the shops on that stretch have not opened for the past few days and its near to the smoking area of the people working around there. The price isn't good, unlike the other time where there are special offers. So are the prmotion, so not innovative, using the same promotion tactic over and over again, getting not handsome models to give out leaflets for free vials, and the free gifts don't look attractive at all.. I'm so dissapointed by the launch of this fragrance. Felt that its not attracting enough attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next! I was so tired just now that i just laid on the sofa while watching the tv shows. Then this question came from the actress of the HK drama that set me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the drama, she was 2 timed and just broke up with her bf, whom she saw with another girl. So in her house, she was drinking with her friend, when she asked: " Where have all the good guys gone?" This just somehow set me thinking... All guys are good when they were young. Some probably mixed the bad company. This left us with lesser good guys. Then this lesser good guys slowly became bad guy when they were into countless heartbreaking relationships. Well, i'm not saying all guys are like that. But i just felt that when one falls deeply in love into a relationship and got hurt in the process, then proceed to another and got hurt again, and so on and so forth. There will come a time when he will decide... thats it! i will not take relationship seriously... Hmmm... perhaps thats how some guys become a player in relationships..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i'm so into the Korean drama, Zhu Meng!! lol... watch it!! its a very good show. I love the fightings and the love stories in it. The lady is so pretty and attractive... watch out for her... Zhao Xi Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Everyone in your life can be your best friend, but the ones that stick with you through the tough times are true friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-3928304302901904193?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3928304302901904193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=3928304302901904193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3928304302901904193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3928304302901904193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/11/transformation.html' title='The transformation'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-4831398603596070867</id><published>2007-11-08T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:20:17.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Awaits The Unprepared</title><content type='html'>omg.. in 6 hrs time, i'm leaving my house for school.. the last paper which i have been yearning for. However, now, i wish, hope that the last paper, marketing, will be postponed. I just cannot finish all the stuffs, needless to say, the past year papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pages of answers expected for a questions, thats really lots. haha... one of the question goes like this: what are the fundamentals between selling and marketing? haha.. how to write 2 pages? omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 2 papers are well prepared for, i think but i am totally not confident with the marketing after looking at the past year paper... please pray for me, i do not need all the best, nothing from me now to give the best. haha... maybe a good luck will do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Winners are Ordinary people with Extrodinary Enthusiasm and Spirit to WIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-4831398603596070867?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4831398603596070867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=4831398603596070867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4831398603596070867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4831398603596070867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/11/death-awaits-unprepared.html' title='Death Awaits The Unprepared'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1363210009439051658</id><published>2007-10-29T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:33:00.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day kept in my closet</title><content type='html'>i shall dedicate this blog to someone who's special to me..&lt;br /&gt;today... 30th Oct, is suppose to be a special day to me. A day when 2 years ago, i found my happiness.  Her name? lets call her PIG...&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, i got this name: Nerd and her? PIG.. Not that she's fat, but dunno somehow, this name just came out... for me? coz i look nerdy at that point of time i think.&lt;br /&gt;We were together for one and  a half years. She sings very well but she doesn't have confidence in herself. She's always there for her mum..&lt;br /&gt;I thought i will not find someone that can capture my heart again after LS. But Pig did. It seems that every outing of ours seem to be fun and laughters. Non stop laughters. She accompanied me throughout my NS life.&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of romantic moments and even signals of our own. haha... she's such a joy to be with...&lt;br /&gt;Places become meaningful to us... suntec, marina square, vivo, fun fest, changi airport, etc...&lt;br /&gt;suppers, looking for gd and nice food seems like a routine to us....&lt;br /&gt;The future i love to look to. the 2nd year anniversary gift is also being prepared early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, thou the gift is prepared i can't give her. may isn't a gd month. Neither is 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now holding and keeping the gift. a memoire that i will keep, the experience and moments that i will keep, the pictures and her lovely voice i will keep. All in my little closet which beat every single second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Pain is weakness leaving the body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-1363210009439051658?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1363210009439051658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1363210009439051658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1363210009439051658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1363210009439051658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-kept-in-my-closet.html' title='A day kept in my closet'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-3215471437648394912</id><published>2007-10-22T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:03:06.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>socialable = playboy?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... wonder why that people always perceive me as playboy when i think i am not. Neither am i a flirt. Maybe its my character that people think i am one. Hmmm.... well... i think i am a traditional guy who values sentiment and relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Had been attracting the wrong people recently thou. lol... malays, japanese, other races.. (not trying to be racist), gays... haha... i look gay.... lol... to some people... haha.. i am not!! lol... i am myself!&lt;br /&gt;Went for a haircut at Bugis Chapter 2 today.. Talk rubbish with my hair stylist, Jess, again... lol... always talk cock when i went there... lol... OKie... back to my hair, i just tell her... i'll be ur guine pig. cut what hair style u want and the outcome? rather satisfied with the new hair style.. haha... with a fish bone cut on my right side.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;i'm mad, insane, retarded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: The secret of persuasion is to induce the person to persuade himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-3215471437648394912?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3215471437648394912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=3215471437648394912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3215471437648394912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3215471437648394912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/10/socialable-playboy.html' title='socialable = playboy?'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-1037926497910437149</id><published>2007-10-21T04:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T04:21:23.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Tense = Present Tense?</title><content type='html'>Exams are coming starting from this thurs, but i've been working for the past few days. With 13 chapters to go, i only studied 5. haha...&lt;br /&gt;I went to Teck Ghee CC with the intention to study, and i did, taking breaks in between chapters. I strolled around the little 'town', something which i'd been doing so since my days in secondary school( Same as now, study at the study room, which has an extremely good environment). Part of the CC is undergoing renovation but the rest are still intact. Memories of the past just keep flowing back, thou i had put them all behind. From the days LS and me to the days when i am in Poly. These are the memories that are just intact with me, hiding in a corner of my memories. The Hermes launch uniform she wore, the Ang Mo supermarket, the arket where i used to hang out often in secondary schools with my buddies, Shirdeen and Daryl, the basketball court where i used to play on whenever i study there...&lt;br /&gt;After the study, i took a walk along the stretch of route which i used to frequent in the past. The feelings are strong, the place so familiar but the environment has changed. This has made me to wonder: Time really passes just like a finger snap. What happens a few years back are just like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i bought a table from IKEA sometime in june this year, but there are creacks on the top and the stand!! omg... its not cheap... i was so angry i called to complained on tuesday and they said they will get back to me soon! Today??? Its sunday!!! and no news from them... What an international store for furnitures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for my exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Pain is weakness leaving the body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-1037926497910437149?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/1037926497910437149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=1037926497910437149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1037926497910437149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/1037926497910437149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/10/past-tense-present-tense.html' title='Past Tense = Present Tense?'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-3649314453282423702</id><published>2007-10-14T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:35:00.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Action = Thinking = End Result</title><content type='html'>Recalling a time when Atlas held the sky and Neptune ruled the seas; All boats rise on rippling shoulders of the human tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this sentence while reading my monthly megazine( I forgot which one thou). Some may not understand what this sentence means but it do mean a lot to me and those who have gone thru the gruelling course in my 2 years of National Service. The thought of long stretch of boats, 17 to be exact, of 100 over tough men, with 6 to 8 in each team and the boat on the top of their head, just motivates me sometimes when i think i just cannot tolerate the tough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been just lots of downs this year, from relationship to work to studies. I received my grades for my tests. its been a horror to me. I aimed for high distinctions at the start of the course but what i got instead are credits and a fail!! Its been hard for me to swallow the fail! Thou i felt its a mistake that the markers made, and i sent an appeal letter to recheck the paper, what i got back instead is the decision is final. I think i have no choice but to accept the factl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been very bad recently. Ever since i did the promotion at Hereen, my sales has been dipping, and they are diping sharply! From more than 2k a month to less than 1k. What a vast difference. Maybe the burnden of having to work is starting to take a toll on me studies. The Fact that i have to work 4 days in the last month to 3 days now seems a little more comfortable but i think maybe 2 days a week will be good. What goes up will also result in what goes down. Hmmm... Econs put to good use? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day today. I was expecting very good sales from this Prada launch. But it seems that the new RME is still new, thou she worked in Bioterm before. Everywhere is good but the place she placed me sucks to the core. YES!! there's traffic flow, but the place i am in just have a stand that is so small that i think there's no use of putting a manpower there. And to think that she put someone like me there and a new gal at the counter?? Well... i'm more like a guy employed to give blotter cards and be an info counter to tell pp where the lift is and where the toilet is than to do what i am good at: Talk and do sales! Good thing the last 30 mins, Carmen pulled me out to the promotion area and at least i did at least sold one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are nearing.. 25th of this month.. i'll make up for what's lost in the tests. No more fail for me! I will get distinctions at least... We'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Life is drawings without erasers.&lt;br /&gt;              I don't jump HIGH, i FLY low!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-3649314453282423702?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/3649314453282423702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=3649314453282423702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3649314453282423702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/3649314453282423702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/10/action-thinking-end-result.html' title='Action = Thinking = End Result'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-9158676147994901343</id><published>2007-09-24T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:23:41.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing, Hoping, Waiting</title><content type='html'>well... a dull, stressful week for me. Addicted to game again. This time, its heroes of might and magic 5. Maybe thats a gd thing. It takes me off my mind for that few hours every day. Not thinking of those troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Was walking in takashimaya when i decided to go for a round in the atium where there is a mook cake fare. Lots of moon cakes. So i decided to try around the stalls, when i suddenly decide to get a D24 durian snow skin moon cake from Home's favorite. The moon cake was fabulous. Definitely worth the Money. But, its not for me. Just thought of getting it for a very good friend of mine. I won't spend that kind of money on me.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;Recently, for the past 2 months, my sales had dipped alarmingly to 1 bill a day. Therefore, my pay is affected too.. Was glad that during the weekend recently, i had some gd decent luck to get more.. hee...&lt;br /&gt;i think i believe in others too easily. Maybe, it can be said as both good and bad. haiz... really dunno what to do... guess thats just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Life is a choice. Success is not an accident!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-9158676147994901343?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/9158676147994901343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=9158676147994901343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/9158676147994901343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/9158676147994901343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/09/wishing-hoping-waiting.html' title='Wishing, Hoping, Waiting'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6261535121933733227</id><published>2007-09-11T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T03:36:49.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition</title><content type='html'>Last night, i came to know about the definition of a phrase. 'What The F**k'.. Well... i shall not reveal how i come across this with my own meaning but somehow, after discussion with my very very good soul mate, we came out with the definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. WTF: Speechless; Clueless; Upset; Disappointed; Tu Lan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With special thanks to Chloe who had kept me spiritually accomapanied, comforting me.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... so.. my tests this week.. econs is disastrious, knowing that i wrote all my answers on the answer paper, i cannot submit. but i still have 35mins. so while waiting, i double checked all my answers. Dunno why my hands are so itchy, i went on to change about 5 of them, only to find out later after the test that they are the correct answer. Worse still, this test is 30% of the mudule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml will be my Accounting test.. Have not yet started my studying coz just found out today that the book i boorowed from my friend was not the one!! so, i have to make my way to school to but a new book, costing $50.85!!! wa lau... and i'm going to use this book for only 2 more months!! what a waste of money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its glad to know that people around u, thou, have not contacted for so long, still care for u. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Found this on an advertisement... rather relevant...&lt;br /&gt;              Its not about picking hair after bath. Its about not having them anymore. Dun live to           regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6261535121933733227?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6261535121933733227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6261535121933733227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6261535121933733227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6261535121933733227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/09/definition.html' title='Definition'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-133495040084726432</id><published>2007-09-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:09:08.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday 2007</title><content type='html'>this year 24 yrs old le... getting older.. feel that life is no longer as energetic and lively as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday this year, it seems that its the same as how the year has gone... lousy, disappointing. I missed my birthday last year, having PF celebrating for me, giving me surprises. I missed being romantic.. So what if there is someone who erm... is with you, even thou she's not ur gf... haha... its just as disapppointing. Cannot even make time for me.. Even my best friends cannot meet up with me this sunday for a meal.. and some more, i told them last month and they said confirm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i spend my day studying in the morning, followed by project discussion.. oh ya... a million thanks to Jie Hua and Jerome. They bought me a slice of cake and a bottle of 7Up.. So nice of them even thou we dun noe each other well enough. Thereafter, met Andy and leon, spending and slacking my time with them.. and... even they forgot my birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, went for my work and had lunch alone... however, there's this lovely gal, Chloe, who made my day... she met me after my work.. its been a while since we met up.. she brought me to a place.. so romantic.. haha... like i say, i'd not been romentic for so long... and she gave me my present!!! a cake baked by her... for a moment, i was really touched.. its been sometime since i felt the feminine side of a gal... i lost faith in them for months.. i was depressed.. but the world just light up for that 3 or 4 hours... a million and million thanks to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just sat there and talk but its not like b4... it seems i'd been duller.. not so crappy.. i wanna to... Chloe agreed. she said i had matured... haha... did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really missed those days when i was crappy... i can just be happy go lucky kind.. but it seems the events this year somehow changed me.. some people says i'm geeting to the feminine side... i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am DEPRESSED!!! Life is such a troublesome one... why cant a person be happy and not sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: A happy go lucky guy may seems happy on the exterior but he may have more troubles than any other guy on the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-133495040084726432?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/133495040084726432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=133495040084726432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/133495040084726432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/133495040084726432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-2007.html' title='Birthday 2007'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-5859407353803754225</id><published>2007-09-04T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:43:39.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..</title><content type='html'>okie... 3 more months to my reservist. Ijust went for medical checkup last thursday. The route to the camp, the walking, is just so familiar.. maybe i missed the feeling of those NS days. Well, for the medical checkup, its the fist time ever that i passed the 'blowjob', first time ever to get the force above 80(mine is 84!)... lol... where in the past, my highest is at 78. haha.... the needles again is my most feared tool there...  and... my eye sight has detoriated again from 6/6 to 6/9.. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Ipoh this morning. The bus ride back to Singapore was fantastic! the Grassland coach was just so superb, no complains... the only one being no stopping for us to pee... and its the first time ever i had such a full bladder of urine in me... maybe more than 100%? haha.. i even attepted to release the urine into the bottle of water they gave me.. only to realise that the hole was too small.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did lots of shoppig there in Ipoh. Was in the Proton car, which was super old, that had an accident with a mazda.. and the proton car war just so durable with no big damage but the back bumper of that mazda was unlucky thou.. my friend had to pay rm300 to that indian guy..\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. my feeling for now is that i feel so cheated, not by the ipoh trip.. but something else.. haiz... i hate people who lies... so moody the whole day... feel like having a game of freedom(basketball) but andy is sick... so i slept almost the whole day... only to be constantly woken up by a phone call from a company called 'ya tai' something.. saying that i won the 2nd prize in their lucky draw in their exhition recently. the amt? 200k.. haha... was so happy at first only to realise later that i have to pay 1800 for admin in advance... there are so many reports on hoax and cheating recently. and i think i will forgo that prize.. better not to take any risk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: 有时候分开不是不爱而是太爱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-5859407353803754225?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/5859407353803754225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=5859407353803754225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5859407353803754225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/5859407353803754225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/09/update.html' title='Update..'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-4862876988227673771</id><published>2007-08-25T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:38:12.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$ knows how to fly!!</title><content type='html'>Well... It seems that i just received my pay and within a week, 500 bucks seem to dissappear from my bank.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;my working shoes, the SAF provided no. 3 boots, seem to become a crocodile, splitting up on the left leg. I had no choice today but to buy a new shoe for myself. So, off i went to tangs level 3 to get a choe with agnes. Anyway, i'd been there to look for shoes for a no of times but none can capture my attention. However, i am just plain tired of wearing that spoiled shoe. With a heavy heart, i swiped my card on the nets machine and there goes my $121.60(Even thou there's a sales in tangs offerin 20% discount).&lt;br /&gt;Been spending quite a lot on cabs recently.Oh my god... somemore its midnight!!! haiz... Guess for every good thing to come by, there must be a sacrifice...&lt;br /&gt;Just went for Andrew's birthday party, forgoing the SIM's bash at power house.... The party was like a small reunion for the guys who went thru the 2 years with me in NDU. Some how, i missed those days when we were together in the camp, thou at that time, i hate the 2 years... Guess when one loses something that is close to him, then only he will learn how to treasure. Okie.. back to the party... It was a fun one thou.. with Andrew singing(he's a great singer) and Clearence playing the piano. Then the dunking of pp into the pool and residents complaining... well.. it seems that we couldn't care any lesser.. haha&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i'm starting to miss her more... missed those wonderful days... Maybe, like what Debbie says, i am indecisive, at times a little too gu niang, with my answers always in between yes and no...&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that i will change. Change to be a more decisive person. To be what i used to be.. A more confident guy. Just give me more time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm: Tough time don't LAST. TOUGH MAN DO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-4862876988227673771?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/4862876988227673771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=4862876988227673771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4862876988227673771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/4862876988227673771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/08/knows-how-to-fly.html' title='$ knows how to fly!!'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-6991406042469306443</id><published>2007-08-21T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:37:59.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>well...&lt;br /&gt;why is it that one can hurt the other and not the other way round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, one doesn't know that he/she has hurt the other guy with what he/she said... but when its the other way round, they would just tell u straight off...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just don't mean to hurt a person with what i say, with me trying to console and care... but to them, its just hurt... but they just keep on hurting u and u just cannot retaliate back as they are ur love ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so much effort had been put in, the efforts are just like being wasted... people i had loved can just dismissed whatever efforts put in with a word or two... Sometimes i just feel that if in a relationship, no effort is being put in and it can work out, how wonderful it will be. And it cannot be also just a one sided effort with the other party expecting the guy to give in to all.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, there is a limit to even the most patient man in the world. i will put it as a balloon. if u keep blowing air into a balloon and the amt of air coming out is not fast enough (input of air is more the output), the balloon will explode. So, for all the people out there... pls be more considerate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting more and more difficult. Money is an issue, studies are also one and work!!! its difficult to balance all these 3 in 24 hours unless one forgo his sleep. In the perfect ideal world, just study and have money will be the best situation. But  i am not like any rich guy out there where i can but a cosmetics, take cab everyday, buying meals all the time. I dun have a rich family but a modest one. My bank is not a money tree where they grow like $1000 interest a day. they will deplete too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can be in a life just like in poly or secondary school where i can just enjoy an hour or 2 of a basketball game, have plenty of time on projects and studies and be as friendly liek what i used to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has definitely change as one gets older and living on the edge whereby he's nearing the career era....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WL - The most beautiful history of a person is not only the pictures that one has but the vivid playback of memories that one has gone thru, for no other tools or things will have as much emotions as the latter can give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-6991406042469306443?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/6991406042469306443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=6991406042469306443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6991406042469306443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/6991406042469306443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/08/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461498278506297571.post-7584738726226435333</id><published>2007-08-17T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:27:39.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>well...&lt;br /&gt;i am well into my first blog...&lt;br /&gt;School has started for me for 2 weeks and i am starting to feel the pressure of doing well for my relevant subjects.. i've 3 modules in total, 3 hours, 3 days a week... and it cost a bomb for each lecture!!! roughly abt 200 bucks for each!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to tire myself out too... with me having to work when not studying... tts practically no rest days... i wanna study on my off day but i am just too tired. really dun wanna work and enjoy my life but who will support me?? no one except myself!!&lt;br /&gt;Been like a third party for some time... feel so lousy for the past 1 month past pr so... haiz... sometimes, i just hate to be a guy... so troublesome... haha....&lt;br /&gt;erm... thats all for my first blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WL : The secret to persuasion is to induce the person to persuade himself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/461498278506297571-7584738726226435333?l=charmalogy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/feeds/7584738726226435333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=461498278506297571&amp;postID=7584738726226435333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7584738726226435333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/461498278506297571/posts/default/7584738726226435333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmalogy.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>Lun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03633042399521545226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZuy24uorRs/SKspMC7lF0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/z1n3z3Ifsnk/S220/05112007-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
