<?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-7428306</id><updated>2012-01-31T18:56:22.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts... &amp; stuff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-8350433093918570615</id><published>2010-04-17T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:21:56.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I was told that it is good that I jot down journal notes each time the Lord speaks so I can remember clearly in future that that was the moment when I felt His presence. That He is so real, that I can remind myself that He is always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past one week (and time really flies this week, when you are focusing), the heart is truely at peace and waiting for more nuture to come. I was driving to work on a Tues morning, listening to Darlene Zschech's "Shout To The Lord" when the tears came rolling down. Imagine on the highway, traveling at 70 km/hour on a weekday morning, heading towards office, with the heart feeling a sense of gratitude for the perseverance that was given to me. Thanking Him that He has given me the faith again for choosing to believe in Him once again, I was crying on the outside and smiling in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God for preserving me" - I recalled the words spoken by Suzanne Sing in her testimony. This is exactly what I'm feeling right now. "Back sliding and sliding back into God" - so amazing is this power of love I feel I am back to when I first received this love 7 years ago. And this time, it feels more real than before, having gone through the deception; betrayal; denial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the rain. Tonight is gonna be a good night sleep for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-8350433093918570615?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/8350433093918570615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=8350433093918570615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8350433093918570615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8350433093918570615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-so-i-was-told-that-it-is-good-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-3412013231369535335</id><published>2010-04-11T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:19:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>Once there was a woman who was driving continuously in seek of the final destination. Though she does not know when and where that will be, she knows that the route has been planned and she just needs to carry on driving cautiously until that day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, she meets up with other drivers who drive along with her, sharing stories of the route to final destination, how exciting it will be when that day arrives. They constantly remind her that though this is going to be a long and not easy route, the journey does come with surprises along the way – good ones; bad ones but as long as she continues to drive down the route bearing in mind what has been planned for her good will, she should persevere and emerge as the final victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, along the way, she falls into pits at times and struggles to get out, with severe injuries. Sometimes she runs into roadblocks, and receives several summons. At times, she prefers to drive into one corner and shields herself from the rest of the drivers thinking that a rest is something that she needs to remind herself whether she should be heading towards the right directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several pitfalls and constant resting, she reaches a station and meets a passenger, who, seemingly, is in search of the same final destination as her. They talk about their stories of the past, their expectations of the journey and of the final destination. The woman is glad that she meets someone who is having the same vision as her, and is able to help her crystallize and plan her route well so she will not get caught driving against the rules. They agree to accelerate at moderate speed, and constantly remind each other to watch out for the speedometer when gears are shifted higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after the journey starts, the passenger tells the woman of a separate diversion course and needs to get off. Though the woman is not prepared for this, she knows that she should accept the decision and says goodbye to the passenger. She thanks the passenger for sharing stories with her and hopes that the passenger continues to watch out for signs so as not to miss the final destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story, at first glance, does not seem to have a happy ending. But the woman is happy that she has met this passenger who has helped her define her directions in life. She thanks her Father who has been constantly watching out for her so she does not get panic attacks if she suddenly loses her directions or reaches a dead end. And so, she shall continue to drive on, hoping some day, another passenger comes along who will bring her to the final destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-3412013231369535335?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/3412013231369535335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=3412013231369535335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3412013231369535335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3412013231369535335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2010/04/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5668522111973256629</id><published>2009-03-05T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:40:01.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Sa_VhMoHvPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ExPbz9wKGfE/s1600-h/25022009146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309697251995008242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Sa_VhMoHvPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ExPbz9wKGfE/s320/25022009146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The journey by car from Jurong West to Changi was long. We took 1 hour and 10 mins to reach our destination and on our way saw this beautiful sight and couldn't help myself to grab my phone to capture this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone told me to drive towards the end of the rainbow and I might find my pot of gold there. Is there really one there? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-5668522111973256629?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5668522111973256629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5668522111973256629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5668522111973256629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5668522111973256629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-saw-this.html' title='I saw this'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Sa_VhMoHvPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ExPbz9wKGfE/s72-c/25022009146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-7518880093517115382</id><published>2009-01-21T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:08:25.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dad…</title><content type='html'>Or Papa, just like what we used to call you. Just thought of writing to you, wherever you are, even though you may not understand half the things here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month marks the 8th year which you had departed from us and we had all grown. The three of us are adults now, and Mama has become an Auntie who spends most of her time at home and probably half of her time in the coffee shops, catching up with her Auntie Frens (AFs). BTW, she has achieved her senior status 2 years ago, when CPF Board granted her the eligibility to cash out her CPF. Other than that, I have changed quite a no. of jobs in between but pretty much stable now with the current one. And no, you have not been promoted to Grandpa yet… We are still enjoying our single-hood very much : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have done something proud though. This year CNY, we have two cars to bring us around 'cos Meimei and me have bought the same cars in our National flag colors. We are traveling out more often for meals and are frequenting the Tiong Bahru coffee shop porridge place (it's called 阿昌by the way) almost once a week. The business there has expanded over the years with two other branches opened in Geylang and Toa Payoh. There are more helpers now so we don’t really have to wait long for the food. But anyway, we always call to order first. The porridge still tastes good as ever but we find the Yu Sheng a little too expensive now for its quantity. Nevertheless, the place has also brought back fond memories of eating with you years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is round the corner. Remember we had this picture taken back in 1999 at one of the cousin's place during CNY? It will always be the best family photo taken thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SXc4J4h0tlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1Q57LgADHqs/s1600-h/My+family~2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293761629441537618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SXc4J4h0tlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1Q57LgADHqs/s320/My+family~2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile when you see this, wherever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-7518880093517115382?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/7518880093517115382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=7518880093517115382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7518880093517115382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7518880093517115382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-dad.html' title='Hello Dad…'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SXc4J4h0tlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1Q57LgADHqs/s72-c/My+family~2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-4815832898554024963</id><published>2009-01-05T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:41:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Niu Year with strange sights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SWIm6lUwqoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/du5jCcxQIJc/s1600-h/31122008123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287831700379839106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SWIm6lUwqoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/du5jCcxQIJc/s320/31122008123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SWIk8S6TSRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZZDcbssSjzk/s1600-h/31122008122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287829530773506322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SWIk8S6TSRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZZDcbssSjzk/s320/31122008122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From a different angle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SWIpuGroYNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fR_5DUb5J18/s1600-h/30122008044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287834784530718930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SWIpuGroYNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fR_5DUb5J18/s320/30122008044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moi trying to act cute :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-4815832898554024963?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/4815832898554024963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=4815832898554024963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4815832898554024963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4815832898554024963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-of-niu-year-with-strange-sights.html' title='Start of Niu Year with strange sights'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SWIm6lUwqoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/du5jCcxQIJc/s72-c/31122008123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-2285491096738567521</id><published>2008-12-16T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:01:37.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am full of grievances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the Management. In view of the coming festive period, we are getting paid early this month. They are kind enough to let us have our AWS too. But early pay day means early cut off for everything else including allowances and commission. Alas, the relevant department couldn’t make it in time to calculate the commission. Means we, the people who bring in the revenue to the company, are not getting paid our commission this month. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the Machine folks. Can’t they just get the bl$%dy contracts signed and move on to implementation? Poor me has been chasing for contract every single day with the fear that we can’t make it in time for the January live run. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today. I hit the kerb while making a U-turn. Thankfully there was no scratch no nothing. But that hit was embarrassing. Yes. It was. Darn. That U-turn was not even considered a challenging one but yucks I had to make that stupid blunder... It must be the flu. First it was the seemingly burnt sensation in the throat on Sat night. Then the fever. Then the headache. Then the cough. Now the runny nose. What’s the problem with the medicine?? Isn’t it supposed to treat the flu?? #$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is supposed to be a happy month. Why am I feeling so blue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-2285491096738567521?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/2285491096738567521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=2285491096738567521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2285491096738567521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2285491096738567521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-full-of-grievances.html' title=''/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-64182205204738721</id><published>2008-11-15T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:57:16.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 shocking news in a day</title><content type='html'>And both of them relate to the deaths of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my ex colleagues, whom I remember is a young, fit and bubbly lady had passed on due to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is this, whom I feel has a better singing vocal than the champion in the same singing competition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hykGqKumWCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hykGqKumWCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say, while some are inspiring to lead a fruitful life, others are ending it without regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile yet beautiful in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-64182205204738721?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/64182205204738721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=64182205204738721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/64182205204738721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/64182205204738721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-shocking-news-in-day.html' title='2 shocking news in a day'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5933141298977114699</id><published>2008-10-16T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:43:49.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How high is your cholesterol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SPcn9QzrXRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mGvRvodz4q4/s1600-h/16102008092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715023415565586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SPcn9QzrXRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mGvRvodz4q4/s320/16102008092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been eating too much good food.. Thought I had better get mine checked. Results: Good. Total reading within the acceptable range, though my HDL is a little on the low side. But still overall, it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SPcnyuC6SgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2SvCyv1ep94/s1600-h/16102008093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257714842285525506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SPcnyuC6SgI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2SvCyv1ep94/s320/16102008093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reading from last year. See, it went down from 229 to 171. My mama said it could possibly be due to my salsa classes. I got exercise OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-5933141298977114699?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5933141298977114699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5933141298977114699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5933141298977114699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5933141298977114699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-high-is-your-cholesterol.html' title='How high is your cholesterol?'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SPcn9QzrXRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mGvRvodz4q4/s72-c/16102008092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-3099675673464548980</id><published>2008-10-02T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:07:56.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Happenings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SOTUaQxs-DI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5l0nqOYXfH0/s1600-h/26092008078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252556613065963570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SOTUaQxs-DI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5l0nqOYXfH0/s320/26092008078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SOTUG-czDmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Tu5HGVVc_Ok/s1600-h/30092008080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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&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;Probably Lewis Hamilton waving inside his racer during the F1 practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SOTUVwv8hqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zfpSCczJ1AI/s1600-h/26092008079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252556535749183138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SOTUVwv8hqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zfpSCczJ1AI/s320/26092008079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SOTUVwv8hqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zfpSCczJ1AI/s1600-h/26092008079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;Then again.. It could be Felipe Massa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SOTUPyrjXUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4TzwFI2Juuo/s1600-h/30092008080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252556433188412738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SOTUPyrjXUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4TzwFI2Juuo/s320/30092008080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;But nothing beats more than making a one-color MJ with a self-pick "2 bamboo kalong" plus additional 3 animals!&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/7428306-3099675673464548980?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/3099675673464548980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=3099675673464548980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3099675673464548980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3099675673464548980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/10/latest-happenings.html' title='Latest Happenings!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SOTUaQxs-DI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5l0nqOYXfH0/s72-c/26092008078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-9084850440178843896</id><published>2008-06-23T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:01:59.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1x6FzK-JHE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V1x6FzK-JHE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-9084850440178843896?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/9084850440178843896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=9084850440178843896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/9084850440178843896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/9084850440178843896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have A Dream'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-7660714723205556614</id><published>2008-06-02T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:44:01.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm listening to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i2WHkDPdJIs&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/i2WHkDPdJIs&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;Not 'cos of the little boy (he's grown since the making of the original MV) but 'cos of Jam Xiao. Listen to his vocals (from 1:32 onwards). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam rocks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-7660714723205556614?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/7660714723205556614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=7660714723205556614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7660714723205556614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7660714723205556614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-listening-to.html' title='I&apos;m listening to...'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-6810401515821598773</id><published>2008-05-10T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:39:55.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi International Rules of MJ</title><content type='html'>The following consensus should be reached before committing to a MJ (Mahjong) game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Number of games (known as rounds)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: This is regardless of the length of time spent on the table. Generally, one round will take about 2-2.5 hours, so two rounds should be a good estimate to start off with. If the players are hard up for a) winning more b) recuperating the loss c) spending more time with the company of other players d) passing off time since there is nothing else to do anyway, the game may extend to the third round if all players come to a mutual agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the number one golden rule as it does have implications such as time management (i.e. should any one player needs to leave early).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Stakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, all 4 players should come to a mutual agreement on the maximum and minimum stakes. Seemingly, this may have a correlation with Rule No. 1. If the intention is to play more games, it is advisable that the stakes be kept at moderate rate to avoid extreme losses. Unless, of course, if all players are financially stable enough to afford higher stakes and are out to play for a living . Otherwise, "friendliness" is the key to the game of MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) House rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some rules of winning should be clarified before the start of the game. This is especially so if players are playing with one another for the very first time. The idea behind this rule is to avoid discrepencies &amp;amp;/or disagreement in times of winning when individuals have different interpretations towards the winning hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other general rules could be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Play with people you know. Obviously, there are opportunities to chat on common topics and it would not just be game where you only hear your own breathing and the tiles on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) Be politically polite if you are playing with people you do not know &amp;amp;/or not familiar with. This is in the instance if you can't meet Rule No. i) above. You wouldn't want to step on these people's toes especially if you are playing with them for the first time. Who knows, it could be your last game with these player(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) Try to be entertaining. This is to liven up the atmosphere, especially during tense moments like someone calling for card with a potential winning hand of maximum stakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) Engage in small talks - if there is a need to. And provided you are good at it. This means no corny jokes; unnecessary/irrelevant remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) Be sensitive towards other players if they are losing money. Again, the key word - "friendly".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-6810401515821598773?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/6810401515821598773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=6810401515821598773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6810401515821598773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6810401515821598773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/05/moi-international-rules-of-mj.html' title='Moi International Rules of MJ'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-18003936676028329</id><published>2008-05-02T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:09:27.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>祝我生日快乐</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQy3pwYwvg8&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/sQy3pwYwvg8&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/7428306-18003936676028329?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/18003936676028329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=18003936676028329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/18003936676028329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/18003936676028329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='祝我生日快乐'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-1482286806216949475</id><published>2008-04-24T23:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:40:18.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SBCoJaAl6AI/AAAAAAAAAOo/79oZEVRu-l4/s1600-h/24042008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192835249912276994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SBCoJaAl6AI/AAAAAAAAAOo/79oZEVRu-l4/s320/24042008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play - without thinking much (except to hit the balls of the same color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SBCoBKAl5_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/GjzMwUCMdl4/s1600-h/24042008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192835108178356210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SBCoBKAl5_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/GjzMwUCMdl4/s320/24042008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read - learn to respect (and accept) the differences between men and women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SBCn26Al5-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/UP7q3XOsaWA/s1600-h/23042008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192834932084697058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SBCn26Al5-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/UP7q3XOsaWA/s320/23042008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate, swing, hit and watch the ball fly - great workout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus occasional drinks and perpectual work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-1482286806216949475?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/1482286806216949475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=1482286806216949475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1482286806216949475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1482286806216949475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SBCoJaAl6AI/AAAAAAAAAOo/79oZEVRu-l4/s72-c/24042008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-7935166564591985950</id><published>2008-04-20T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:23:19.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The emptiness started to kick in right from the start I opened my eyes this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days, the mind has been commanding the heart that the lost is just a temporal one. Time and company of friends are the only two forms of medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, amazingly, the urge was so strong I was suddenly afraid that I may just not be able to take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left the house for some fresh air, thinking that it could perhaps put me in some sane stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was better for a while, though the memories still remain in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWOtul3Lsu8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWOtul3Lsu8&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/7428306-7935166564591985950?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/7935166564591985950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=7935166564591985950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7935166564591985950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7935166564591985950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/emptiness-has-started-to-kick-in-right.html' title=''/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-454025548912535915</id><published>2008-04-17T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:22:30.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave versus wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I googled on John Gray's &lt;em&gt;Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus&lt;/em&gt; the other day and chanced upon this analysis. I can't agree more. I reflected upon this and appreciate the fact that men and women are indeed structured differently just so they can complement each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another major point of Gray's books are the differences in the way they react under stress. He believes that many men withdraw until they find a solution to the problem. He refers to this as "retreating into their cave." In some cases they may literally retreat, for example, to the garage or spend time with friends. The point of retreating is to take time to determine a solution. What is known is that men in their caves are not necessarily focused on the problem at hand, many times this is a "time-out" of sorts to allow then to distance themselves from the problems so their brains can focus on something else. This allows them to revisit the problem later with a fresh perspective. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has historically been hard for women to understand because when they are stressed their natural reaction is to talk about issues in order to find a solution. This leads to a natural dynamic of the man retreating as the woman tries to grow closer. This becomes a major source of conflict between any man and woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wave is a natural cycle for women that is centered around their abilities to give to other people. When they feel full of love and energy to give to others their wave is in a stable place. As they give to others (and don't receive the same amount of love and attention given to them in return) their wave begins to grow until it eventually crashes. This is a time when a women feels she has nothing else to give to those in her life and she needs the love of those around her (including self love) to help come out of this dark place. Once she is rejuvenated (by getting the support she needs) she is able to pop out of this dark place and once again has love and energy to give.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As one reviewer put it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When men go into their cave, they are actually going through a phase of their relationship with a woman, when they want to be left alone. Any woman who has pondered why a boyfriend is not emailing/calling/messaging/meeting her will know what it feels like to be shut out of the cave. Women and 'the wave' is a concept which means that women go through periodic phases when they are unable to keep up their spirits without help and assistance from understanding men. At such times, 'the wave' crashes, and it needs to be given love and reassurance to rise up again with its usual confidence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;From: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marsvenus.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.marsvenus.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-454025548912535915?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/454025548912535915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=454025548912535915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/454025548912535915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/454025548912535915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/cave-versus-wave.html' title='Cave versus wave'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-7484988874601745092</id><published>2008-04-16T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:25:13.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果能让我重新再来一次。。。我希望我不曾出现在你的生命里</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrMBhPhMnF8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrMBhPhMnF8&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;哪里有彩虹告诉我&lt;br /&gt;能不能把我的愿望还给我&lt;br /&gt;为什么天这么安静&lt;br /&gt;所有的云都跑到我这里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有口罩一个给我&lt;br /&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了&lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑 我怎么睡得着&lt;br /&gt;你的声音这么近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳还是会绕&lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要离开 我知道很简单&lt;br /&gt;你说依赖 是我们的阻碍&lt;br /&gt;就算放开 但能不能别没收我的爱&lt;br /&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周杰伦 - 彩虹&lt;br /&gt;作曲:周杰伦 作词:周杰伦&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-7484988874601745092?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/7484988874601745092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=7484988874601745092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7484988874601745092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7484988874601745092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_16.html' title='如果能让我重新再来一次。。。我希望我不曾出现在你的生命里'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-869188114573979056</id><published>2008-04-14T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:28:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this</title><content type='html'>One of those romantic comedies that come with quick, witty liners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.definitelymaybemovie.com/"&gt;http://www.definitelymaybemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, compared to the last romance film I watched - P.S I Love You - the tears came only at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Adam Brooks. He's the genius script writer behind the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-869188114573979056?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/869188114573979056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=869188114573979056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/869188114573979056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/869188114573979056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/watch-this.html' title='Watch this'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-6931354795398744065</id><published>2008-04-13T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:11:02.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SAIwYsg9x_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xxWeYoGnDPw/s1600-h/Soho+Signature+Small+Hobo+10599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188762921508653042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SAIwYsg9x_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xxWeYoGnDPw/s320/Soho+Signature+Small+Hobo+10599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SAIwPMg9x-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/TT5pTg0n_t8/s1600-h/Soho+Signature+Small+Flap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188762758299895778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SAIwPMg9x-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/TT5pTg0n_t8/s320/Soho+Signature+Small+Flap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-6931354795398744065?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/6931354795398744065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=6931354795398744065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6931354795398744065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6931354795398744065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/which-one.html' title='Which one?'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/SAIwYsg9x_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xxWeYoGnDPw/s72-c/Soho+Signature+Small+Hobo+10599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-7410078815829313664</id><published>2008-04-13T12:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:52:12.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 days more</title><content type='html'>And that is 456 hours; 27,360 minutes; 1,641,600 seconds of anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be somewhat different this year. And I hope we get to spend this together in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-7410078815829313664?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/7410078815829313664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=7410078815829313664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7410078815829313664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7410078815829313664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/19-days-more.html' title='19 days more'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-1993474067929829351</id><published>2008-04-09T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:09:55.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"It takes time to love someone to the point of overlooking their faults and it takes &lt;em&gt;quality&lt;/em&gt; time to get to know someone on a deep enough level to trust their heart enough not to jump to conclusions and think oneself better than them."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Essence of love summarised in one complete sentence. How wrong can this be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-1993474067929829351?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/1993474067929829351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=1993474067929829351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1993474067929829351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1993474067929829351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/read-this.html' title='Read this'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-8869579671625012802</id><published>2008-04-03T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:20:22.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>男人女人</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XpIcTaj1ABs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XpIcTaj1ABs&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;爱爱爱爱了几回&lt;br /&gt;也明白其中滋味&lt;br /&gt;付出的从来不会等于收回&lt;br /&gt;我却还在等待着谁能出现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伤伤伤伤了几回&lt;br /&gt;也曾经为爱憔悴&lt;br /&gt;爱情里好人总比坏人狼狈&lt;br /&gt;我却还是学不会狠心对谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人男人 多希望你是好人&lt;br /&gt;多希望用你的真 让我不必再心疼&lt;br /&gt;女人女人 我答应做个好人&lt;br /&gt;我答应用我一生 来换你的快乐一生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人男人 多希望你是好人&lt;br /&gt;多希望用你的真 让我不必再心疼&lt;br /&gt;女人女人 我答应做个好人&lt;br /&gt;不会再让我(你)心疼　一等再等&lt;br /&gt;你就是我等的那个人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人男人&lt;br /&gt;女人女人&lt;br /&gt;多么希望你是对的人&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-8869579671625012802?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/8869579671625012802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=8869579671625012802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8869579671625012802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8869579671625012802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='男人女人'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-3337799966066994594</id><published>2008-04-02T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:07:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Few things I need to accomplish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I wanna go experience &lt;a href="http://singaporeflyer.com.sg/aboutus.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. A conversation this evening reminded me of this unfulfilled promise. I hope it get realised soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I need to stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My heart needs to be stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-3337799966066994594?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/3337799966066994594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=3337799966066994594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3337799966066994594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3337799966066994594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-1326436749631034088</id><published>2008-03-03T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:28:53.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessly Devoted To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJpyG3PXoKw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DJpyG3PXoKw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Olivia Newton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess mine is not the first heart broken &lt;br /&gt;My eyes are not the first to cry &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the first to know &lt;br /&gt;There's just no gettin' over you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello I'm just a fool who's willing &lt;br /&gt;To sit around and wait for you &lt;br /&gt;But baby can't you see there's nothin' else for me to do &lt;br /&gt;I'm hopelessly devoted to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now there's nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;Since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you &lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is saying "fool, forget him"&lt;br /&gt;My heart is saying "don't let go" &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the end that's what I intend to do &lt;br /&gt;I'm hopelessly devoted to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now there's nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;Since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head &lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you &lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-1326436749631034088?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/1326436749631034088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=1326436749631034088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1326436749631034088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1326436749631034088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/03/hopelessly-devoted-to-you.html' title='Hopelessly Devoted To You'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-7645052764585590039</id><published>2008-02-25T19:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:55:36.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random favourites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8KqlBVQ43I/AAAAAAAAANo/_vT_8edJ-nY/s1600-h/P1030398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170882875164255090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8KqlBVQ43I/AAAAAAAAANo/_vT_8edJ-nY/s320/P1030398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing (out loud) to Ah Mei's tunes in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8KryhVQ46I/AAAAAAAAAOA/AES6fB5j8EY/s1600-h/P1030388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170884206604116898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8KryhVQ46I/AAAAAAAAAOA/AES6fB5j8EY/s320/P1030388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8KqNRVQ42I/AAAAAAAAANg/WFtSld07-aU/s1600-h/P1030306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170882467142361954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8KqNRVQ42I/AAAAAAAAANg/WFtSld07-aU/s320/P1030306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuppa green tea latte to freshen up the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8KrWxVQ45I/AAAAAAAAAN4/0EeVCtY5MWY/s1600-h/P1030347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170883729862747026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8KrWxVQ45I/AAAAAAAAAN4/0EeVCtY5MWY/s320/P1030347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8Kq_xVQ44I/AAAAAAAAANw/UfrbARVObo8/s1600-h/P1030348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170883334725755778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8Kq_xVQ44I/AAAAAAAAANw/UfrbARVObo8/s320/P1030348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and more food! (how can I not mention these?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-7645052764585590039?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/7645052764585590039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=7645052764585590039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7645052764585590039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7645052764585590039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-favourites.html' title='Random favourites'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R8KqlBVQ43I/AAAAAAAAANo/_vT_8edJ-nY/s72-c/P1030398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-271032399191138285</id><published>2008-02-19T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:24:23.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>Gerard Butler is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and so is the storyline...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GNxdc-wlw4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GNxdc-wlw4&amp;rel=1" 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/7428306-271032399191138285?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/271032399191138285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=271032399191138285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/271032399191138285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/271032399191138285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-7564536574862201204</id><published>2008-02-12T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:13:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The visit to Ah Meng's tomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R7EODxVQ41I/AAAAAAAAANY/KCGO5ET8eZI/s1600-h/11022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165925705515590482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R7EODxVQ41I/AAAAAAAAANY/KCGO5ET8eZI/s320/11022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Meng - 48 years old (equivalent to human 90 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R7EN4RVQ40I/AAAAAAAAANQ/2zGOvICHsUA/s1600-h/11022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165925507947094850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R7EN4RVQ40I/AAAAAAAAANQ/2zGOvICHsUA/s320/11022008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R7ENrhVQ4zI/AAAAAAAAANI/YddLe-VCqyM/s1600-h/11022008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165925288903762738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R7ENrhVQ4zI/AAAAAAAAANI/YddLe-VCqyM/s320/11022008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-7564536574862201204?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/7564536574862201204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=7564536574862201204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7564536574862201204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7564536574862201204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/02/visit-to-ah-mengs-tomb.html' title='The visit to Ah Meng&apos;s tomb'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R7EODxVQ41I/AAAAAAAAANY/KCGO5ET8eZI/s72-c/11022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-2855947617386253038</id><published>2008-02-08T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:59:08.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda touches my heart when I heard this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLx0AtBebrM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLx0AtBebrM&amp;rel=1" 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/7428306-2855947617386253038?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/2855947617386253038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=2855947617386253038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2855947617386253038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2855947617386253038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/02/kinda-touches-my-heart-when-i-heard.html' title='Kinda touches my heart when I heard this'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-7770197906505788725</id><published>2008-02-02T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:21:22.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果你也听说</title><content type='html'>难怪这么熟悉。。 因为作曲人是周董。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZWV8fdoz8ko&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZWV8fdoz8ko&amp;rel=1" 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/7428306-7770197906505788725?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/7770197906505788725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=7770197906505788725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7770197906505788725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7770197906505788725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='如果你也听说'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5601528574184756972</id><published>2008-01-30T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:15:52.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.snapfish.com.sg/"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; is cool. It let you post photos and send to print at &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;very very&lt;/em&gt; affordable rate. Yup. S$0.19 for a 4R photo. Cheap right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if you create an account (for free) and recommend friends to sign up, you get 20 free prints and your friend gets 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, for those photo-taking lovers, go &lt;a href="http://www.snapfish.com.sg/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or wait for me to send you invitation first. So I can get 20 free prints muahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-5601528574184756972?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5601528574184756972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5601528574184756972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5601528574184756972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5601528574184756972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/01/snapfish.html' title='Snapfish'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-4413935718940145005</id><published>2008-01-29T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:43:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding time!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, mates, I can't help but post these. But it was fun time! We must do it more often LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R58r_yC591I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rAzp5XvjKtw/s1600-h/26012008419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160892072755590994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R58r_yC591I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rAzp5XvjKtw/s320/26012008419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office bros.. but where is Mr LL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R58sRiC592I/AAAAAAAAANA/3USWfUKMNMg/s1600-h/26012008417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160892377698269026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R58sRiC592I/AAAAAAAAANA/3USWfUKMNMg/s320/26012008417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there he is... Oops.. We are almost there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-4413935718940145005?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/4413935718940145005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=4413935718940145005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4413935718940145005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4413935718940145005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/01/bonding-time.html' title='Bonding time!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R58r_yC591I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rAzp5XvjKtw/s72-c/26012008419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-6888793162260173011</id><published>2008-01-24T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:14:12.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjXGHUYsFgU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjXGHUYsFgU&amp;rel=1" 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/7428306-6888793162260173011?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/6888793162260173011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=6888793162260173011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6888793162260173011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6888793162260173011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/01/latest-inspiration.html' title='Latest inspiration'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-56307814640884827</id><published>2008-01-17T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:57:39.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I had done for Christmas &amp; New Year countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49qznCjUcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/g3XyiG2GLgU/s1600-h/IMGP1693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156457533248065986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49qznCjUcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/g3XyiG2GLgU/s320/IMGP1693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acted as one of the students for a musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49rUXCjUeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UYV492yL3uE/s1600-h/IMGP1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156458095888781794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49rUXCjUeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/UYV492yL3uE/s320/IMGP1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posed with the town's funkiest angel (who raps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49rDXCjUdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/M14nN5qnS3o/s1600-h/IMGP1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156457803831005650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49rDXCjUdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/M14nN5qnS3o/s320/IMGP1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the Christmas star (which by the way, "isn't all that hard...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49qnnCjUbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/D9XvQQdAb04/s1600-h/IMG_3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156457327089635762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49qnnCjUbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/D9XvQQdAb04/s320/IMG_3039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the coolest school bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49qNnCjUZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4CBWn2RLA7c/s1600-h/DSC00506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156456880413036946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49qNnCjUZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4CBWn2RLA7c/s320/DSC00506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced with the hippest kids and teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49qH3CjUYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kCsGUu8fUqQ/s1600-h/DSC00494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156456781628789122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49qH3CjUYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kCsGUu8fUqQ/s320/DSC00494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumped for joy. Happy 2008!&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/7428306-56307814640884827?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/56307814640884827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=56307814640884827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/56307814640884827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/56307814640884827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-i-had-done-for-christmas-new-year.html' title='What I had done for Christmas &amp; New Year countdown'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/R49qznCjUcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/g3XyiG2GLgU/s72-c/IMGP1693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-1849884264495168538</id><published>2008-01-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:49:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Well I've been wanting to write but the home Internet connection has failed me for the past xx months. And I dun deem it's professional to blog at work (though I still do Facebook and Friendster at times..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's good but can be better. What happened in 2007 was a sweet and bitter experience. I'm glad it's over and I survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next? To earn more $$$ and to provide myself a better quality of life. To stay positive and stop complaining. To be more proactive and less complacent. To be more loving and less selfish... And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving. I think He's worthy of my thanks. For giving friends around me when I needed listening ears and company. For my wonderful family! (I'm glad we had less quarrels). For my job haha! (Though I wish I know how to mange people/expectations better...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-1849884264495168538?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/1849884264495168538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=1849884264495168538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1849884264495168538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1849884264495168538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5047450773409649847</id><published>2007-10-15T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:57:09.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroke my ego (NOT) please</title><content type='html'>I received a mail from a close fren today, attaching an article extracted from &lt;a href="http://www.liveasif.org/"&gt;http://www.liveasif.org/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article started with: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to think that I am a strong independent woman who isn’t effected by the attention, or lack their of, from the opposite sex but this thought is not the reality. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I thought it was talking about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read on: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am not getting my security from God I often chose to get it from men. This does not mean that I seek out attention from sketchy men necessarily, sometimes this can be the attention of Godly men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! Someone must have been putting my thoughts into the virtual space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who are interested to read on (and to be able to relate to my thoughts), the full article can be retrieved &lt;a href="http://www.liveasif.org/view.cgi?article=3580"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, I am greatly encouraged by the author's piece of writing, thank God. On one hand, this has allowed me to reflect upon myself, of my little faith that has not yet moulded me to discern the truth at times when my ego is stroked. As such, the title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet on the other hand, it has also reminded me of the ways to increase my faith so I would be able to handle the ego boost, as and when happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I'm striving to be... to be less conscious of myself. It's not easy, trust me. Pride and ego are inborn of men since birth but to be able to put them down and acknowledge the Perfect one in my everyday life... this is what I'm seeking to achieve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-5047450773409649847?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5047450773409649847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5047450773409649847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5047450773409649847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5047450773409649847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/10/stroke-my-ego-not-please.html' title='Stroke my ego (NOT) please'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-7771912875635596876</id><published>2007-10-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:03:00.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm into these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfLt5Ttl1-I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfLt5Ttl1-I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I meant the show (HK TVB's Drive of Live 岁月风云) more than the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Miao Qiaowei (aka Michael Miu)&lt;/strike&gt; China car dream, go for it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-7771912875635596876?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/7771912875635596876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=7771912875635596876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7771912875635596876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/7771912875635596876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-im-into-these-days.html' title='What I&apos;m into these days'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-6715892563047152542</id><published>2007-10-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:59:30.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months to go!</title><content type='html'>Been not getting enough sleep these days, though I sleep on an average of 7 hours on a typical weekday night. Many things have happened that left my heart and emotions almost drained. But God is good. He never fails to make me understand the purpose why I have to go through all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really looking forward to a break. A break away from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-6715892563047152542?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/6715892563047152542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=6715892563047152542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6715892563047152542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6715892563047152542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-months-to-go.html' title='3 months to go!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-8332781669716776652</id><published>2007-09-15T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:04:07.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun with Moon Japanese Dining and Café</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RutJgHjw9BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i06ZIRStYt4/s1600-h/14092007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110259018315658258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RutJgHjw9BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i06ZIRStYt4/s320/14092007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RutInnjw89I/AAAAAAAAAKI/GAeqVH9Bi4s/s1600-h/Kamameshi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110258047653049298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RutInnjw89I/AAAAAAAAAKI/GAeqVH9Bi4s/s320/Kamameshi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to The Central outlet for dinner last night. Very nice ambience. Very good service. Very expensive Japanese food. But very worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should try the one at Wheelock Place next time. Need booking, call me. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-8332781669716776652?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/8332781669716776652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=8332781669716776652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8332781669716776652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8332781669716776652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/09/sun-with-moon-japanese-dining-and-caf.html' title='Sun with Moon Japanese Dining and Café'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RutJgHjw9BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i06ZIRStYt4/s72-c/14092007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-948756671680960081</id><published>2007-08-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:22:08.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's getting married?</title><content type='html'>Just learnt from a fren's blog that herself and 2 other girl frens from our primary school had just gotten ROM-ed &amp;/or married this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably there are more of which I am not aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for them. It's the marriegable age for us. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-948756671680960081?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/948756671680960081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=948756671680960081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/948756671680960081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/948756671680960081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/08/whos-getting-married.html' title='Who&apos;s getting married?'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5619935183507748338</id><published>2007-08-28T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:39:26.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to sweeten your day</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flv_demo" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="flvPath=http://godtube.com/flvideo1/7/11096.flv&amp;amp;flvTitle=Brought to you by: GODTUBE.COM" wmode="transparent" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me lie down in green pastures, &lt;br /&gt;He leads me beside quiet waters, &lt;br /&gt;He restores my soul.&lt;br /&gt;He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil, for You are with me;&lt;br /&gt;Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.&lt;br /&gt;SURELY goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-5619935183507748338?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5619935183507748338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5619935183507748338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5619935183507748338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5619935183507748338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-to-sweeten-your-day.html' title='Something to sweeten your day'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-991225970637994918</id><published>2007-08-27T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:33:10.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learnt a little something about myself during shower time a couple of minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I’m not a popular person at all times and deemed to be misunderstood very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have a bad attitude. At least, I’m well-liked by my peers and have no problem getting along with people. Well, most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But admittedly, given any contest that revolves around popularity, I’m sure I would be kicked out by the end of the first round. Perhaps, with mass support garner, I might be able to make it to the Wild Cards and probably get kicked out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revelation and perhaps, reflection, came about when a couple of weeks back, I &lt;em&gt;ignorantly &lt;/em&gt;offended a senior colleague after I &lt;em&gt;innocently&lt;/em&gt; passed him a lead to follow through and got misunderstood that I was “&lt;em&gt;passing my shit&lt;/em&gt;” to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And word came to my boss’s ears. Apparently, he is on very good terms with this colleague of mine and they happened to be traveling on the same business trip together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the verdict: “Sheryl is &lt;em&gt;arrogant.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the way how this adjective is spelled, one can’t help feeling negative about this description. Although I won’t jump at this, neither am I too pleased with this label. Arrogant? Of all people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was the way how I managed the communication. Of work especially, I am exceptionally professional. If things needed to be done, I will do it and if it’s something of which I can get the best person with the right expertise to facilitate this, it saves a lot of time. For time translates into money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was the way how I phrased the mail. Email, unfortunately, does not do justice to one’s tone and facial expression. I may be smiling and nodding my head away but can this expression be felt by the receiving party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps, the receiving party did not appreciate my kind intention of passing one potential lead to him. One lead translates into one opportunity to make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to cut the story short, we had an "intensive" discussion over a couple of email. There was some explanation made on both ends (he explained why he was upset; I explained why I responded this way); apologies from both ends (he apologized for the way he reacted; I said sorry for not making myself clear enough) and we both made peace eventually after a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which drives me to the point: If I am a real darn popular person, I wouldn’t have gotten feedback from the boss about the arrogance bit. In fact, my colleague would probably be laughing his head off and thanking me for introducing this “lobang” (i.e. open door) to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am wrong. Anyway, I’m not here to defend myself. Everyone has his perspectives of seeing things. You need to be objective to judge if it’s right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all based on experience and relationships and how much communication or interaction you have with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say, I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-991225970637994918?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/991225970637994918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=991225970637994918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/991225970637994918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/991225970637994918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-learnt-little-something-about-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-4441249462549769723</id><published>2007-08-26T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:33:09.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>111 days ago, I fell in love with a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary man who is filled with an attractive sense of righteousness and responsibility. A man whose heart is filled with love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this heart does not have the love for my Special Friend up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the spiritual differences, I fell in love with him and fell in love with the love we were sharing. The dates and meetings followed – dinners; movies… in groups or just between the two of us. For 70 days, I was one love-filled happy woman. And for 70 days, I was also one living soul having a double life, a life of self-denial, deception and a heavy heart filled with guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call it quits towards the end of our 1-month special friendship. But without 3 days, the longing for his attention and love came creeping back and we continued seeing each other until 40 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so insecure one day I ask the Lord if He can do something to take away the unwanted feelings for this man. So I went back home one Sunday morning, switched off my mobile and started my afternoon of solitude. Until late at night, when I finally allowed myself to be contacted, I broke the news to him. I told him the decision in my most sensible tone that I couldn’t accept this relationship, and neither does my Special Friend up there will. And cried myself to sleep that night and for several nights following after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was almost 40 days ago. For the next 40 days, I allowed myself to continue to live in self-denial at the same time with a sense of longing for him. Hoping that he would compromise for the love we once shared, though I know since long time back, compromise is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, there was no problem in our relationship. No major arguments, no fights, no conflicts in general. Except for conflicts in the spiritual direction we were heading. My other friends called me insane and blamed me for my stubbornness, and perhaps, ignorance. But I remained motionless, though deep down, my heart was bleeding from the cut that I created for myself. Disappointment and depression followed. I allowed myself to make calls to him, his calls and texts back to me. In the hope of wanting to see him, I became perplexed when we couldn’t meet for various reasons. I became insecure once more, this time not from the fact that I would be losing him. It’s because I realized I had already lost him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to come out of this whole shit altogether. And today I was reminded of something which my Special Friend had reminded me long time back. “Trust in me (the Lord) with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge me (Him) and I (He) will make your paths straight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are concerned about me, I am on my way to recovery and healing of the many disappointments and rejections that followed throughout these 111 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to give up the Isaac in my heart. So goodbye, (unwanted) memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-4441249462549769723?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/4441249462549769723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=4441249462549769723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4441249462549769723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4441249462549769723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/08/111-days-ago-i-fell-in-love-with-man.html' title=''/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-3739440594156561369</id><published>2007-08-10T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:53:12.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming home!</title><content type='html'>Have I been missed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of my stay in Chennai. I'm glad I'm able to come home in one piece. Oh some colleague of mine reminded me not to open my mouth during shower. But it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic time soaking myself in the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around sight-seeing after dinner last night. Paid some INR 500(=S$20) to this nice friendly chap who brought us to the high-class, middle-class and low-class areas of the city. Though we didn't feel much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv4cvH7ayI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sK1K0Jv8tUk/s1600-h/Courtyard+Marriott-Dinner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096940575869594402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv4cvH7ayI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sK1K0Jv8tUk/s320/Courtyard+Marriott-Dinner2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first and probably the last steak meal in India. Had this at the Courtyard Marriott hotel. Not fantastic, but considering its price (S$15), I can't complain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv4TPH7axI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cKVXzR7H3vA/s1600-h/Shop-Taj+Mahal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096940412660837138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv4TPH7axI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cKVXzR7H3vA/s320/Shop-Taj+Mahal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird's eye-view of Taj Mahal. Saw this model in a fabric shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv4JPH7awI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FUTs3Usn3jA/s1600-h/Temple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096940240862145282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv4JPH7awI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FUTs3Usn3jA/s320/Temple2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tourist must-see --Hindi temple! Over 300 years old, I heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv3-PH7avI/AAAAAAAAAJI/g2OQSfrEYMk/s1600-h/Church1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096940051883584242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv3-PH7avI/AAAAAAAAAJI/g2OQSfrEYMk/s320/Church1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholic church. Old but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv32fH7auI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Aykq9qryw5A/s1600-h/Church2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096939918739598050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv32fH7auI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Aykq9qryw5A/s320/Church2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shrine of St. Thomas Basilica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv3N_H7atI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rytMvuLgHk4/s1600-h/Church5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096939222954896082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv3N_H7atI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rytMvuLgHk4/s320/Church5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand what it says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv3G_H7asI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j6-tdrm1Gzg/s1600-h/Church6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096939102695811778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv3G_H7asI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j6-tdrm1Gzg/s320/Church6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so here's the translation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough of tourist sights. Some cheezy things I picked up: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv27vH7arI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yhTkdzYkdcE/s1600-h/Petrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096938909422283442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv27vH7arI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yhTkdzYkdcE/s320/Petrol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this at a petrol kiosk. Can you imagine seeing this in our Shell or Esso? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096938475630586530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv2ifH7aqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RbHBCFvypyI/s320/American+Breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My American breakfast in India!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-3739440594156561369?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/3739440594156561369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=3739440594156561369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3739440594156561369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3739440594156561369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-coming-home.html' title='I&apos;m coming home!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrv4cvH7ayI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sK1K0Jv8tUk/s72-c/Courtyard+Marriott-Dinner2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-3425979945395692181</id><published>2007-08-08T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:19:35.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Singapore terribly</title><content type='html'>OK, the title was meant to be a cheezy one-liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad here in Chennai. Things are super cheap (I bought 2 Levi's T-shirts for S$25, apparently from a one-for-one deal!) and traffic was as bad, maybe better than Bangkok. Those Bangkok "tuk-tuk" look-alike vehicles cost us around S$1.50 from our hotel to the city centre, not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I must say the hotel facilities aren't as great as expected, given the rates we are paying. Hotels are expensive here in India. According to an International Herald Tribune Business article, India offers only 110,000 hotel rooms, while China has 10 times more, and the United States 40 times more. Given the scarcity, a 5-star hotel can easily fetch a room rate of USD300 and above nightly. And mind you, we are given a budget to stay in a 3-star hotel and it has already cost us USD 118 a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think I could be surfing and working wirelessly in a comfort corner in my room. Too bad. We have to use the lobby wi-fi area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the breakfast erm, just ain't my cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Slumperman, I have not seen any mangoes around. Mango juice have but not mangoes. Oh the sweet lime juice here is nice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, some pics to end this piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RrmihfH7anI/AAAAAAAAAII/idbRqh5XoHQ/s1600-h/08082007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096283149520562802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RrmihfH7anI/AAAAAAAAAII/idbRqh5XoHQ/s320/08082007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water baffalos swimming and drinking their own shit water at the same time. Yeah, we nearly stepped onto some baffalo shit on the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrmiz_H7aoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G4QxDrfSKX8/s1600-h/08082007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096283467348142722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rrmiz_H7aoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G4QxDrfSKX8/s320/08082007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice car with nice building. Think this combination is probably one of the best views here on the streets. See the "Do not drink and drive" signage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RrmjEfH7apI/AAAAAAAAAIY/umngqJlNMM8/s1600-h/08082007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096283750815984274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RrmjEfH7apI/AAAAAAAAAIY/umngqJlNMM8/s320/08082007(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must take the bus. See how poor the people are, have to squeeze on the old dirty bus, with no air-con some more. And we are complaining how bad the buses in Singapore are. I like the "Driving faster will cause disaster" signage though. So cheezy ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, it's National Day eve! I'm going to miss the NDP for the first time in my entire life... So sad, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Happy 42nd Birthday, Singapore. May you continue to prosper, be safe and clean, bring in more foreign trade and bring down the taxes for all of us.&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/7428306-3425979945395692181?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/3425979945395692181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=3425979945395692181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3425979945395692181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3425979945395692181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/08/missing-singapore-terribly.html' title='Missing Singapore terribly'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RrmihfH7anI/AAAAAAAAAII/idbRqh5XoHQ/s72-c/08082007(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-8360374150679890525</id><published>2007-08-06T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:28:10.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chennai, here I come!</title><content type='html'>Chennai - formerly known as Madras, is the capital of the state of Tamil Nadu and is India's fourth largest metropolitan city. It is located on the Coromandal Coast of the Bay of Bengal. With an estimated population of 7.06 million, the 368-year-old city is the 34th largest metropolitan area in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reckon since this is a business trip, I won't be taking a lot of pictures. But will bring my camera, just in case. My meeting with the Client is on 9 August (yeah, I'm working on a public holiday - I love my job!) and am going to have 2 free days to R &amp; R. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for journey mercy, good weather (heard it's cloudy and rainy - to avoid floods!), good food (edible and of course clean!)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-8360374150679890525?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/8360374150679890525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=8360374150679890525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8360374150679890525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8360374150679890525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/08/chennai-here-i-come.html' title='Chennai, here I come!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5091295857586390309</id><published>2007-07-31T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:05:37.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rq9dmfH7amI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4SCZZ62oTn4/s1600-h/31072007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093392619350485602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rq9dmfH7amI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4SCZZ62oTn4/s320/31072007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 pints of this with my drinking &lt;strike&gt;buddies&lt;/strike&gt; hunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a laugh-able conference call with an American, a British, a Chinese and a Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I will &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;not to mention the 45-minute waiting time before I got on a cab home.&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/7428306-5091295857586390309?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5091295857586390309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5091295857586390309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5091295857586390309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5091295857586390309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazing-tuesday.html' title='Amazing Tuesday'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rq9dmfH7amI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4SCZZ62oTn4/s72-c/31072007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-9148837282261420073</id><published>2007-07-29T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:56:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not been blogging because I have run out of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the home Internet connection suxs these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been coming home for dinner this past 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I've seemed to be missing in action these days. I think anti-social is my trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've not been responsive or seem friendly, I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me seek solace in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-9148837282261420073?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/9148837282261420073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=9148837282261420073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/9148837282261420073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/9148837282261420073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-not-been-blogging-because-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-6113920991303756207</id><published>2007-07-10T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:59:53.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Fren's Wedding Part III: The Final Showdown (07 July 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptjMe36EiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Mbmssu5NIj8/s1600-h/blurlis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087769270142243362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptjMe36EiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Mbmssu5NIj8/s320/blurlis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blur Lis - taken at 0630 hours on the morning of 070707.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptjJO36EhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dTXujLK2M_I/s1600-h/nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087769214307668498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptjJO36EhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dTXujLK2M_I/s320/nails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Nails - beautifully cut, touched up (the French tip) and attached.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptjFu36EgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jnnu_s_lnYU/s1600-h/pretty+ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087769154178126338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptjFu36EgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jnnu_s_lnYU/s320/pretty+ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Lee a.k.a. 610 and The Best Fren - Moi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rpti8O36EfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NDkLoWXXSF8/s1600-h/sabo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087768990969369074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rpti8O36EfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NDkLoWXXSF8/s320/sabo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Main Course - Peanut Butter Sandwiches with Wasabi Porkfloss topped with Black Creamy Soya Sauce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rpti3-36EeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6JcriSxF7IU/s1600-h/sabo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087768917954925026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rpti3-36EeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6JcriSxF7IU/s320/sabo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Desserts 酸甜苦辣味 - Sour Tobasco Drink; Sweet Honey Comb Pudding; Bitter Chewy Fruits Platter and Spicy Tomato Juice.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rptp4e36EmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EFAF6IUZhvQ/s1600-h/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087776623126254178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rptp4e36EmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EFAF6IUZhvQ/s320/sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Grand Reward after The Sabotages.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rptd5-36EZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BXvGD0M1SyA/s1600-h/sisters+in+action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087763454756524434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rptd5-36EZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BXvGD0M1SyA/s320/sisters+in+action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 姐妹s behind The Main Course &amp; Desserts Sabotages.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rptdae36EXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/a3qA9OxfihE/s1600-h/pretty+ladies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087762913590645106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Rptdae36EXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/a3qA9OxfihE/s320/pretty+ladies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 姐妹s at The Grand Finale @Conrad Centennial Singapore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptdS-36EWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/--K5cP2jYpU/s1600-h/reception1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087762784741626210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptdS-36EWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/--K5cP2jYpU/s320/reception1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Flowers at The Reception Table.&lt;/em&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptdN-36EVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oxakpcDFB8M/s1600-h/reception2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087762698842280274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptdN-36EVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oxakpcDFB8M/s320/reception2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Receptionist (the vocation can be interesting, especially when the guests turn up and their names were not found on the guest list...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptdFe36EUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G7A8NYzk8Dw/s1600-h/finale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087762552813392194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptdFe36EUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G7A8NYzk8Dw/s320/finale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Supporters behind The Couple - 加油, Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Lee，我们永远支持你!&lt;/em&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/7428306-6113920991303756207?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/6113920991303756207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=6113920991303756207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6113920991303756207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6113920991303756207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-best-frens-wedding-part-iii-final.html' title='My Best Fren&apos;s Wedding Part III: The Final Showdown (07 July 2007)'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RptjMe36EiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Mbmssu5NIj8/s72-c/blurlis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-3018226224469689900</id><published>2007-07-06T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:36:14.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Fren's Wedding Part II: The Investments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4PcrwbQMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/b3QLEVFPmPA/s1600-h/P1010460_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084018014804459714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4PcrwbQMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/b3QLEVFPmPA/s320/P1010460_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Day Dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4PYLwbQLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/t8NbfM7IdRU/s1600-h/P1010461_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084017937495048370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4PYLwbQLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/t8NbfM7IdRU/s320/P1010461_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Evening Dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4PTrwbQKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TqtX1qSPaAo/s1600-h/P1010459_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084017860185637026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4PTrwbQKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TqtX1qSPaAo/s320/P1010459_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hairdo - Out fresh this afternoon = )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-3018226224469689900?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/3018226224469689900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=3018226224469689900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3018226224469689900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/3018226224469689900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-best-frens-wedding-part-ii.html' title='My Best Fren&apos;s Wedding Part II: The Investments'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4PcrwbQMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/b3QLEVFPmPA/s72-c/P1010460_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-2831847374931975093</id><published>2007-07-06T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:47:42.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Fren's Wedding Part I: The Church Wedding (23 June 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4LmLwbQCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-v99Ic5JhAQ/s1600-h/P1010391_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084013779966705698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4LmLwbQCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-v99Ic5JhAQ/s320/P1010391_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way to The Church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4MTrwbQDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/18ORJs6RcM4/s1600-h/P1010394_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084014561650753586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4MTrwbQDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/18ORJs6RcM4/s320/P1010394_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In The Preparation Room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4MhbwbQEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/frFjkbWFO0U/s1600-h/P1010398_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084014797873954882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4MhbwbQEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/frFjkbWFO0U/s320/P1010398_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bouquets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4NK7wbQJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/m_0bmQAbkWg/s1600-h/P1010399_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084015510838526098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4NK7wbQJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/m_0bmQAbkWg/s320/P1010399_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Flower Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4NG7wbQII/AAAAAAAAAFA/RosFvwW2TcI/s1600-h/P1010400_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084015442119049346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4NG7wbQII/AAAAAAAAAFA/RosFvwW2TcI/s320/P1010400_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Flower Boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4NDLwbQHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KgWUdqOu9Eo/s1600-h/P1010401_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084015377694539890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4NDLwbQHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KgWUdqOu9Eo/s320/P1010401_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Maid of Honour = )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4M97wbQGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2T_8nUbQ9mQ/s1600-h/P1010403_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084015287500226658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4M97wbQGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2T_8nUbQ9mQ/s320/P1010403_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bride with The Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4M4LwbQFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5wl3FM0Yemo/s1600-h/P1010412_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084015188715978834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4M4LwbQFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5wl3FM0Yemo/s320/P1010412_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally - The Couple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-2831847374931975093?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/2831847374931975093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=2831847374931975093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2831847374931975093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2831847374931975093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-best-frens-wedding-part-1-church.html' title='My Best Fren&apos;s Wedding Part I: The Church Wedding (23 June 2007)'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/Ro4LmLwbQCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-v99Ic5JhAQ/s72-c/P1010391_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5517503149687209034</id><published>2007-06-16T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:12:55.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough? Crisis?</title><content type='html'>Office lately is happening. Some crisis going on and the sales team will be in action for some Disaster Recovery Plans. My role could probably be changing soon (again) but think during the transitional period, retaining customers and maintaining the service level is the priority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-5517503149687209034?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5517503149687209034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5517503149687209034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5517503149687209034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5517503149687209034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/06/breakthrough-crisis.html' title='Breakthrough? Crisis?'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-1923686145807642315</id><published>2007-05-27T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T05:19:33.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragonfly</title><content type='html'>Uh-huh. The notably most happening club in town, I mean in the south district. And I was there on Fri night, after much pondering, 'cos I wasn't really sure if I would enjoy the loudness and the crowd of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true enough, I didn't. Haha. The younger days when we used to drink ourselves to "highness" and enjoy "rubbing shoulders" with strangers, tasting one another's sweat *yucks* - are all now replaced with a sense of wanting to find a quiet corner and chill out and... sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And we really found one. On the second floor, where we had the KTV to pass time *happy*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pics, am waiting for them to be posted up. Some are really cute, especially those taken with the &lt;strike&gt;younger&lt;/strike&gt; gals. Hmm... Some memories. I must be getting &lt;strike&gt;old&lt;/strike&gt; wiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-1923686145807642315?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/1923686145807642315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=1923686145807642315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1923686145807642315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1923686145807642315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/05/dragonfly.html' title='Dragonfly'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-4207449401702378861</id><published>2007-05-24T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:27:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RlV1orjEUoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GKSRPLCYGWk/s1600-h/OB%252BJTeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068086297420386946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RlV1orjEUoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GKSRPLCYGWk/s320/OB%252BJTeam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just telling Sean I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; of joining this. Why not? Since this training class is meant to groom candidates with singing potential and is not another idol contest looking for average vocalists with great looking faces/bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, I looked at the advertisement again. I realised you need to act, host and dance as well. OMG! I can only sing! Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oops! It's just another star dream of mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-4207449401702378861?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/4207449401702378861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=4207449401702378861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4207449401702378861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4207449401702378861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/05/star-dreams.html' title='Star dreams'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RlV1orjEUoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GKSRPLCYGWk/s72-c/OB%252BJTeam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-6726269973973746607</id><published>2007-05-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:01:26.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>I received an email this afternoon informing us of the new vocal grouping with effect from June 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP teams – the 3 teams serving Sun services at Max Pavilion – are now down to 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my name is not on the list for these 2 teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of thoughts flashed through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have all the efforts put in for the past Sats vocal trainings been washed down the drain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has gone wrong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the evil one is injecting all the negative thoughts to make me feel demoralized, discouraged, and the thought of rejection actually exists at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God a phone call from a brother came and he shared some perspectives and threw some light into my patch of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are here to encourage one another. Don’t despair, I’m sure He has other plans for you, perhaps it’s a blessing in disguise. You never know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me dwell on this for a while, can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-6726269973973746607?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/6726269973973746607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=6726269973973746607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6726269973973746607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6726269973973746607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-1206091682366774489</id><published>2007-04-24T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:52:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whys</title><content type='html'>Why am I coughing for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I disturbed in my sleep when I called in the morning to say I will be sick and not going office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are some clients so undecisive - either they don't know what they are doing or they simply can't make up their minds??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling so weary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-1206091682366774489?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/1206091682366774489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=1206091682366774489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1206091682366774489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/1206091682366774489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/04/whys.html' title='Whys'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-2408303791417504666</id><published>2007-04-18T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:30:00.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended a school fren's birthday gathering yesterday and had some heart-warming photo moments. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RiYN3s_n_BI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ze46kKSSbT4/s1600-h/Mae+BD4+170407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054742882391948306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RiYN3s_n_BI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ze46kKSSbT4/s320/Mae+BD4+170407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gals with 28 mini cheese cakes baked by our dear Yokie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RiYNks_n_AI/AAAAAAAAADw/xGXa8Fb1dTo/s1600-h/Mae+BD+170407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054742555974433794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RiYNks_n_AI/AAAAAAAAADw/xGXa8Fb1dTo/s320/Mae+BD+170407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mae - in her attempt to blow out all 28 candles in one blow. She managed to do it in five blows...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RiYOTc_n_CI/AAAAAAAAAEA/if1Do54o34s/s1600-h/Mae+BD1+170407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054743359133318178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RiYOTc_n_CI/AAAAAAAAAEA/if1Do54o34s/s320/Mae+BD1+170407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;... with the assistance from yours truely.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short and simple dinner affair. I left for home to rest early after the dinner while the gals stayed back for coffee. But it felt good to see them again.&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/7428306-2408303791417504666?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/2408303791417504666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=2408303791417504666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2408303791417504666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2408303791417504666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/04/attended-school-frens-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RiYN3s_n_BI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ze46kKSSbT4/s72-c/Mae+BD4+170407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-6126686612923961899</id><published>2007-04-16T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:20:30.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nursing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. A dry cough + irritable throat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that has been building up for the past one week. Probably 'cos I've been singing too much, both in church and in KTV ha. And overdose of late supper that consists of fried Hokkien mee, kway tiao, chicken wings *yummy*. I take it as a positive sign - means I gotta cut down completely on all these sinful food. I think the 0.5 kg that I've lost over the past one month is creeping its way back to my body :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. A &lt;strike&gt;confused&lt;/strike&gt; tired brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More revelations of Mr Fren. Dun worry, the episode is over means it's over. I get on with my life as easy as I can sing to a Ah Mei's number (so you can imagine how difficult some stages can be). You know, your brain is tired when it keeps having to remind the heart to focus on some other social aspects of life (like getting along with the unlovables, reaching out to the broken etc). So ya, I'm nursing one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live to worship You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I breathe to worship You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your face I will seek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For as I worship You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You lead me to that place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To that place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of divine exchange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-6126686612923961899?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/6126686612923961899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=6126686612923961899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6126686612923961899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/6126686612923961899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-nursing.html' title='I&apos;m nursing...'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-2025952778802963030</id><published>2007-03-31T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:10:32.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days I caught up with a few people whom I have not met for years. And one of the conversations led to the point sometimes we really do not bother about keeping up with staying in contact with people. It's a fact, sometimes a sad one, especially at one point in time, if you seem to be really engaged in the activities that you share with these people. But as life goes on, with other committments and stuff, you tend to lack focus and lose contact with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic leads to another. I was skyping with a fren yesterday. We used to chat a lot on Skype, shared some information and frankly speaking, we both felt comfortable talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the conversation yesterday went like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fren:&lt;/strong&gt; hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; hey mr Fren, busy ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fren:&lt;/strong&gt; ya, quite, you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; me? Very. But waiting for 6pm to knock off hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; which part of the earth are you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fren:&lt;/strong&gt; vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; cools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about maintaining and catching up. I feel we come to a point where we have nothing in common to connect, except for sharing the same faith. You know what I mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-2025952778802963030?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/2025952778802963030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=2025952778802963030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2025952778802963030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/2025952778802963030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/03/these-days-i-caught-up-with-few-people.html' title=''/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5165288288064283313</id><published>2007-03-23T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:37:15.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, February, 23, 2007</title><content type='html'>I just wanna remember this date. 'Cos what happened on this day, may not take place ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month, how have you been?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-5165288288064283313?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5165288288064283313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5165288288064283313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5165288288064283313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5165288288064283313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/03/23-february-2007-friday.html' title='Friday, February, 23, 2007'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-9208805872553064402</id><published>2007-03-18T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:02:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy moments</title><content type='html'>I cut my fringe and I feel 5 years younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my eyes Lasik-ed and I feel a burden released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting myself a designer bag, this time for my birthday and I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to go deeper in Christ and I feel rejunevated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-9208805872553064402?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/9208805872553064402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=9208805872553064402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/9208805872553064402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/9208805872553064402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-moments.html' title='Happy moments'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5396807180922306363</id><published>2007-02-26T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:19:26.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUAT AH!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 9th day of the Lunar New Year and I've made a very important decision that will affect me for the rest of my life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much pondering, procrastinating, probing and proactively seeking opinions, my pre-Lasik evaluation is scheduled next Monday. I was told if I were to find suitable for the surgery, the operation may be scheduled 2 days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I will be free from glasses and contact lens in another 2 weeks' time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must build up more confidence and courage, I need your prayers and encouragement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-5396807180922306363?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5396807180922306363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5396807180922306363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5396807180922306363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5396807180922306363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/02/huat-ah.html' title='HUAT AH!!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-4780779518970998660</id><published>2007-02-13T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:44:25.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>My hair's turning brown, help! I miss my &lt;a href="http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-achievements-on-second-day-of-2007.html"&gt;black hair&lt;/a&gt; : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's coming = price hike in hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dell is diagnosed with bad sectors. Means changing hard disk = lobang in pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clients are not paying up promptly = no commission this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less places to visit for CNY = less ang baos this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good news is, 2 persons have commented I look slimmer these days. Now that's something to celebrate heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target movies to catch during this festive season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Protege - Hunks, hunks and more hunks!&lt;br /&gt;2) Just Follow Law - OK, local production. Babe &amp;amp; erm, funny man.&lt;br /&gt;3) Letters from Iwo Jima - War movie from the Japanese perspective. Good show to watch after Flag of Our Fathers.&lt;br /&gt;4) Hannibal Rising - To be checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, here's blessing everyone a Happy Prosperous CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-4780779518970998660?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/4780779518970998660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=4780779518970998660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4780779518970998660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/4780779518970998660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/02/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-8187837727615145723</id><published>2007-01-31T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:26:17.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love each other or perish</title><content type='html'>My grandfather, affectionately A.K.A. "gong gong" passed away last Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, there was peace in me thoughout this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that in this generation, many family gatherings usually happen either during weddings or funerals. It is amusing seeing how relatives squabble over trival matters, and heart-warming to learn that perhaps, this is just the way of communication for them afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinships are especially strengthened during this time. Though this shouldn't be the way, then again only events like death can spur on emotions like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "mei mei" passed me a book to read (and kill time) at the wake. &lt;em&gt;"Tuesdays with Morrie"&lt;/em&gt; by Mitch Albom, America's No. 1 sports columnist, is a book that revolves around life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing (for me to read this book) couldn't be any more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We all have the same beginning - birth - and we all have the same end - death. So how different can we be?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fantastic book reviewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither am I a fanatic philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do agree with the "love each other or perish" message Morrie Schwartz had imparted to Mitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there is faith, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest of these is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-8187837727615145723?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/8187837727615145723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=8187837727615145723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8187837727615145723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/8187837727615145723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-each-other-or-perish.html' title='Love each other or perish'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-5942522255532528711</id><published>2007-01-23T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:20:45.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saigon Saigon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYCllLPrII/AAAAAAAAAAM/_6bAC7u2hjc/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023205279036058754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYCllLPrII/AAAAAAAAAAM/_6bAC7u2hjc/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never thought travelling with the boys can be so much fun. The pace was good. Thank God I decided to leave my (short) heels at home at the last minute. Anyway I fulfilled a few little dreams like having good (and cheap) French food at an authentic French restaurant, buying myself a pair of Vietnamese slippers to replace the old ones, catching up with the boys and MJ! Haha, found another potential MJ kaki in Saigon. All went well, though some of the sights, like Mekong Delta can be quite a bore. But what do you expect. Vietnam is by itself a little country with great history... Gained a little knowledge of the Vietnam War and seen for myself the sufferings the people went through at that time at the War Remnants Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYJ0lLPrYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ze8YeqbQaoo/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023213233315491202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYJ0lLPrYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ze8YeqbQaoo/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The typical shop houses on the streets of Ho Chi Minh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYF_1LPrMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/F5Tz6lk9NDY/s1600-h/P1010028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023209028542508226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYF_1LPrMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/F5Tz6lk9NDY/s320/P1010028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night scene from a forgotten-the-name hotel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some French experiences at great bargain: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYGdFLPrNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dheof6uUjTg/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023209531053681874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYGdFLPrNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dheof6uUjTg/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYGxFLPrOI/AAAAAAAAABA/x6TyMiobFK4/s1600-h/P1010042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023209874651065570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYGxFLPrOI/AAAAAAAAABA/x6TyMiobFK4/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYHI1LPrPI/AAAAAAAAABI/vB2S0Dj_MIY/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023210282672958706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYHI1LPrPI/AAAAAAAAABI/vB2S0Dj_MIY/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;3-course French cuisine @SGD 20.00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYPPVLPrZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rkareUbM3t8/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023219190435130770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYPPVLPrZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rkareUbM3t8/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;French pedicure @SGD 6.00&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYHW1LPrQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d5JPMkhlRXs/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023210523191127298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYHW1LPrQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d5JPMkhlRXs/s320/P1010067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Typical floating life at Mekong Delta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYHn1LPrRI/AAAAAAAAABY/0Ga7yeK5PKE/s1600-h/P1010104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023210815248903442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYHn1LPrRI/AAAAAAAAABY/0Ga7yeK5PKE/s320/P1010104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYH1lLPrSI/AAAAAAAAABg/z_JtzdbBmTM/s1600-h/P1010106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023211051472104738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYH1lLPrSI/AAAAAAAAABg/z_JtzdbBmTM/s320/P1010106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yummy Chinese seafood...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYISFLPrTI/AAAAAAAAABo/VG6ekUIEk3k/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023211541098376498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYISFLPrTI/AAAAAAAAABo/VG6ekUIEk3k/s320/P1010129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Prisoner of War.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYInlLPrUI/AAAAAAAAABw/EPd6LTuqmoE/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023211910465563970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYInlLPrUI/AAAAAAAAABw/EPd6LTuqmoE/s320/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bill Clinton's lunch menu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYJBlLPrVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/scrawWKMg_U/s1600-h/P1010141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023212357142162770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYJBlLPrVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/scrawWKMg_U/s320/P1010141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYJMFLPrWI/AAAAAAAAACA/AcCud3l2Ut4/s1600-h/P1010142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023212537530789218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYJMFLPrWI/AAAAAAAAACA/AcCud3l2Ut4/s320/P1010142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was the same exact table he had lunch ok...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYJXFLPrXI/AAAAAAAAACI/dPPzM38BdA8/s1600-h/P1010143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023212726509350258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYJXFLPrXI/AAAAAAAAACI/dPPzM38BdA8/s320/P1010143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All ended well on the last day. We even did some last minute shopping before we caught the flight back. That's our friendly, generous, gentlemanly and super good host in the middle of this picture. Thanks to his hospitability, we were all able to enjoy such good times at no hassle. RH, you are the best! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys, when is our next trip gonna be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-5942522255532528711?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/5942522255532528711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=5942522255532528711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5942522255532528711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/5942522255532528711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/01/saigon-saigon.html' title='Saigon Saigon'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8GBRbDZaB6s/RbYCllLPrII/AAAAAAAAAAM/_6bAC7u2hjc/s72-c/P1010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116909105549502778</id><published>2007-01-18T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:30:55.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye!</title><content type='html'>I'm flying off to Ho Chi Minh to join my buddies for some exotic sight-seeing and yummy beef meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off at The Budget Terminal,&lt;br /&gt;: P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116909105549502778?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116909105549502778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116909105549502778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116909105549502778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116909105549502778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/01/bye-bye.html' title='Bye bye!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116853166227109764</id><published>2007-01-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:28:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>I'm so devastated. 'Cos my Dell crashed for no rhyme nor reason. One of the odd signs was the display of the message "unable to install Windows Service Pack 3" after it ran its automatic updates. After which, I went on with my work, shut down the notebook, went out and the next thing I saw when I rebooted my notebook was this blue screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, forgot there was no Hello installed on this IBM notebook. Shall display the blue screen picture next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so devastated. Gone are my usual favourites and music files and pictures and emails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: ( And to think I just upgraded my &lt;a href="http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-myself-2-perfect-gifts-for-this.html"&gt;RAM&lt;/a&gt; memory not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: ((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116853166227109764?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116853166227109764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116853166227109764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116853166227109764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116853166227109764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/01/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116775774533490852</id><published>2007-01-03T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:49:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My achievements on the second day of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Image008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Image008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first visit to VivoCity. And I have only been to three levels - level 5 of the multi-storey carpark, level 2 to Golden Village and level 3 when we exited the wrong exit from the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Image007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Image007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hairdo to start the year - a shade of dark brown, also seen as mahogany under the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116775774533490852?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116775774533490852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116775774533490852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116775774533490852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116775774533490852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-achievements-on-second-day-of-2007.html' title='My achievements on the second day of 2007'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116758379946536351</id><published>2007-01-01T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:27:15.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Was reminded of this time for thanksgiving. There are so many things to be thankful for, and I ought to jot them down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank God for sustaining me.. For His grace and mercy and for not forsaking me when I have attempted to run away; for pulling me out from the darkest moments in my life and for giving me many second chances to renew myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For the valuable time and opportunities to strengthen the relationship with the family. For Mum's good health; for favour at Ying's workplace and in Feng's studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For the enriching yet fun fellowship with the FC folks. For the listening ears, the comforting words, the helping hands and the ever prayerful hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. For the frens who have accepted me for what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For the gifting of singing; for giving me the chance to minister to Him through my ministry. For allowing me to learn the true meaning of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For the great year ahead. Yes! Year 2007 will be a better year, and I claim it to be victorious and fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and Blessed New Year, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116758379946536351?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116758379946536351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116758379946536351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116758379946536351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116758379946536351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2007/01/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116741440092883280</id><published>2006-12-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:06:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It must have been the tea</title><content type='html'>THREE cups of tea dun help if you want to sleep in under the blanket on such a cool airy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, counting down to the next few hours when we gonna have New Year's lunch at my cell leader's place, and to the next few days when I gonna have a few gatherings with my groups of frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know pretty soon, 3 Jan 2007 is gonna come and holidays are gonna be over. Reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, allow me to bring up some realities in life recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenerio 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fren has taken the initiative to organise a movie outing, bought and collected the tickets, but you fail to turn up at the last minute due to some unforseen circumstances. Do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Offer to find a replacement;&lt;br /&gt;2) Offer to pay for the ticket;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thank the organiser and apologise for not turning up and act blur as if nothing has happened;&lt;br /&gt;4) Act blur, live longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would appreciate the kind act of 1); be thankful for 2); possibly be turned off by 3) and definitely be appalled by 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenerio 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just finished dinner with a big group of frens and the bill arrives. Do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the bill and pay only your share;&lt;br /&gt;2) Look at the bill, offer to pay first and split the sums later;&lt;br /&gt;3) Look at the bill and act blur;&lt;br /&gt;4) Look elsewhere or continue your own conversation with your frens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) is normal; 2) is the more popular type of personality; 3) &amp;amp; 4) are the "live longer" types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No judgement passed. Just some observations. Feel free to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116741440092883280?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116741440092883280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116741440092883280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116741440092883280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116741440092883280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-must-have-been-tea.html' title='It must have been the tea'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116662105730020406</id><published>2006-12-20T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:24:17.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It must have been the rain</title><content type='html'>Yup. It must be. Because of the rain, we all wanna spend more time in bed. And wake up late. And thus going to work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. The new rule officially begins. Anyone who steps into the office after 0915 hours shall take half the day off. And this rule only applies to the sales team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the bosses' eyes are open, even though they choose not to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was reminded again to take over some of the duties by KW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I may need to take care of the discipline of the team, the performance blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, to manage the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this is not a promotion. But addition of responsibilities. Not that I'm not happy and willing to accept such responsibilities. To manage a team, in some context, means to be the Bad Guy. Since I'm not like the most senior staff around in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will see how it goes OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am running on 765RAM now. Super fast, super efficient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116662105730020406?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116662105730020406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116662105730020406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116662105730020406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116662105730020406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-must-have-been-rain.html' title='It must have been the rain'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116645742306418177</id><published>2006-12-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:25:15.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got myself 2 perfect gifts for this season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/LV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/LV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My first LV wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Damage&lt;/strike&gt;Investment: 25% savings off the boutique’s retail price = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A 512MB RAM for my Dell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it’s kinda late for me to upgrade my RAM memory only now. But late is always better than never. Now I do not need to wait for the applications to load &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; my fingers start typing away on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forsee my bills next month are gonna burn a hole in my pocket. I'll just pray my commission will soon come in to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another exciting thing. Have just invited a dear fren of mine to join us for cell this Sat. Hope this Christmas will bring her a different experience this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116645742306418177?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116645742306418177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116645742306418177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116645742306418177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116645742306418177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-myself-2-perfect-gifts-for-this.html' title='Got myself 2 perfect gifts for this season'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116610320568917895</id><published>2006-12-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T21:39:39.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation vs procrastination</title><content type='html'>I need some motivation to lose weight. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are already a few to be named:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) So I will look good on the screen when they flash me on the stage at Max Pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;2) To fit into my old clothes. This sentence sounds so familar. Seems like I've said it many entries back.&lt;br /&gt;3) To keep a healthy body so I can use it to serve God mightily. Ya, when was the last time I had my cholesterol check?&lt;br /&gt;4) To regain my fit figure 7 years back. My group of sisters have been challenging me to use those past photographs as a form of motivation arrgh!&lt;br /&gt;5) So I can continue to eat and not put on weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these, yet can't overcome the vice of my character - procrastination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/IKOI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/IKOI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*1 of my favourites that I can't resist...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116610320568917895?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116610320568917895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116610320568917895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116610320568917895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116610320568917895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/12/motivation-vs-procrastination.html' title='Motivation vs procrastination'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116542328825767121</id><published>2006-12-07T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:12:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open and ready?</title><content type='html'>The recent hype in my social life could probably be the train of events that follow after a wine appreciation event organised by my church 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in order to qualify for this event, one of the criteria, beside being single and accountable, you gotta be "open and ready".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask myself, am I open and ready? Perhaps, I'm open - to knowing more people and widening my social network within the church, but am I ready to settle for a destined relationship built for eternal purposes, and perhaps ready to settle down to bear a few kids, become a home-maker and expect the head of the family to bring in the bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my dear brother gave a rather lame yet apt analogy in some ways: if given wanton mee that's soggy and tasteless, you probably won't feel the desire to eat it; if given wanton mee from Maxwell market (incidentally to be one of the famous stalls), you probably will feel hungry and wanna eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bottomline: you are ready when you meet the right one who is able to satisfy your (Perfect One) criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aren't you supposed to be prepared and made ready in the first place so anytime the Perfect One is here, you are ready to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And incidentally, someone just shared with me few days back, rather you wait for the Perfect One to come along, why not try and build yourself to be the Perfect One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a chicken-and-egg theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one of the guidelines that I have learnt, is to be prepared to wait. 'Cos waiting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tests our faith&lt;br /&gt;2) Purifies our motives&lt;br /&gt;3) Builds our character to maturity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much practicality and truth in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, perhaps I'm not that hungry afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116542328825767121?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116542328825767121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116542328825767121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116542328825767121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116542328825767121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/12/open-and-ready.html' title='Open and ready?'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116496715779281322</id><published>2006-12-01T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:28:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wireless@SG</title><content type='html'>Technology has really quickened its pace. Thanks to IDA's initiative in implementing the Intelligent Nation 2015 (iN2015) which offers everyone wireless broadband access at both indoor and outdoor public areas, I am proud to say I'm typing this entry in MacDonald's at Tiong Bahru Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.ida.gov.sg/idaweb/marketing/infopage.jsp?infopagecategory=&amp;infopageid=I3967&amp;amp;versionid=3"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to SingTel, I'm surfing, checking my email and chatting on the net for FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting playing Sudoku while waiting for frens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention my home connection will be upgraded to 5Mbps with effect from tomorrow, 2 Dec?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I think I'm getting more IT inclined muhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116496715779281322?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116496715779281322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116496715779281322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116496715779281322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116496715779281322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/12/wirelesssg.html' title='Wireless@SG'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116403233982700061</id><published>2006-11-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:19:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I forget you??</title><content type='html'>This goes to reiterate how much impact Sudoku and Kdrama have on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing from my last entry, how can I actually forget to mention this other group of people whom I meet almost every week for KTV, drinks, nuts and cho dai dee (and once in a blue moon MJ)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not mention this group of kakis with such kind, wonderful, loving hearts that when I lost MJ to them during my in-search-of-a-job days, they actually refused to collect a single cent from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was also the same group of people whom I spent my birthday with in a KTV room... But funny, the drunked one ended up not the birthday gal, but rather a young, innocent troubled boy? (I shall not elaborate here muahaha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are the ones who inspired me to download the latest K songs so I can practise them at home first before putting up my personal concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my fans. I love you guys. I promise I will learn more songs and improve my vocals so you will hear more from me next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116403233982700061?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116403233982700061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116403233982700061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116403233982700061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116403233982700061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-can-i-forget-you.html' title='How can I forget you??'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116395758785424211</id><published>2006-11-20T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:23:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleased</title><content type='html'>I've been distracted with too many things and events these days that lure me away from coming to this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, is the catching up and bonding with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People you have known for 10 overs years.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes you wonder where is this friendship heading towards? One in a while, you tend to take this (friendship) for granted. Married are the blessed and happy ones enjoying their honey moon relationship. Getting married and preoccupied with their happy-to-be-in-each-other's-world. Busy with work and sometimes too &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; tired to catch up. Given these 3 scenerios, it's really heart-warming and touching we get to sit around one table and enjoy good food that goes along with the usual crappy jokes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so pleased after the buffet gathering today. For no reason other than being able to see one another's smiles and hearing our laughter altogether at the same time at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then there is another group of people you see on a weekly basis.&lt;/strong&gt; Going through the same gatherings, doing stuff like praying for one another, singing the same worship songs, sometimes you feel, you are going through a motion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet when you see it from another angle, this is seriously not a plain motion. It is a meaningful activity that forms the core of the friendship. And it is definitely not something which I can experience with my other friends - the open expression of love, praise, appreciation for each other's presence, condemnation of certain things that are not accepted and humility when asking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pleased because I know I have not missed out being with the most wonderful people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second distracting thing that I have come across recently. Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.websudoku.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; and you will know what I'm talking about. I first discovered this in one of those free papers given out every morning. After solving them on the long bus/train rides, I discovered this cool site that can allow me to activate my brain cells in the comfort of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and probably the most time-consuming thing that has been on my to-do-tasks list of the day would be the downloading of Korean dramas BTS (behind the scene) videos on Youtube. Time-consuming 'cos of the limited bandwidth that yours truely is using. Thankfully it won't be long before I can enjoy the surf on the net at incredible speed 'cos I will be upgrading to 5mbps from next month onwards. Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have decided not to blog about my long over-due Bangkok trip, despite the excitement I had built up for myself. Some of the pictures have been posted up in my friendster, and I believe this one liner should be able to describe my feelings: I wish I had extended my stay and spent another 2 days there. By the way, the oysters picture is now my current wallpaper on my notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime back, after reading some of the blogs written by other people, I realised more often than not, we tend to complain about lotsa trival stuff and people in writing. So, I have decided (cross my fingers) not to bitch about people in my blog. It's causing and building up much negativeness in the already bitchy world, so I shall keep them away from you people (I'll try =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am really pleased I've updated so much in this meaningful entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116395758785424211?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116395758785424211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116395758785424211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116395758785424211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116395758785424211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/11/pleased.html' title='Pleased'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116169778068785700</id><published>2006-10-24T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:49:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the holidays. I had spent my last 4 days, including today, at home, doing nothing but watch Princess Lulu, surf net on Korean actors and actresses and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, to think that 4 days have past just like that. And I thought I would have a good time chilling out, playing MJ but turned out everyone's busy with his own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really disappointed with my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home on Sat 2 am and my mum was awake. Apparently after another trip to the loo. I asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital. She said she wanted to see if she's feeling better the next day. So I spent my Sat at home, just to make sure there is someone around. Her diarrhea problem became worse. She vomited and in the night, we decided to rush off to NUH. The doctor put her on drip and we stayed in the hospital from 9 pm to 130 am before we headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she's feeling better. The number of loo trips were reduced and the vomiting stopped. So I continued with my Princess Lulu and the dramatic love story between the Princess and the carefree playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take the day off and continued the love story at home. Hopefully there's chilling out at night. Perhaps I should update the entry on my Bangkok trip. The photos were uploaded, but there wasn't much story line to start off with. Some irritating creature once again left some vulgar comments on my blog. I decided to tighten the security measures. Sorry, guys. You would need to register yourself on Blogger before you can leave any comments. The bugger was seriously frustrating me enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a backache and strained neck. Think too much lying around. Sis borrowed my Princess Lulu and I started to watch with her, from disc 1, despite the fact that I had finished the show the day before. Goes to show I was really bored. She left the house after disc 2 and I carried on with disc 3 before I decided to take a rest and head for my bed for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, surfing the net again. Pondered upon an email which informed me to give my address and contact number so I could receive a sum of money from the attorney of a dead guy who "was involved in an accident on 21 April 2000". Must be some hoax. Did some research and found out such letters have been posted on the net. There are a few variations, you may go to &lt;a href="http://www.quatrocantos.com/lendas/nigerianos/udumego_prince_obika.htm"&gt;http://www.quatrocantos.com/lendas/nigerianos/udumego_prince_obika.htm&lt;/a&gt; to find out the contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone reminded me the next holiday would be Christmas. Which is 61 days away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116169778068785700?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116169778068785700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116169778068785700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116169778068785700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116169778068785700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/10/countdown-to-christmas.html' title='Countdown to Christmas'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116153360269686363</id><published>2006-10-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:13:22.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Moi blog</title><content type='html'>And I emphasize THIS BLOG BELONGS TO MOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning I can blog about anything - be it my thoughts, my everyday stuff, call it my journal, my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you think this piece of site is not worth your attention, please feel free to venture to other sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to drop comments about this, I can't stop you. You have your freedom of speech, just as much as I have my freedom to own this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if any vulgarities or any form of language that deems to degrade, defame, devalue this blog, your comments will be trashed permanently. That apply to other rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are. But if you really have some comments about this, and wanna see improvement, I would appreciate you leave your name or some sort of contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else, Mr/Ms Anonymous, thank you for dropping by. May you have a pleasant time reading others' more interesting blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116153360269686363?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116153360269686363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116153360269686363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116153360269686363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116153360269686363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-moi-blog.html' title='This is Moi blog'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116049355303191117</id><published>2006-10-10T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:23:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok trailer - The final countdown</title><content type='html'>A pleasant email came to me the other day, informing that I would have 2 more frens joining me in Bangkok this coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Means we would have 2 body guards? 2 porters? 4 extra hands to carry our shopping bags? Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;The night is especially warm tonight. And I am especially sleepless. Think too excited to get away from the unhappenings of my job. Yes, lately I've not been seeing much prospects, and my hopes of earning a fat commission seem to be drifting further from my pockets. But let's not dwell into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hear the sound of MJ tiles being shuffled in the background. Think it comes from my neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss MJ this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Thai play MJ too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116049355303191117?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116049355303191117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116049355303191117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116049355303191117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116049355303191117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/10/bangkok-trailer-final-countdown.html' title='Bangkok trailer - The final countdown'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116040588656280291</id><published>2006-10-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:58:06.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you sleep while the wind blows?</title><content type='html'>A sista sent me this today. And I wanna share this with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals. Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Are you a good farm hand?" the farmer asked him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, "Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "No sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottomline?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have nothing to fear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life? The hired hand in the story was able to sleep because he had secured the farm against the storm. We secure ourselves against the storms of life bygrounding ourselves in the Word of God. We don't need to understand, we just need to hold His hand to have peace in the middle of storms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/wind%20blows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/wind%20blows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel I lack the peace of mind that I'm desperately seeking for. Once lost, I become irritable, easily annoyed and less forgiving. I guess it happens to you too. Especially when there's another person who has lost his peace comes near to exploit the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turn to my player and listen to His words through the songs. I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I would be able to sleep well tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116040588656280291?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116040588656280291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116040588656280291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116040588656280291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116040588656280291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-you-sleep-while-wind-blows.html' title='Can you sleep while the wind blows?'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-116006384291097046</id><published>2006-10-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:03:38.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitterness. Frustrations. Anger.</title><content type='html'>I need to get this out of my chest. And mind eventually. Please God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been wanting to reply to a certain Mr C's SMS this morning. A SMS that would probably end our communication and severe our ties with each other from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought: Is it worth? I just can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are reading this, yes, YOU, this post is for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I was trying to put across was that you do not need to tell me your "ups and downs" in your life, simply because it does not affect me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES, put it simply, I AM NOT DARN INTERESTED IN WHATEVER THAT IS HAPPENING IN YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please stop using phrases like "sharing joyous occasions with a friend" and dropping me SMSes such as "today is the shittest day of my life", "I have never felt so good in my life" etc because 1) I really dunno if "friend" is a correct word to describe our relationship; 2) I simply do not need to know if your day is good, your work is going on well blah blah blah; 3) All these coming from you sound so insincere, fake, non-genuine. And it disgusts me. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think I was boring you with my "o theories of life", I apologise. But then again, why should I? I guess coming from a sales person's perspective, it is natural that I try to put &lt;em&gt;negative&lt;/em&gt; things across in an indirect way. So as to soften the impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this doesn't work for you huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last time, again, if you really want to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm really glad that you have found your own motivations in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your belief in YOUrself has once again caused me to increase my sympathy towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am NOT IN THE LEAST INTERESTED to hear from you how things are turning better (or worse) for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The next time you send me a text or attempt to ask me out, please be prepared that I may ignore you completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-116006384291097046?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/116006384291097046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=116006384291097046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116006384291097046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/116006384291097046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/10/bitterness-frustrations-anger.html' title='Bitterness. Frustrations. Anger.'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115987480551607595</id><published>2006-10-03T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:13:18.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, having tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't really place a reason why. I felt a tad of pain somewhere deep down in my heart. My brain told me the pain was made up of sorrow and regret 'cause it can only appear in dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down to 11 more days to BBK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115987480551607595?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115987480551607595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115987480551607595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115987480551607595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115987480551607595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115971805112584087</id><published>2006-10-01T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:19:39.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passions</title><content type='html'>Blogger is getting menopaused these days. I gotta wait for 3 songs to pass before I come to this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a short one, 'cause I think I really need to turn in early to numb my Monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things on my mind this week: Music and MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the only similarity is that they both start with a "M", I know in reality they are far apart. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But interestingly, music and MJ go together, and the feeling is great, especially listening to oldies like ABBA and Bee Gees with the "ga", "pong" and "gang" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess MJ has never really left my system, as much as music is still in me. And coming back to the activity, I realised, has kinda created a bonding between me and the Gang. Yes, I even started going watch football with them (gasp!) And the feeling is nice, I mean MJ and cracking corny jokes, laughing at one another's "amateur-ity" and watching CNA at the same time, watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the thought someone brought up the other night: Will we still remain like this when we eat the big 4-0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's service worship was short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have gotten Paradise Worship Band to perform and it was totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they are coming to Max Pavilion, I did some research on their background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Sebastian, the 2003 Australian Idol, sings for Paradise Community Church. His brother, Ollie Sebastian, is the worship leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are incredible vocalists. I was hoping Guy would make a special appearance, but I guess he must be busy promoting his albums. Nevertheless, his brother's presence and vocals were good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new song they sang this morning - I'm gonna be up there next week to sing it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am getting a little bit excited about my debut appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can be there. Read about your frustrations. Though I'm not sure of what's happening in your life right now that make you sound so depressed, I hope it's nothing serious and you could get out of the situation soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can be there too. You look great the other day, and I have to say I almost fell in love with you &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you guys can be there. Not just to hear me sing, but to experience the true feeling of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115971805112584087?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115971805112584087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115971805112584087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115971805112584087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115971805112584087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/10/passions.html' title='Passions'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115943926524303784</id><published>2006-09-28T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:18:37.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy...</title><content type='html'>Guess what? My social life is picking up again whee! Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (Today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a familiar face during lunch today. Actually I had known since some time back he's working in the same tower as I am, and I'd surely bump into him some ways or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the other time when I was &lt;em&gt;hurrying&lt;/em&gt; to take the office lift after I came back from lunch. I saw him standing at the lift lobby area and chatting, presumably, with his colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like the other time when I was &lt;em&gt;hurrying &lt;/em&gt;to get out of the office tower to get to the train station. I saw him standing outside the office tower and chatting, presumably, with his colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both times, I was in a hurry, and both times I thought we made eye contact yet we did not acknowledge each other. In normal circumstances, I would have stopped and said &lt;em&gt;hi&lt;/em&gt;, and probably would have gone... &lt;em&gt;oh din know you are working here too, good to see you again... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason being. *Cough* I had some issues with him, like almost 1.5 years ago, which I probably won't elaborate here. Let's just say he's someone I thought is cute and fun to hang out with, but because of some things that he had done, which I thought were against my moral values and in a way, disgusted, irked and irritated me, that I decided to break off my contact with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. I bumped into him at the restaurant I was lunching today. This time, there was no chance to hurry off, 'cos our eye contact was more than 1 second the minute I stepped into the restaurant. And so timely, he had just finished lunch, and I had just found a table to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. He walked over to my table, and the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hi, long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me (acting surprised): Hello, you are working here too?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oh ya, I changed my job, now stationed at tower one. I saw you a couple of times back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me (acting even more surprised): Really? I thought I saw you too. But I wasn't sure. Anyway which floor is your office at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I'm at level 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me (in genuine surprise): Serious? I'm one floor below!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Haha... We should meet for lunch one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me (glad that the converstaion is coming to an end): Sure! See you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after he left, I checked my phonebook. Yup, his name is no longer in there. No doubt. He still looks cute and charming. Well, let's see if he really calls for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to have a team bonding session with my department over drinks at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wanted to meet up for shopping and drinks with me at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fren invited me for happy hour at Boat Quay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. I proceeded with Plan A. One of my colleagues in the department, KW, is travelling out of Singapore for the next 1o days. And I thought we should gather for some entertainment before he flys off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a bet challenge KW lost to us, the 3 ladies in the team (myself, Lil &amp; La) were treated to Tony Romas for dinner, before we headed down to Middle Road for some entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. There was great dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was KTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have to spend a single cent, except on cab fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfect. Except for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was work on the next day for all of us, except for KW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish the night off. I received a SMS late in the night, which I din know how to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, deep down, I can relate to the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like... an unspoken feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like... the words are turning in my mind but I can't bring them to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like... I wish I can tell you... &lt;em&gt;you tell me where, and I will be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treated the gals lunch at Sizzler's. It was a good bonding session with Lil &amp;amp; La. Shared some juicy news and secrets. Indeed, it was a happy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a SMS from KW at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KW: I am at Boat Quay. Wanna join me for drinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Apparently, the same text was mass sent to Lil &amp; La as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: No thanks. I'm now in my PJs. If your invitation has come 4 hours earlier, I would definitely come join you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KW: Sorry for the last minute. Am planning to get wasted. Plenty of drinks here. Call me if you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idols results night! Was planning to get home as soon as I knocked off. Apparently, KW was meeting a certain Mr KL, and the invitation to coffee with them at City Link was irresistable, because of a certain trait of Mr KL ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. Coffee at TCC was peaceful and *erm* predictable. Mr KL was kinda shy with 2 other gals (myself and La) around. Man of few words, we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hady is the SI for 2006! I've always admired talents with wide range of vocals, although Jon seemed to be the more marketable Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans to watch Forbidden City was cancelled. 'Cos the good seats were all taken up. Shall wait for next year then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you still wanna watch with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115943926524303784?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115943926524303784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115943926524303784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115943926524303784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115943926524303784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/09/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy...'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115927207869691709</id><published>2006-09-26T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:35:24.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it lingers</title><content type='html'>You know some SMSes that linger in your head? Mine goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Today is a productive day for me, at work I mean. Sleep tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XX: Well done.. I'm proud of you. Good night babe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it lingers, from last night in my dreams till this morning, to this very moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115927207869691709?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115927207869691709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115927207869691709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115927207869691709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115927207869691709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-it-lingers.html' title='And it lingers'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115898548188434070</id><published>2006-09-23T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:33:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok trailer part IV</title><content type='html'>I guess by the time I'm writing this, this would be old news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thailand coup has started and ended like almost 4 days now. I was still wondering if it was safe to go up there. But my colleague in Bangkok reassured me and even sent me some pictures of people posing in front of the tankers (with a peace sign) and smiling stupidly away at the cameras. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So coup or no coup, BKK, here I come. (3 weeks later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The IMF/World Bank Conference has come and gone. Everywhere in Suntec area is now back to normal, the retail, the restaurants, the traffic, the absence of the fences. EXCEPT for the flowers. I just saw one worker watering the flora the other day. I seriously wonder how long are they gonna keep the flowers till (before they wither and die)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115898548188434070?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115898548188434070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115898548188434070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115898548188434070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115898548188434070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/09/bangkok-trailer-part-iv.html' title='Bangkok trailer part IV'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115832338702670362</id><published>2006-09-15T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:31:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train of thoughts on a Friday night</title><content type='html'>"We should catch up over drinks one of these days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last thing we said before we parted on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was also the last thing he said 4 years ago after he learnt of my decison to leave the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, both instances never happened. And in between, we sort of lost contact, and only bumped into each other just recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why did it not happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, to him, it was just a casual parting remark - used in high frequency to acquaintances whom he deems to have the highest possibility of not meeting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, he is just not interested in catching up and maintaining a casual friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, he is afraid that there are not enough common topics to talk about, and by his own introvert nature, would end up in awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, he is really, really, really busy. So I cheekily told him, Mr Dedicated Employee, I was half expecting your reply that you wouldn't be able to get away from your work to meet me for dinner and drinks this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't really blame him for any of the above. Am just glad that we managed to bump into each other after four years, and surprise surprise, he still has my mobile number stored in his handphone. We had a short chat, he brought me to the place where I was supposed to go, cos I kind of lost my sense of directions, and called up after to make sure I was at the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just some thoughts. Nothing serious, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115832338702670362?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115832338702670362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115832338702670362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115832338702670362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115832338702670362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/09/train-of-thoughts-on-friday-night.html' title='Train of thoughts on a Friday night'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115799218490869010</id><published>2006-09-12T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:34:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Sam-Soon</title><content type='html'>OK, I just finished my last disc of the show. Yeah, spent 1 day and 4 hours piah-ing the show - 16 discs in all. I know, it's crazy, but then again, if you are hooked onto a show, you will understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gal&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;How lovely it is to be the one I love, especially when he's rich, tall, cute-looking and has his own charming temperamental moments... Oh, did I mention I'm fat, loud, crude at times, not a graduate, know only to make pastries, and have MY OWN temperamental moments too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Why on earth, of all women, did I choose to be with her? When she's fat, loud, crude at times, not a graduate, knows only to make pastries, snores, walks like a clumsy bear and has an equally bear-like temper? Oh well... Love is blind. Yeah, and it's childish too (at times).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm gonna be a zombie when I wake up tomorrow. (If I can get up, that is.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115799218490869010?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115799218490869010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115799218490869010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115799218490869010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115799218490869010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-lovely-sam-soon.html' title='My Lovely Sam-Soon'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115798133366262870</id><published>2006-09-11T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:18:50.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is 11 September. Coincidentally, it is also the first day of the IMF/World Bank Conference at Suntec Convention Centre. Some of my colleagues have chosen to take MC and work from home LOL. For me, I woke up slightly later so I could arrive at office later to avoid the traffic. (Ya like real. Actually, I just felt lazy to get up, as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was expecting major traffic jams and frequent security checks at my office tower this morning. Thankfully, the traffic was clear. In fact, since most of the roads are closed, there were fewer cars on the roads. All you see are fences set up as road blockages, more MIBs (Men In Blue) stationed at City Hall station, and even more MIBs at the road junctions. Apart from all these, there are also various interesting sights to observe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Strangely looking flowers that pop up at the road sides out of the blue. When I meant strangely looking, I meant they look out of place. Imagine you see daisies and sunflower looking flowers “planted” amongst the greens, that were not supposed to be there a month ago. I guess the additional flora is meant to put on smiles on the international delegates, so that they can add on to our “4 million smiles”. I wonder if the flowers would be removed after the event is over? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I saw a group of giggling gals taking pictures by the roadside. They looked so happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I take a picture there without looking so "sua gu"? It might be the only chance since you seldom see such a beautiful "garden" right in the middle of the central business district. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Confused looking pedestrians – me, as one example – when they come to a road block at every turn. If you are driving to the area, I would suggest you don’t. And if you are a pedestrian or motorist, and as confused as me, I suggest you go to &lt;a href="http://www.sunteccity.com.sg/s2006/"&gt;http://www.sunteccity.com.sg/s2006/&lt;/a&gt; and memorise every road junction that is closed to the public during this period. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) My colleague spotted a small tentage on the ROOF TOP of the building opposite my office tower. Roof top leh, dun play play, I wonder if there are snipers keeping watch on these buildings, like the Swisotel, or the Millennia Tower to keep a look out for terroists LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Fences, fences and more fences. And sometimes accompanied by stations that have those X-rays to scan your bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a picture of the MIB on my way walking to the station. But, I din wanna risk being locked up. I may attempt again tomorrow, if there is a chance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/fence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115798133366262870?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115798133366262870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115798133366262870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115798133366262870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115798133366262870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115763328707552422</id><published>2006-09-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:48:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some rules</title><content type='html'>Dear frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever attempt to organise a gathering or ask you out, some DON'Ts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ask questions like "Who's going huh? Who else you asked? Is so and so going? Where you guys going? Doing what after that? What time you guys be hanging out till?"&lt;br /&gt;2) Ask the above AND in the end dun turn up.&lt;br /&gt;3) Simply ignore my invitation. People also need to plan and reserve seats, just in case, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm not trying to be mean. But here are some DOs which I will definitely appreciate from the bottom of my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Reply to my SMS if you are game to turn up or not.&lt;br /&gt;2) Suggest some other places to go if you feel that you are not that keen in the place I proposed and yet feel like meeting up.&lt;br /&gt;3) Have the basic courtesy to inform you are not turning up last minute due to unforseen circumstances (without going through the point 1 process mentioned in the DON'Ts list).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 rules each. I'm not demanding but think of it when you are the one who's in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHeers : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115763328707552422?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115763328707552422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115763328707552422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115763328707552422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115763328707552422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-rules.html' title='Some rules'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115708301395879050</id><published>2006-09-01T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:56:53.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok trailer part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/baiyoke%20suite%20confirmation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/baiyoke%20suite%20confirmation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining, the breeze is cooling, birds are chirping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, our hotel's reservation is confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BESTEST of all, I just finished hosting a web conference meeting sucessfully with various parties in U.S., Thailand and Singapore - from home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115708301395879050?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115708301395879050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115708301395879050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115708301395879050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115708301395879050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/09/bangkok-trailer-part-iii.html' title='Bangkok trailer part III'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115704192657851414</id><published>2006-09-01T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:35:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok trailer part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/asia%20hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/asia%20hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a piece of good news. The hotel we wanted to stay (Asia Hotel) has no more room for us (via Internet booking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we have to go for plan B - Baiyoke Suite, which is slightly away from the city centre (where MBK shopping centre and the happening places are), but at cheaper rates. Which means gotta invest in the cab fare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115704192657851414?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115704192657851414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115704192657851414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115704192657851414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115704192657851414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/09/bangkok-trailer-part-ii.html' title='Bangkok trailer part II'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115694500614971719</id><published>2006-08-30T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:36:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok trailer part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Jetstar%20confirm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Jetstar%20confirm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally happening! I'm going Bangkok finally! All thanks to Estee and her beau, who kindly gave up his voucher which entitles us to a $116 discount off the normal ticket price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So total damage (for flight &amp; hotel): ($302+$207)/2 pax = $254.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means no more shopping and additional expenditure for 1.5 months till 13 Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115694500614971719?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115694500614971719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115694500614971719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115694500614971719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115694500614971719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/08/bangkok-trailer-part-i.html' title='Bangkok trailer part I'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115669594594150424</id><published>2006-08-28T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:18:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super supper!</title><content type='html'>4 lonely souls on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;+ Beer, nuts, CJ XLB &amp;amp; lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;= The perfect remedy to Monday blues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Rotation%20of%20Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Rotation%20of%20Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Rotation%20of%20Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Rotation%20of%20Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Rotation%20of%20Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Rotation%20of%20Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Rotation%20of%20Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Rotation%20of%20Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Rotation%20of%20Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Rotation%20of%20Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115669594594150424?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115669594594150424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115669594594150424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115669594594150424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115669594594150424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/08/super-supper.html' title='Super supper!'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115591828870623500</id><published>2006-08-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:15:56.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relevation</title><content type='html'>This is not a post on the last book of the Bible. But I thought this is appropriate since what I'm gonna talk about concern some issues which help me build up some insights of what is currently happening in my own private (empty) love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege of dining with two men - on separate occasions this week - whom, at one point in time, had much influence over my emotional state of world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have thought meeting them alone would bring back some fond memories, and I might just succumb to another attack of my emotions by the weakness of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this period, I believe some perspectives have been put in place. No doubt there may be times when you feel that being with someone you once thought could bring you the happiness that you desire, you might be surprised that this urge of reconciliation has gradually evaporated into the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I've fallen into the pits, get myself hurt, regain the strength to face the world and have my wounds healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for all the things that have formed a part of my life. Some things are never meant to be kept. But at least, some parts of the past have become memories, and memories are, just memories. We are ready to move on with our own lives, yet can halt at the same step to call one another "friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important of all, I'm thankful that I would never have to fall into the same pit twice to realise what courtship, love, friendship are all about really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115591828870623500?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115591828870623500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115591828870623500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115591828870623500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115591828870623500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/08/relevation.html' title='Relevation'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115557309347387420</id><published>2006-08-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:15:43.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of fun and shagginess</title><content type='html'>Yup. Finally gotten to blog all these chalet photos. Realised I've not taken many pics of myself. Yeeks, cos of the spot on my face. Cos I feel I've not been very photogenic lately. Cos I wanna see the smiles on my gang's faces. And to keep them too : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, long story short, pictures say a million words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Resize%20of%20IMGP1377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Resize%20of%20IMGP1377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the boys at Tiong Bahru Plaza food court. We met for lunch after their basketball game. Had decided to shop for the BBQ stuff later at the NTUC. Verdict from a critic food appreciator (not me): DUN PATONISE THE BAK KUT TEH STALL COS IT SUCKS!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Added with lotsa curses...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Resize%20of%20IMGP1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Resize%20of%20IMGP1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the happy boy with the chips after a rotten lunch. And yes, Mr Lim, you finished another pack of chips by yourself. No wonder you were grinning from ear to ear. That should make up for the lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Rotation%20of%20Resize%20of%20IMGP1381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Rotation%20of%20Resize%20of%20IMGP1381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mr Chan learning to skate for the very first time. To protect his identity due to his sensitive occupation (he might be involved in dangerous missions at times), he shall be featured headless here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Resize%20of%20IMGP1382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Resize%20of%20IMGP1382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boys at work. Task 1: To get the fire started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Resize%20of%20IMGP1386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Resize%20of%20IMGP1386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task 2: To get the food cooked (not burnt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Resize%20of%20IMGP1389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Resize%20of%20IMGP1389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys at rest. What a rare opportunity to get the hunks together. Especially Mr Lau, whose ego has been boosted recently by a pair of 34(D/E/F?) assets. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken 5 years ago. You guys had taken some kinda Botox injections? This is not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Resize%20of%20IMGP1390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Resize%20of%20IMGP1390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Back to the present: The abandoned marshmallows... Dun worry you are not forgotten, you still taste as nice, crispy on the outside, yummy on the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Resize%20of%20IMGP1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Resize%20of%20IMGP1391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I's MJ time! The must-have activity to keep us awake. 2 things to note:&lt;br /&gt;1) If you drink, dun play.&lt;br /&gt;2) If you drink and play, then you must learn to TCSS, and still remain as the banker towards the last of the game to emerge as the ultimate winner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Resize%20of%20IMGP1393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Resize%20of%20IMGP1393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Like our Mr Lam. Surely, there are down times of a winner. Cheer up, there are better times ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/Resize%20of%20IMGP1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/Resize%20of%20IMGP1394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From boys to men. From girls to women. Cheers to our 14th year, and many, many more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/group.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/group.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash back: Group picture taken in 2001 chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author's note: Thanks for the memories. You are the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115557309347387420?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115557309347387420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115557309347387420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115557309347387420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115557309347387420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-fun-and-shagginess.html' title='Of fun and shagginess'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115548220519958702</id><published>2006-08-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:16:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so tired after coming back from the chalet. Had wanted to blog the pictures but think I'd leave it to another day. Still feeling rather emotional about some things that happened before in the past, the present, and thinking about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115548220519958702?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115548220519958702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115548220519958702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115548220519958702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115548220519958702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115535230657337561</id><published>2006-08-12T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:14:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something happening</title><content type='html'>Yeah! For once in my no-social life for a while. I'm going to a chalet! With BBQ and booz yahooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to have some nice photos uploaded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Maybe it's been the sparing of too much time on my hands. Been thinking of him and seeing his face whenever I passed by those places we have frequent.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115535230657337561?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115535230657337561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115535230657337561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115535230657337561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115535230657337561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-happening.html' title='Something happening'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115401280351752104</id><published>2006-07-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:20:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it</title><content type='html'>I couldn't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do it. And I did it. Had done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist myself but sent in my applications when I saw the postings for Account Manager for two pharmaceutical MNCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dun misunderstand. I'm not sick of my current job (yet). I enjoy the experience, appreciate the company culture and environment. But there's Something missing. Somehow, though the satisfaction is there - not that Great, in terms of monetary, as yet - I can't really determine if this is what I wanna do in the next 3 to 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated when I first saw the posting for MNC no. 1. Because I din wanna go through the long enduring interview processes once again, and find myself yet another disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I saw another posting for MNC no. 2 and I know I just need to click one button, and my destiny could be changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as a sales person in the pharmaceutical industry has always been my dream. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you get to earn good money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos the industry is always in demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you get to meet (cute/handsome/smart) doctors. Hopefully those young, intellectual-looking ones. I dun mean those old uncle type, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to, what some people would say, "try my luck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know darn well, whatever that's planned for me, will be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should pray and ask about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115401280351752104?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115401280351752104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115401280351752104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115401280351752104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115401280351752104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-did-it.html' title='I did it'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428306.post-115384043484887622</id><published>2006-07-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:16:28.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red is my favourite color</title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be spending again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help getting this for myself. Sigh, call me a sucker for sleek stuff. This shall be my last time, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hopefully, this would motivate me for my QT :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/IMGP1365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/IMGP1365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/640/IMGP1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/90/1278/320/IMGP1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7428306-115384043484887622?l=watever123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/feeds/115384043484887622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7428306&amp;postID=115384043484887622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115384043484887622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7428306/posts/default/115384043484887622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watever123.blogspot.com/2006/07/red-is-my-favourite-color.html' title='Red is my favourite color'/><author><name>lis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
