<?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-9334683</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:50:34.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Blooms your day</title><subtitle type='html'>A relaxing form of entertainment for all youngs and olds.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chewys</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334683.post-2267222745536545675</id><published>2009-11-10T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:28:51.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;北方飘来的风, 一瞬间吹走了整片沙漠，只留下一片&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;废墟。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-2267222745536545675?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/2267222745536545675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=2267222745536545675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/2267222745536545675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/2267222745536545675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-4145120597922210881</id><published>2008-06-08T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:13:13.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't recall how many times i've missed the camp bus. Just countless times. And its always when I reach the waiting point, I see the AZ drive past me. damn it. and i have to turn back, squeeze with the crowd again, catch the train to boon lay and take 182.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However if i din miss the camp bus that Friday, I wouldn't have seen my eng teacher. She still look and dress the same. Giant sized tee that made her look like shes wearing pyjamas to work. lol. Glad that she still rem me. During my sec sch days, she really gave us a lot of guidance both in studies and in life and she was the one that inspired us to work towards our dreams. and i can't believe i actually forgot to thank her cause time was too tight. hais. really hope there'll be another chance to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shall sleep early to catch the bus tomorrow~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;2mr is monday!! I'm wishing for monday greens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-4145120597922210881?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/4145120597922210881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=4145120597922210881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/4145120597922210881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/4145120597922210881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-recall-how-many-times-ive-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-3385316399499256446</id><published>2008-05-27T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:24:45.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Conclusion after 1 yr spent in this unit: clerical job sux....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Certainly not my cup of tea either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-3385316399499256446?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/3385316399499256446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=3385316399499256446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3385316399499256446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3385316399499256446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/conclusion-after-1-yr-in-unit-clerical.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-4563036709710214730</id><published>2008-05-25T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:21:22.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Last sat had a good catching up with them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tst's&lt;/span&gt; house...everyone is still coping well with their stuffs in hand which is good to hear.... guys with army and gals with uni. Just that both tst and I were dying to ord fast....haix....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; this time round since we're all sick of k and minds. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; pits I have seen so far were all on ground level but for his, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; actually two pits storeys up. Quite interesting but certainly a headache when you have to bring your items all the way up there or even go all the way down for toilet breaks. It's not senior citizens friendly indeed. However, I must admit the environment upstairs was simply fantastic when dawn falls. The night view was dazzling. You can also actually see the reflections of the pool casted on the windows of the apartments itself. A mesmerising sight. The a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mbience&lt;/span&gt; of the place was very comfortable and relaxed. Plus the lighting effect of the area makes it have some kind of 情调. Really a nice place to chill and chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saw a few stars in the sky and there came this debate of whether its a satellite or a star, thanks to the presence of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;astrogirl&lt;/span&gt; :) She can really get excited at the sight of just a full moon. lol. I'm glad we still haven lost the 默契we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hours was always short lived. Few hours of chatting and it was time to go. I just feel moments of this was precious and ought to be treasured. In the future, I suppose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; even lesser chance for such gatherings cause we will all be engaged in work matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i end my post, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; a picture of 流星花园 - 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204329137627686930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EiGzsZit2E/SDl9xuaDaBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ISRdHnbWa_Q/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Friends are like polished gems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-4563036709710214730?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/4563036709710214730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=4563036709710214730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/4563036709710214730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/4563036709710214730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-sat-had-good-catching-up-with-them.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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/_2EiGzsZit2E/SDl9xuaDaBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ISRdHnbWa_Q/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334683.post-473560289862679692</id><published>2008-05-21T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:51:36.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The joy of tutoring comes from the improvement of your students' grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of mid year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He made a huge leap from a miserable 17 to a pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She scored distinction for maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She improved by 20+ in her weakest subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was among the top for science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel a sense of accomplishment here :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-473560289862679692?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/473560289862679692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=473560289862679692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/473560289862679692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/473560289862679692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/joy-of-tutoring-comes-from-improvement.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-2961724308422192220</id><published>2008-05-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:35:57.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The greatest fear of my dentist came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the separators between my upper molars dropped off during showering. lol. I tried to put it back by force but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think will have to call the dental side tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-2961724308422192220?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/2961724308422192220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=2961724308422192220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/2961724308422192220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/2961724308422192220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/greatest-fear-of-my-dentist-came-true.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-3925937367800915812</id><published>2008-05-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:53:44.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;看到四周发生的灾害，我的确深受感言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;好好的一个人，受大难的摧残后导致四肢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;瘫痪，庆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;幸的是他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;生存了，悲惨的是以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的路将不容易&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;走。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;他的确&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;需要超凡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;意志勇敢的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;活下去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在晚报，我看到了这则新闻，说道一名父母用身&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;体&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;制造堵“墙”，来保护女儿，最后两者双双丧命，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但却救了他们的宝贝女儿。在灾难中，往往都会看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;到人们现真情。这对伟大的父母不熄一切代价，牺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;牲了自己，为的是想保住女儿的性命。的确很伟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;大！我看了顿时泪流眼眶，实在感人肺腑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我知道女孩过后知道真相后一定会悲痛欲绝，那是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;难免得。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但我相信她将会活得更有冲劲，更有意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;义，因为父母的使命将肩托在她身上，而他们也永&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;远活在她的心中。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;一个高达7.8级在四川的地震就这&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;样夺走了几上千条&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;人命，告诉我们生命的脆弱。为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;什&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;么那些死者的家&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;属会如此的伤心？不因有血缘的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;关系，而是人归人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;都是活生生有感情的生物。我们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁也不希望亲眼目&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;睹此事件的发生。如今灾害过后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;才把矛头指&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;向建造&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;商又有何用？他们的赔偿能弥补&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;罹难者家属&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;心里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的创伤吗？不能。但这事件将&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;警惕商家在选购建&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;筑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;材料时不能再偷工减料了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;目&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;前挖掘工程还在进行，虽然希望已不大，但我相&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;仍然会有奇迹发生。被困在瓦斯底成的生存者何&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;尝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不也希望他们微薄的呻吟声能唤到救援的到来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这次&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;救援活动，新加坡也派了五十五名精英部队&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;到了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;四&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;川省，并挖掘了五具尸体。除了我国，其他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;参与&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;国家包括日本，香港，台湾等。由此可见各&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;国团结的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;力量。中国也宣布在各省举行三天的哀悼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;会，让国人为罹难者默哀。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;如今捐款活&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;动正在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我国遍地举行，许多集团也不惜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;捐款，希望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;所筹的款项&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;能帮到这些难民。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;所谓有钱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;出钱，有力&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;出力。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;以宗教的角度看，我们这些凡夫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;也涌现了菩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;萨界，&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;把慈悲的种子撒向各地。另一方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;面，某些没有道德心的组织竟趁火打劫，趁机捞一&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;把。果真沉浸在饿鬼界，被一个“贪”字给做为，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;久久难以脱身。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不要犹豫了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;让我们同心协力，共同尽一分力，振&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;救在四川和&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;缅甸的难民吧！我相信人间是有温情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-3925937367800915812?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/3925937367800915812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=3925937367800915812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3925937367800915812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3925937367800915812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/7.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-8622596106028396242</id><published>2008-05-18T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T04:26:40.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;终于赚到足够的钱绑牙。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;少了一样东西愁。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;接下是愁学车费。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;加油！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;有付出就有回报。天底下没有不劳而获的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-8622596106028396242?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/8622596106028396242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=8622596106028396242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/8622596106028396242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/8622596106028396242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-1318271876167939026</id><published>2008-05-16T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:28:55.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Recently my friend's grandfather just passed away. He regretted not treating him nicer when he was still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. We don't know what will happen the next day or even the next hour or the next minute. So let us really treasure our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who will always tide with us through crisis. They are the ones whom never fail to offer a listening ear without any complaints. Let us not take them from granted from this moment onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always waiting for tomorrow to say those words to them. Let us all grab hold of the chance to say "I love you", "Im sorry" , "Thank you" , "Please forgive me" to them from now on. In every case, even if tomorrow doesn't comes, we will not live in regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if he knows this is the last time he is sending him off at the door, he will definitely give him a warmest hug and a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-1318271876167939026?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/1318271876167939026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=1318271876167939026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1318271876167939026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1318271876167939026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/recently-my-friends-grandfather-just.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-2805373053048075866</id><published>2008-05-16T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:13:24.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; got a big big shock today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dental MA in the moring for the putting of the separators. It causes much discomfort during eating. haix. Pain here pain there. I really ought to enjoy all the good foods now before i really lose the chance to do so. haha. The dentist had warned me to refrain from eating sticky foods cause later the separators will drop off and I will swallow it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got MC for the day so i messaged G.U.P. I knew it for sure that his reply will be a long scolding or either that he will call me up to ask about my MC. Im already used to it. 5 mins later, my phone vibrated. To my amazement, the reply was," k. rest well. " Im totally appalled by what I see on the screen la. Did he eat the wrong medicine? My friend actually noticed me smile after reading the SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I stop doubting his kind intentions? I always think that for everything he does is to benefit himself only. A hyprocrite I will say. But has that particular incident really shaped his mindset? Has he really amended his ways and attitude? I really cannot tell for now. Time will tell it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Im looking forward to the clique cum class BBQ on Vesak day. It was a last minute change from the previous plan of MINDS CAFE. Hope everything turns out fine. Looking back, the last time I went to a class BBQ was actually in sec2. wow. Time really flies. Must really treasure every minute now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will be a 3D2N Phuket Trip with my JC cliques coming June. So far the people confirmed going are TST, Kiwi, cat lover and baobao. The army guys will have some problems with the leaves. Have to seek approval from superiors and make sure we do have enough to take. Blah blah blah. However the major problem is still to persuade ky to go for the trip. lol. Its expected but we won't give up. We are now researching on the accomodation portion. The rates and the accessibility from the city are important factors to consider. When everything is finalised then I will post up the itinery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, finally a long weekend to enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-2805373053048075866?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/2805373053048075866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=2805373053048075866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/2805373053048075866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/2805373053048075866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-big-big-shock-today.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-1617058740236341760</id><published>2008-05-10T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:05:16.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Last Saturday was college day and my beloved junior jio me back to nj. din wan to at first but its better than rotting at home. when we were at the nj gate, suddenly evything seems so unfamiliar. all new faces and i could not recognise anyone . haha. time to 认老了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, they had concerts and food stalls for college day. the food doesn't look appealing. seriously. if i were to rate the food rite, all can really fail like hell. one guy came to us with soaken sandwiches. we rejected anyone that came to us with food in their hands. they really look pathetic. hah. anw we're alrdy bad enough for nt supporting our former houses. then we went on to meet our co juniors first. by right, since i've alrdy graduated 2yrs ago, i wun noe anyone there but i still managed to see 2 familiar faces!! haha.. johnny and liuxuan. johnny was my roomate during japan trip 2yrs ago. can see he has grown up a lot. that time me and kangwei really 被他气死了. haha. Also, im totally surprised the conductor still remembered me. haha. he asked y i've become so dark. lol. ns what. we chatted on our vocs oso. quite a hearty chat. hes still as bubbly and humorous as b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we left to see the teachers which was my main aim in returing to college. the coincidence was me and cindy having the same bio and chem teacher. ya n we saw mr wee walked out of the hall. just in time to stop him. we went to consult him on the courses part but din expect too much out of it. cause u noe... haha. and he told us hes still young and may be switching career anytime. whereas, ms chua was a diff case. can see she really like what shes doing now. That's what i call passion. She mentioned something which i do agree with. just keep ur career options open for now. get into the course u want first, u'll never know whether ur job interests will change in uni. one gd news. shes getting married soon. we're both very happy for her. she really got the 幸福女人look on her face. and khoo pek har rem my face but not my name. is chinese name that hard to rem?? maybe shes getting into her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to wait for the juniors for a grp dinner but decided to go off first cos my stomach couldn't stand it. so went to kap for dinner. had a gd catching up with my junior. shes always that entertaining. wait till the next co concert for more chattings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: LT5 really changed a lot. It really looked like some grand theatrette from outside but not much changes inside the LT except the seats are all dyed red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-1617058740236341760?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/1617058740236341760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=1617058740236341760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1617058740236341760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1617058740236341760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-saturday-was-college-day-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-4948147425995766017</id><published>2008-05-06T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:05:30.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4月30日-我得到言语上的解脱.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;回想起我入兵的时候,现在以经过了差不多一年半&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;时间了. 现在就剩6余月了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[忍一时风平浪静,退一步海阔天空&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;如果与他硬碰硬,最&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;后遭殃的还是自己. 不值得我这&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;做. 因为我的前途&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;依然无量.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加油!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-4948147425995766017?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/4948147425995766017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=4948147425995766017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/4948147425995766017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/4948147425995766017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/430.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-733591488079239963</id><published>2008-05-06T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:05:46.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;何谓责任感? 三个简单的字体拼奏成一个看似深奥的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;词汇...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我之前请教了干事, 从中领悟到它的道理.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;责任感是一种自动自发的力量, 促使你完成自己本身&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;所相信的事情. 外在的影响将无法动摇它.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这卡通图描述的就是责任感.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197504907354072450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EiGzsZit2E/SCE_LPkwZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JhVbIynr6VM/s320/2332624474_be75f8fd8c.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ 雨水仍然得落下,因为它肩负着大自然的使命来&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;滋润大地，&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;而不会因某人的耽误停止掉&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;落. ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;责任感或许能与持之以恒联想在一起. 一旦下定了决&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;心,就得把事情彻底做完,千万不能半途而废.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这种美德是从小就该培养起的. 但现在开始也不迟,先&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;从琐碎的小事慢慢负起责任. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;是时候检讨一番了....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-733591488079239963?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/733591488079239963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=733591488079239963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/733591488079239963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/733591488079239963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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/_2EiGzsZit2E/SCE_LPkwZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JhVbIynr6VM/s72-c/2332624474_be75f8fd8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334683.post-1226306935892033366</id><published>2008-03-31T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:06:07.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Something made my day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NA tutee actually called and clarified with me the topics for the test next week as well as the questions for the homework. haha. For someone who skips classes and doesn't pay attention in class, I was totally surprised he did that. He also confessed to me that he played games during classes and had never completed any school homeworks. Even his mum had no means to get him to do. lol. Well, I din scold him as I know this type of carefree attitude towards studies is quite common among adolescents. I was a student before so I know. Its just a matter of time before you see the main purpose of studying - to create value in your life. Its more than just contributing to society and earning money. Every lesson without fail, I will be telling him some food for thoughts. I remember once telling him this, "Everyone can give up on you but if you give up on yourself, then its the end. " This is very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That simple call from him made me realised my hardwork hasn't gone into drain. If he is willing to learn, I will be willing to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, actually a good tutor doesn't mean you get straight A's, you are one. Rather, its the patience you put in tutoring the student and the guidances you give to guide them into getting on the right track in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes life is that busy that even the closest of you say your family won't have time to tell you the meanings of life. It is usually the teachers who had motivated these people unknowingly and there they are standing as prolific scientists, prominent doctors and professionals in their areas of study. To end of, I really think teachers are very noble people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-1226306935892033366?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/1226306935892033366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=1226306935892033366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1226306935892033366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1226306935892033366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-made-my-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-4039098070575456870</id><published>2008-03-30T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:06:25.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;yst i did a damn malu thing-to sing in front of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes like this. my mum came to me all of a sudden and asked whether i can accompany her to partyworld cos her client had booked one room there. the main reason was to see whether her client's daughter can sing cos she kept bugging them to bring her to a singing school. weird right? As u know lessons at these schools really cost a bomb. from what i hear the li wei song is actually 2 hrs for $180!!!from my opinion, its not as if ur guaranteed to be a singer in the future and then it will still be worth the investment later on. come on. somemore studies come first. i dun even know her client much more her daughters so at first i declined to go. however after much persuasion from her, i changed my mind. After all, my mouth feels itchy for some singing. haha. lol. rather, its FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached there at around 3pm. Saw her daughters and their father as well. both her daughters were quite sweet. lol. but I feel totally weird. who cares, im already there though. then when its time to choose songs, there was a moment of silence. Evryone was just embarrassed to start using their vocals. So, of coz i took the lead. lol. then after that the tension loosened. one thing is they actually commented my singing was good and asked whether i had professional coaching. lol. so i guessed her daughter must had changed her mind after hearing me sing. haha. i think its not v wise for her to get professional training unless she is from a well to do family. by looks of it, her family is quite well off. so yup i guess money isn't an issue so just go ahead with it loh. and my mum really had the talent for singing. she can sing deng li jun's songs damn well. and of coz, i sang some oldies too. somehow i feel oldies are nicer. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i shall wait till i've got enough money before i go and learn. haha. somewhat its one of my passion. im looking forward to get one keyboard too. 8more mths to ord. and i can just part with that measly $420 allowance. frankly speaking, how much can u save with 420 a mth. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin for a jog downstairs. finally understood the importance of health at this age. lol. i shall pen down here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-4039098070575456870?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/4039098070575456870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=4039098070575456870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/4039098070575456870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/4039098070575456870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/03/yst-i-did-damn-malu-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-696921292563150412</id><published>2008-03-22T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:06:39.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Friday was just like any other public holiday. To me was a day of pure rest. The feeling was great! For a long time, I haven't been experiencing up to 6 hrs of nap at one go. haha. In a way, I helped jesus to mo4 ai4 while rotting at home. Not bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised many things have changed. The environment I'm living in now is no longer the same as before. Even human relationships may change overtime. All except for family ties. So, Im indeed fortunate to have them standing by me no matter what happens. How good it will be if everything will remain constant in this world but I know that won't happen. If everything just comes to a stop at that moment, the society won't be able to improve. But somehow the pace is getting too fast. I seem to find myself having difficulty to breathe sometimes. I ought to take a rest soon.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions have been lost too. Im no longer as emo as before. Was wondering whether its a good sign after all. Im also lesser into thoughts ever since I enlisted. You will find it much more productive to spend time on recreational activities than indulging your thoughts in some pointless issues. Work keeps people occupied. That is so true. lol. And should I say I have become a happier person? Last time, I used to think a lot to name one, human nature. Was always seen in deep thoughts, even from point to point on the train, I will be thinking of many things that are still so far from reach. Not the case now anymore. The power of work overwhelmed my mind. Being emo is just another way of venting your frustrations. Well, I had already found my channel of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need some motivation to get going. lol. Life's a long long journey. Im at 1/5 of it liao. 4/5 to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-696921292563150412?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/696921292563150412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=696921292563150412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/696921292563150412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/696921292563150412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-was-just-like-any-other-public.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-8238899369268101681</id><published>2008-03-15T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:06:56.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;some random blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a magazine then i came across this little conversation of Alice in Wonderland and the mr rabbit. It is quite interesting though. This how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which path should I take?'' Alice in wonderland asked the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?" asked the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know." she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then it doesn't matter which road you take!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually does this scenario sounds familiar to you? Well, I'm sure everyone at some point in time will encounter the same situation. What's important is to set a plan for what you are going to do as achieving great goals in life starts with an effective plan. Once everthing is done, you will notice that the road is already laid down nicely for you. Just have to get going and overcome any obstacles along the way. At least you are on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, Im already into semi-ORD mood. Another 8+months and I will bid farewell to this heavenly place. Im so going to miss it. haha. Anyway i still remember enlisting like exactly 2 weeks after A's and I din really have time to ponder about the courses to take, the jobs to go into in the near future much more to self reflect. Whereas, ppl enlisting in Apr can afford the luxury to further explore their interests through internship and work. Though I had set my mind into studying science in NUS and already had a place reserved, who knows I may just switch courses. Shall just keep my options open until the application closes next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a friend telling me that many actually went into a course that he or she is not adept in but rather of interest. So is it because of the trend that young ppl are towards changes nowadays? Somehow, I have always seen him as a maths genius and perhaps majoring in statistics in uni so its kind of surprising when he said he wants to study business. For me, I always think its safer to study something you are good at. At least there is lesser risk involved. In this case, I think business is not exactly a profession. You can take part time night classes after you graduate from something more solid say engineering. In anyway, everything still boils down to the point that everyone regards different factors as most important while choosing their areas of studies so it really doesn't matter which one you choose. For instance, one may consider your educational background as very significant while another person may want to stress on personal style. As long as you have made up your mind, you will have to turn a deaf ear to other ppl's comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go to sleep now. tomorrow is 3.16, a very significant event that is worth commemorating. yeah! nitez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-8238899369268101681?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/8238899369268101681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=8238899369268101681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/8238899369268101681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/8238899369268101681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-random-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-2672920413834392922</id><published>2008-02-17T05:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:05:05.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just realised I haven been blogging for quite some time again. I ask myself whether its because im too busy or is it I have somehow lost the momentum to continue blogging. Life after 18 seems very fast paced. I really felt that. In the past during JC years, I wasn't at all keeping track of the time. Perhaps everything was quite routine and school hours wan't that long. All you have to be concerned is just plain studies and maybe your CCA if you have one. Ever since I enlisted, I just feel that time is no longer within my control. How much personal time you can set aside when work ends around 7pm almost every weekday? Priority will be given to your meetings, appointments, personal development courses etc. By the time you reached home, you are already half-drained. After having dinner and a wash-up, its time to bed and the same cycle repeats. True enough, everyone has the same 24 hours a day. It is just how u make use of it so time management comes in. I will have to re-adjust my schedules one of these days. I see no point in grumbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-2672920413834392922?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/2672920413834392922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=2672920413834392922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/2672920413834392922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/2672920413834392922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-realised-i-haven-been-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-490496628893205753</id><published>2007-11-28T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:05:24.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some random posting again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the busy days are over....hr audit and coc gone...i can relax a little bit liao....kind of excited and looking forward to dec for my long leave.....this time will be gg overseas with my friends to batam and some more kboxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having ippt 2mr...shall stop here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-490496628893205753?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/490496628893205753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=490496628893205753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/490496628893205753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/490496628893205753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-random-posting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-799189587765768062</id><published>2007-11-20T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:05:38.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our voice is a mysterious tool. It communicates far more than words alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what is it that makes an impact when we speak with someone? According to research, the actual content of the conversation accounts for only 7% of the total impression we make when we speak. Our facial expression accounts for 55%, the remaining 38% of the listener's perception is based on our voice and manner of speaking. Amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can choose our words cleverly to try to deceive other people but one thing for sure is we cannot choose our voice. This is because our voice forthrightly reveals our true character. For example, some people may try to lie but from the tone of speech, it is very difficult to deceive others because of his honest personality by nature. It also reveals our degree of cultivation as a human being. In short, our voice is unique for every single one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice is also a form of representation of our life condition. No matter which age group you belong to, you can be perceived as a weak-willed or strongly-determined person from the way you speak on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, our voices has the power to motivate and stir other people's lives if used appropriately. In sports, enthusiastically cheering and encouragement from friends and family will inspire you and your teammates to win. When you remain silent, it may just mean that you have fallen defeat and given up. The same may be reflective of life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is important to use our voices to voice out. If we suppress ourselves, swallow what needs to be said, we will not find our true and natural voice. In time to come, we will actually forget our own voice and lose ourselves in the process. However, we must also constantly remind ourselves not to use our voices in negative aspects like gossiping, creating conflicts and so on or else it will just defeat the purpose of touching people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, we must all make good use of our voices , to constantly invigorate and inspire ourselves and society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-799189587765768062?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/799189587765768062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=799189587765768062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/799189587765768062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/799189587765768062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-voice-is-mysterious-tool.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-5993697034590225216</id><published>2007-11-04T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:05:52.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once the night is over, HR Audit will be exactly 10 days away. Looks like everyone will be very busy preparing for the audit. This will imply stay-ins and more late nights to burn. I will say Im more towards the last-minute type so now should be just the appropriate time I started doing my stuffs. However, one thing I can still look forward to is the public holiday next Thur. LOL. Deepavali, the Festival of Lights. By then, I can afford to take a short rest in between the hectic week. ok. For the whole of next week, I shall put in my full energy and focus into work on account of the public holiday and the few days off granted for the BUC if we get it. Rest assured, I will definitely triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-5993697034590225216?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/5993697034590225216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=5993697034590225216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/5993697034590225216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/5993697034590225216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/11/once-night-is-over-hr-audit-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-152629999251940940</id><published>2007-11-04T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:06:06.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To the person reading this, please back off. You are intruding my privacy. What right do you have to open the letter being addressed to me? Please get this clear. Nobody can open my letters not even offical ones, except myself. I shall treat this as the last warning.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-152629999251940940?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/152629999251940940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=152629999251940940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/152629999251940940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/152629999251940940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-person-reading-this-please-back-off.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-8031718430022746592</id><published>2007-10-27T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:06:49.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you know how many ppl are hurt in a quarrel? normally its not just the two being involved. Other ppl are implicated. somehow u all just fail to realise it. dun forget there are still two kids in the foreground. one just seems oblivious to anything that happens but i doubt so. All the things that happened are going to impact his life and change his character unknowingly. Though he is still young, i believe he hides his feelings behind his jovial self. The other is more sentimental..She tends to regard family and friends as the top two priorities in her life with the latter being the second. If her top priority is being destroyed, what do u think she will feel? She certainly is somebody who needs the support from the family to keep her life going. Come on, I seriously think I know the two of them better than u two. As parents, they shd feel disgraced if they dun understand their children well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of you are matured adults, cant u just spare a thought for the two kids in the family? They are still so young..what they still need is the care and concern from the parents. Haven u all heard that children rasied from incomplete family tends to be more individualistic and may show signs of autism? well, it may not be the case for some children but the majority of them will experience depression, hostility and mistrust in their social circle. Much of the reports have proven that children report more happiness in a household with a happy family system rather than one of conflict. Some way or another, this will affect their growth at this stage in time. They are just proceeding into their teenage years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I dun deny that both of you are trying very hard to accomodate each other whenever a conflict arises. True, it is necessary but if conflicts still cant be avoided then i believe this is not a very good solution. I do understand the stress both of you are feeling. None of u is totally right and none is totally at fault. Shi nian ru yi ri, the same things happen again and again. Dun u feel tired at all? It simply shows that u all are not learning from ur mistakes...I know it is very difficult to ask you all to put down ur personal conflicts and spend more time nurturing the kids. Are the kids not worth your sacrifice? Personal interests are indeed important but the situation is not as simple as it seems. If you regard that factor more importantly, then I wun say anything. Just one word of advice. Think before you act. Violence and violation of speech kills... These are the two big devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you dun mean what u say just now. Now i finally understood that some words cannot be taken back once they are said. They are useless. Its as if a nail is hammered into the wood and once its removed, a permanent damage is already done to it. Most ppl are not aware of the things they say in the fit of anger. And the fact is in the course of it, that the most truthful, crude and hurtful words spurt out from their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe u all should really do some soul searching....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-8031718430022746592?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/8031718430022746592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=8031718430022746592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/8031718430022746592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/8031718430022746592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-know-how-many-ppl-are-hurt-in.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-3992579398484755089</id><published>2007-10-26T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:07:13.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I seriously need a break....i really want to find back my original self....its been lost since duno when...i feel im wearing a mask everyday....its a v terrible feeling....i jux wish to put down the mask behind me and show my true self....when will that day ever come? Sometimes ppl aren't actually what they seems. From my 19yrs of experience, i can provide many examples.....so never judge a book by its cover......sooner or later, the mystery will reveal itself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-3992579398484755089?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/3992579398484755089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=3992579398484755089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3992579398484755089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3992579398484755089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-i-seriously-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-1796867356676917417</id><published>2007-10-21T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:07:31.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sigh...THE wkend is gone again...wait till the next one comes...4.5 days will pass v fast...thats how i console myself everytime...lol. Im used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things i shall challenge myself in the start of next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do things at a faster pace (i noe im a slowpoke; outside ppl wun noe the reason behind, not even my close friends. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Show less sarcasm ( im trying...do forgive me if im too strg forward. it just cant be blamed sometimes, i swear. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be true to yourself. I feel so fake -_-'' argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn to be calm in all circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Arrow less to others. Take up more responsibility instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems simple to accomplish. We'll see how then. I'll give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to next weekend: 5 (means that hr audit is drawing nearer...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im always lacking sleep. Forever yawning. I think I better have an early rest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-1796867356676917417?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/1796867356676917417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=1796867356676917417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1796867356676917417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1796867356676917417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-3531747984541008394</id><published>2007-10-17T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:02:40.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;我很彷徨。前方的路该往哪走？我看不清自己未来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;的方向,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;一会儿模糊，又一会儿在远方留下朦胧的轮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;廓，令人难以捉摸。或许我真需要个指南针的依&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;靠，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;路灯的指引，一群好心人的协助。也许该是时&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;候搁下所有的包袱了。那是我多么盼望的一天啊！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;但是一旦扛了这么久，双体已结合起密切的关系，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;感觉似乎不能从自己包囊中的负担解脱。囊越背越&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;重，给稚嫩的肩膀添上说不出的累赘，使得我丝毫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;透不过气来。我需要放个长假。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-3531747984541008394?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/3531747984541008394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=3531747984541008394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3531747984541008394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3531747984541008394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_9379.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-6118894135662199422</id><published>2007-10-14T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:08:09.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;random blogging again. weekend is gone again. Time really passes very fast when you are enjoying. lol. I've been going to the cinemas and kbox very often. I think im soon gonna be bankrupt...should really force myself to stay at home from this weekend onwards....tomorrow will be a new week again...hope I dun have monday blues 2mr....sian.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-6118894135662199422?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/6118894135662199422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=6118894135662199422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/6118894135662199422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/6118894135662199422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-5054205870941809184</id><published>2007-10-13T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:09:47.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday at the ASD Prayer Meeting when Tracey asked me what was my vocation in NS, I replied I was a clerk. And guess what, that was enough to make her laugh till she drops. Haha. She was telling me that all her male friends happened to be clerks in NS too. It was very coincidental and she certainly has affinity to male clerks. lol. Furthermore, she was utterly stunned to discover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that there was actually a messboy vocation in NS whose jobscope was similar to coffeboy in society. Then, Weeyong even asked whether they offer courses to teach you how to serve dishes like those waitresses in the restaurants. LOL! The atmosphere was just as comical as ever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, come to think of the life as a clerk, I don't really think its as slack as many perceives. However, I don't deny the fact that there are cases of very slack ones who really do nothing for the entire day. Just playing games and looking at the forums on the intranet for most of their time. That's how time passes everyday. But, at the end of 2 yrs, what do they actually learn? I always agree that life is fair so I won't really envy them or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;True enough, one may think clerks do not have as much stress as those trainees marching under the hot sun, but that's not the case. The distinct difference is that one faces mental stress while the latter faces physical stress. That's not all. Office politics is inherent in the clerk-desk environment Backstabbing and arrowing all over the place is a common scenario. yes. Like what you see in Jack Neo's movie. I always thought the reason for the presence of office politics is due to the gossipers around in the office, mainly women. But it's kind of weird to think it actually exists in a mostly male-working environment. Society is really changing rapidly. Now, you have more and more metrosexuals who are extremely vain, let alone guys who like to gossip. I have always thought if you obeyed the orders of your superiors and followed instructions obediently, you will be able to survive in the 2 yrs of army but you can't do that as a clerk for heavens sake. Now, with bigger responsibilities and only yourself to carry it, you have to answer for all your actions alone, very different from what happens at the coyline whereby the whole lot gets it down for any unsatisfactory performance. That's where meticulous work and all the shit will come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In any environment, the type of boss will determine the type of life you will get. If you are so "lucky" to get this particular one, there's no need to mention "how nice" your stay is. Demanding and bossy. Thinks he is standing high up there. No consideration of his employees' interests at all. Does it mean we have to tag along with you when you can't finish your work. Come on, NSFs don't get OT pay can. Neither do you. But what can we do? Just LLST and stay back until 7.30pm everyday loh. The very unjustifying issue here is you can't quit as you like cos its the army. lol. Maybe its time for them to revise the policy? On the other hand, there are actually very nice bosses who really look after the interests of their employees. They know the time to be strict and when not to. They do praise them for their quality work and offer valuable advices if there is room for improvements. If you put yourself in the shoes of the employees, one will definitely want to contribute fully to the company because they know that their work are recognised and they have many opportunities to explore in their area of expertise. With that, the high productivity of the workers will surely ensure a bright prospects and higher income for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think the mental stress I get don't really comes from the boss. It comes from within myself. Its kind of difficult to make a decision between integrity and getting work done. Im always caught in a dilemma. Maybe it only applies to me? I must say I'm very good at siaming arrows and hitting the arrows back to other ppl but I just feel so guilty after doing that. Hey, that's seemingly not me ok! No doubt, I'm still in the midst of discovering my true self. Nevertheless, I still need to survive in this "shared illusion" of reality, and sometimes this becomes a struggle for me especially bcause of my compassionate nature. So, I guess my best path right now is still to follow a spiritual pursuit and hope for the better. After all, like everyone, I'm still picking up from my experience. Anyway, I still got 1 + more year to go, so I really must perservere and endure. At least, I now know that accountancy doesn't really suits me. But who knows, I may end up liking clerk-desk job after ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I will consider myself quite fortunate to be a clerk now. Its a platform for learning before you venture into the working society. The other vocations other than medics, therapists etc will hardly get the chance to do so. And most importanly, one shouldn't fear making mistakes, one should instead fear about repeating the mistakes. As a clerk, you also get to learn how to manage people of different characters and buiild up your PR skills which will be greatly beneficial in the future. So the best solution is just to ignore the criticism and focus more on developing your character and work attitude in the process. Enough said, I shall pen down here. Time to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-5054205870941809184?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/5054205870941809184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=5054205870941809184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/5054205870941809184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/5054205870941809184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-at-asd-prayer-meeting-when.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-3377024373495830628</id><published>2007-10-11T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:10:06.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah. Payday again! I will have some extra cash to spend now. lol. Currently, the exam seasons are over for most of the students liao, except for the Alevel ppl. What I can say is just, hang on guys, especially my beloved co and mshs juniors...just 1 more month to go. ENDURance is the key to success. Somehow I miss mugging. LOL. i bet many ppl will be cursing at me now. haha...Feels kind of empty now that army dun have to mug books. But still I will read up on some reference books to widen my knowledge. Kinda strange is I dun feel any stress when I dun understand the content. Well, maybe bcos theres no exam right now to test ur understanding on the concept. Thats all for now. Time to sleep...2mr is a Friday. YOHOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-3377024373495830628?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/3377024373495830628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=3377024373495830628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3377024373495830628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3377024373495830628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/10/pay-day.html' title='Pay day!'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-5790106010923821115</id><published>2007-10-05T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:48:57.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Messboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looking back at the days in armys since i enlisted, I realised I have already served almost 1 yr...lol...that also means 1 more year to go...I shall be tolerant and patient...whats 1 year compared to the 19years of struggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Come to think of my army life, i thought its been very interesting. From a recruit to an OOT to a TST to a medic to a messboy to an ASA. lol. I would highlight that being a specialist mess' s messboy in neesoon camp was still the best part of it all. I shall emphasise on the word specialist. Officers mess is a terrible and disastrous place to work in. Though, you learn how to pour beer perfectly without overfilling the mug with foam, get access to all sorts of buscuits, drinks and snacks over there , you have to put up with the arrogance and cocky behaviour of the warrant officers who visit the mess. I cant blame them for the fact that they are'nt as educated as I am. There's this particular one whom i will always remember by his surname, the f***ed up attitude he presented in front of me. There i was, washing the plates and cups in the pantry and suddenly i heard the loud banging of the table. Can't you just show some basic courtesy by ringing the bell at the counter or simply acknowledge me as the messboy?? Ok, at that time i was bit pissed but I still went out to "serve" him of course. He just ranted that he wanted a cup of capuccino and all the buscuits that we have here. Well, the coffee dispenser is really very handy I must comment. It dispenses the coffee in less than 30s. At this point in time, he wanted ice for his coffee. ok, i went to the fridge and fetch him some ice cubes. Few minutes later, he said the coffee became too dilute and wanted a new cup. I was like so filled with fury then but I still gave in. As for the biscuits, I told him we ran out of it but in actual fact, there is still plenty inside. LOL. he was cursing and swearing after he heard that. But who cares? You can complain to the PMC for whatever reason you want. I dun give a damn. Im just a lowly recruit. That was just one of the most infuriating experiences I've encountered there. Not to forget the positive part, the functions over there are like twice a week so I get to see some many crabs and stars and the COA also. woa. Other than that, I can enjoy the savoury at the delicacies they have reserved for them. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only spent like two weeks at the officers mess. When my tolerance limit is exceeded, I volunteered to go to the specialist mess. Weijun was like telling me how good it is so I wanted to experience it myself. Ok, when i stepped inside the mess, I knew it was the perfect place. haha. karoake set, home theatre system, 4TV sets, PS2, two pool tables, Inets, magazines, newpaper and many more. Moreover, the PMC even came up with the policy that messboy only need to work 1 day and get day off for the next day. That was heavenly to hear man! lol. And so, I learnt how to make instant coffee and milo over there. Sounds stupid but I actually know how to prepare the drinks according to the preference of the WOSES over there. Everyone liked it. So, I finally understood the joy and satisfaction you get from servicing others. Other than that, some of the sergeants will actually ask me to play pool with them. And i missed the lame chattings. The happiness was shortlived cos I received my posting about two months later. However, the most wonderful thing before I left was that the COPA told me there was this encik who said he will miss the coffee I made for him. It was nice to hear that, really but still I had to go. I will never forget the days at the mess. And not to forget the very fatherly-like messing officer, Mr Jacob. Yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-5790106010923821115?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/5790106010923821115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=5790106010923821115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/5790106010923821115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/5790106010923821115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-of-messboy.html' title='Life of a Messboy'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-6178425866731189789</id><published>2007-09-09T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:42:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental Shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh shit. I just received a call from NDC. The nurse told me that they will register me as a new patient in the clinic so the charges will be counted under private rate cos my last consultation was more than 12 months ago. I was like wth. My orthodontic surgical treatment was already half-way through considering the fact that I've gone through all the root canal treatments, extraction of my canine and taken all sorts of X-rays and study models of my teeth and now they are telling me I had to re-do the whole thing again. They ought to be kidding me. Previously, all the treatments prior to surgery had already cost me $1000+ without putting on the braces yet. That's still not the worst scenario. The worst case is I have to return to that long waiting list for government braces if I still want to get the subsidised rate. WTF after waiting for like 3 yrs already! If not for the "te ko gei" I have, I wouldn't have want to do braces seriously. Now I really regret not rescheduling a new appointment after I failed to turn up for the last one cos I was busy preparing for A levels and then enlistment followed after then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I guess I just have to clarify my doubts with the dentist tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-6178425866731189789?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/6178425866731189789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=6178425866731189789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/6178425866731189789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/6178425866731189789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/09/dental-shock.html' title='Dental Shock'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-8003646045823259115</id><published>2007-09-09T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:36:50.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah. Today is a day that all NSFs look forward to. haha. PAYDAY. Sorry for the regulars out there. You don't get it on the 10th of each month. Please wait patiently for another 3 more weeks. haha. oh. btw, I received the money from both my tutees today too..so it adds on to the meagre NSF non-combat allowance. Not going to disclose the full amount but it can actually compare with what the Sispec ppl gets. So what do u think? LOL Basically im in a very estatic mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm still thinking of whether to get myself a PSP to relieve my ultimate boredom at home. You know, its quite tempting when you observe the sight of passengers on the train engrossing in their games of Turismo and RPGs on their PSP. Often being overwhelmed by curiosity, I will just tilt my head slightly over and take a glimpse of the tiny little screen every now and then. Sigh. However, the price has not dropped much as far as I know. So its still quite ex. Moreover, I will regard it as a want instead of a need cos I can still keep myself occupied with other leisure activities. And I think I will rather spend the sum on a few sumptuous treats at Crystal Jade or indulging myself in their tender and crispy fish and chips at Fish and Co. The money can actually last you for one month if you continue this eating habit everyday. That's incredible and satisfying. Food still comes before games if u want me to rate. So I'm someone who lives to eat. lol. At this junction, I'm reminded of someone who actually eats to live. I shan't mention the name here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lunch time. Time for a feast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-8003646045823259115?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/8003646045823259115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=8003646045823259115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/8003646045823259115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/8003646045823259115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/09/pay-day.html' title='Pay day!'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-1255185501441175079</id><published>2007-09-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:00:58.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last Tuesday, 2 of my pri sch classmates met up with each other. I wasn't invited la but even if I was, i won't be able to leave camp early. Come to think of it now, I really haven't seen them for ages, for as long as 7 years. Can u believe it? Time really flies in a blink. I wonder how they are doing right now. From what ty tells me, yvonne still looks the same and even her character din change much from p6. Still a very demure, considerate and sweet girl. So i guess she will definitely have many suitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, when tianyi called me, I could straight away recognise that very highpitched voice of her that can shatter duno how many wine glasses if resonance is met. LOL. I suddenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;ct=134217728&amp;amp;amp;amp;lm=-1&amp;f=1&amp;amp;word=%D0%C4%D1%AA%C0%B4%B3%B1&amp;rs=1&amp;amp;orgword=xinxuelaichao"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;心血来潮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; want to explain the theory behind it. haha. If the natural frequency of her voice coincides with that of the glass, the glass will be forced to vibrate at its own natural frequency. We say that resonance occurs. Thereafter, the glass will vibrate at its maximum amplitude and break if its quality is cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. I must admit this girl is really a brainy kid since pri sch, no doubt she is going overseas to study biomedical enginering under a 3 years scholarship bond. I was impressed though. At the same time, it just reminds me of another girl in my clique who has flown off to study medicine at University of Michigan. Not to mention Vivian who went back HK to study. I kind of salute them for their independence and courage to attain greater heights beyond local opportunities given to them. For me, the thought of going overseas for studies has never occured to me in my mind so I will most probably be ending up in a local university for sure. For the time being, NUS sci fac has reserved a place for me unless i decides to change my course of study next year. Hopefully that's not the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-1255185501441175079?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/1255185501441175079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=1255185501441175079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1255185501441175079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/1255185501441175079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-tuesday-2-of-my-pri-sch-classmates.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-3211024183726500322</id><published>2007-09-08T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:55:42.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STM Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I sort of forgotten everything that happened few days ago. It's sometimes a blessing to have STM just like dory in Finding Nemo. After all, life will be much happier that way. Im sure there is certainly no need for apologies as nobody is at fault actually. All this was just a case of misunderstanding caused by the seriously flawed short text messaging services. Just hope this unfortunate incident doesn't affect our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-3211024183726500322?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/3211024183726500322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=3211024183726500322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3211024183726500322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/3211024183726500322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2007/09/stm-disease.html' title='STM Disease'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-116478421887935873</id><published>2006-11-28T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:53:06.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ShoW recommendation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I come to update a short entry b4 i go....the channel 8 show 足秤老婆八两夫 aired on every weekdays 7pm is very nice...must watch. ppl got SCV alrdy watched it twice liao...lol...i wonder how many episodes it got....see whether i can finish watching it b4 going enlistment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-116478421887935873?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/116478421887935873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=116478421887935873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/116478421887935873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/116478421887935873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2006/11/show-recommendation.html' title='ShoW recommendation'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-116478038770800702</id><published>2006-11-28T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:56:26.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting LOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;YEAH, the gd thing is Alevels is finally over....but there is always a sudden feeling of boredom after a major exam....I had experienced it in that period after Olevels. No SCV. Imagine how life will be without it. There's not any nice TV shows in the morning and in the afternoon. Most of the time will be spent on reading magazines and slacking my day throughout. That period was the hardest to pass, everyday was aimlessly spent. No sense of accomplishment at all. Even my mum couldn't stand it. And so i started to go look for jobs with my friend. Somehow i managed to find a job which helped me tide over the dreadful holidays. I must say the Classified is a really useful tool for job searching. Those jobs that I called were mostly telemarkerting and surveying work. However, none was to my liking, either the pay was too low or the hours were too long. This dragged on for several weeks. Maybe Im really too choosy. In the end, i got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, I decided to take any job that comes. After all, Im just someone without the basic Olevel qualifications that time, what more can i choose. lol. The next day, i happened to see a bookshop hiring students in the newspaper so i went for the interview. The uncle hired me and my friend. The job was as a helper in a Primary Sch Bookshop. Both of us were whinning about the pay but we decided to make do with it. What's important is the working experience we get, money shall be a factor in the future when i have higher qualifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work was quite tiring given my size. Everyday, we had to shift the boxes of stationaries from the bookshop to the empty classroom and also to arrange the textbooks according to the different levels from P1 to 6. Of course there were trolley but the boxes were really much more heavier than we expected them to be. That's not the point. The problem arises when you mixed up all the different level textbooks. It is really a chore to sort them out one by one when that happens. YA. And the scolding from the bookshop auntie. Actually she's quite a nice person when she doesn't flares up. Oh well, there were two other helpers as well. One girl from CCHS and a poly graduate. The auntie told us to learn from the poly guy. He really got the work experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was done, we were taught how to do the accounting and all that. Woa..on the first day of sale of textbooks, the queue was really long. It just goes on and on. Ya, some of us made few mistakes in the calculation of the amount. But that was enough to make the auntie very very angry. She was lecturing all of us and said something i will always rem. She said why care about the queue even if its long, just do your part and at your own pace. Impt thing is to get the correct amt. Everyday, the tabulation of the earnings dun tally with the one we sold. Its always hundred dollars less. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I've learnt quite a lot of things there. How you should go about maintaining gd relationships with your superior and colleagues. That seems easy but its another thing if u try. How you should go about covering up your weaknesses and when should you show your strengths and when should you not. That's really a lot to learn. It doesn't mean your not good if u never show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could go work in the holidays after A's but the fact is im enlisting soon. Who cares, Im going to make use of the remaining weeks to enjoy life and do some soul searching. yup. GBA, im coming...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-116478038770800702?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/116478038770800702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=116478038770800702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/116478038770800702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/116478038770800702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2006/11/rotting-log.html' title='Rotting LOG'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-115114619891567720</id><published>2006-06-24T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:56:47.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;finally a post after so many mths....i guessed im really too busy or there's really nothing to blog about...argh!cts is just two days away and i still got so many chpts left untouched.will be looking forward to next thursday which is the last subject.then after that will have 3 days of holidays again!yeah....time is precious, i shall stop here.will be updating abt the japan trip and stuffs after cts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-115114619891567720?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/115114619891567720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=115114619891567720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/115114619891567720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/115114619891567720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-post-after-so-many-mths.html' title=''/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-111124897713915956</id><published>2005-03-19T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:57:16.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arduous Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yst was definitely a v tiring day 4 me.believe it anot,the moment i reached hm,i dozed off on my bed straight away after i finished bathing.then 2day woke up only at 11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were 3 programmes lined up 4 me yst.actuali was 4 but bcos of my dental appointment at NDC,i nv go co.when im on e way 2 outram,xm called n asked whether i had 4gotten tt there was co.i said i gt sumthing on.den i tynk in e end liu qin section onli got her as j2s no need come.at 1st i dunno theres co on e fri in march holidaes so i made dental appt date on e fri oso.den so qiao,both crash 2gether in e end had 2 forsake co.haiz.....wad infuriated me was e dental charge was $40.juz checked my teeth 4 a while den ans my few qns on braces.tts all.the most angry part was tt e doc gave me a information booklet on Orthognathic surgery den i so tian zhen thought was free.aft tt at e counter,i found out it was $6!!12 pgs onli yet so ex.no wonder she told me nt 2 lose it.nw den i tynk puttin braces is nt tt cheap aft all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after tt,i went 2 East Coast Park for class outin after eatin lunch at bugis.we nv played any water games or sun tan.juz cycled for 2hrs.quite fun after all.Ltr hui fen n shao zhi joined us oso.aft tt,1 grp was goin hm n the other was goin 2 eat at PS.cannot join any of them.i den took mrt 2 raffles place 2 meet wee yong n the 6 elegant n gorgeous mei nus.arrived early so i went 2 change in2 e appropriate attire.aft tt,we headed to Victoria Theatre 2 catch the Hwa CHong's CLDDS performance.the show was v funnie!rili let me da kai yan jie as tis was e 1st time i watched a chinese drama.esp at e salon part,it reminded me of "gao xiao xing dong".not bcos when tt girl said "zhen de shi shan nao jing a" but bcos the background was quite similar 2 e 1 on tv.on e whole v amusin n there was a meaning behind every story.aft tt,cannot join e chingay ppl 4 supper as i was rili v tired aft stayin out frm morning 9am to 11.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-111124897713915956?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/111124897713915956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=111124897713915956' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/111124897713915956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/111124897713915956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2005/03/arduous-day.html' title='Arduous Day!!'/><author><name>chewys</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334683.post-111098952206541481</id><published>2005-03-16T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:57:37.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;long time nv update since o's released.guess dun feel like updatin bah.....but dun noe 2day hw com suddenly gt e urge 2 update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10.30am.quite a miracle since i slept so late last nite.(2.30am)then went 2 meet kek n went to Woodlands Regional Library.he said WR library is big but bks r v few.keep arguin wif me tt TP library is better as it has more bks of e same category.ok then if u say so.Aft tt,we went searchin high n low for biology reference bks but juz cant find any Science section.then,we happened 2 spot 1 related bk lying on e shelf and its actuali found under Animals section.Both of us were like so qi kekz lor.....then i noticed 2 girls at sittin down on e carpet at 1 corner.sumhw i find 1 of e girl v familiar but her head was down all e time.I keep waitin 4 her 2 lift up her head but she nv.so i guess,i recog wrongly bah.anyiwae, we grabbed some bks from e shelf n we went 2 find a place 2 sit.we wasn't readin e bks at all.Most of e time were talkin bout lame topics.we were laughin like mad every now and then.Seems like e whole place can hear our laughter n chattin.then when we stopped laughin,we can hear no noise at all.Complete...Absolute silence.then we realised hw noisy we are.Even told off by e librarian several times until she oso pissed off. Soon,2 girls walking frm my left caught my attention.then i juz lift up my head then saw tt girl again.it rili look like jaymie.but i still cant confirm its her cos i last time gt a case of mistaken identity tho the person rili look exactly like my frien.it was so malu at tt pt of time.......argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft leavin e library,we went 2 Burger King for dinner.Kek din noe there was actuali a toilet in Burger King itself so he went all e way in2 Causeway Point,2 e 2nd floor lookin 4 1.he was so qian bian aft he found out theres 1 when he came back.i ordered 1 whopper meal n its onli $3.90.much cheaper compared 2 mac n much more fillings oso.rili enjoyed e meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-111098952206541481?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334683.post-111099080925356196</id><published>2005-03-16T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:57:56.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forcing myself to sleep nw.......Gd nitez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-111099080925356196?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/111099080925356196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=111099080925356196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/111099080925356196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/111099080925356196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2005/03/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet dreams~'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-110942163211428075</id><published>2005-02-26T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:58:19.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INteresting Qn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tis mor, zhen liang tested me an IQ qn.i thought 4 a while,then gave a v lame ans but it was wrong.aniwae,tis is not a v tough qn,juz need some thinkin and u'll get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The scenario goes like tis:ONCE,there lived a king.one day,it was his birthday so he decided 2 release a prisoner in his kingdom.he ordered his knights 2 pick 3 prisoners.the king told e prisoners tt he has 4 apples(2 red,2 green) then he will put 1 apple on top of each prisoner's head and they will have 2 guess the colour of the apple on thir head.the prisoner who guess it correctly 1st will b released.however,any prisoner who gave a wrong ans will b executed.the prisoners r alined in a vertical single file such tt the prisoners are behind 1 another.(2nd prisoner is behind e 1st,3rd is behind 1st and 2nd) they r then blindfolded when the king chooses 3 frm these 4 apples n put 1 on each head.after tt,they will be unfolded again. e 2nd person will b able 2 c the colour of the apple on the 1st person's head who is standing in front of him.e last person will b able 2 c the colours of e 2 apples on top of the1st n 2nd prisoner's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The qn is:So,which prisoner is the 1 tt guess the colour of the apple on his head correctly 1st and get released frm prison?1st,2nd or 3rd prisoner? Y? if u noe e ans,pls tag it.ans will b released on mon.gd luck 2 those ppl takin o levels last yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-110942163211428075?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/110942163211428075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=110942163211428075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110942163211428075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110942163211428075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2005/02/interesting-qn.html' title='INteresting Qn'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-110907962643611982</id><published>2005-02-22T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:58:36.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2day's chem ts is quite difficult. was expectin an easy ts.all those tt i study din came out.its like u can go sit tis pp even if u nv study at all.all e qns were like totally diff.i oso nv finish e ts...left 1 conclusion on e last 2nd pg blank.juz hope i can pass e ts but dun tynk its possible la....my classmates had e same reaction aft e ts was over.....went 2 ask around n check their ans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday is my fav day of e wk as sch gets dismisssed at 12.30! earlier than sec sch days...even pri sch days lor......actuali i tynk jc life is even slackier than sec sch life.u get 2 go hm so early everyday.2day cos no co so even btr!dun need go hm n come back at 5 for sectionals.then aft sch,went 2 coronation plaza with kaisiang,peilin,louis,joanne n navin 2 eat lunch,while another grp of girls, fen,shao etc went 2 mos burger at taka 4 dinner.actuali wanted 2 join them at orchard but i din like 2 go tere in sch u.all 4 of us ordered crispy fish +sambal veggy but as i cannot take spicy food,i requested 4 da bai cai instead.rili hope i can eat spicy food but cos i hav gastric medical problems since small so was forbidded 2 eat by doc.aft lunch,went hm n took a marathon nap until 6.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tts all~NOT rili lookin forward to 2mr cos 2mr gt pe and we're runnin 12 rounds(4.8km) for boys n 10 rounds for girls.juz hope evything's gonna turn out fine 2mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-110907962643611982?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/110907962643611982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=110907962643611982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110907962643611982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110907962643611982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2005/02/disappointin.html' title='disappointin!'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-110907758453728142</id><published>2005-02-22T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T05:44:54.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chingay 05"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chingay o5 last sat was v successful!!yeah!3 cheers 4 chingay~we rili enjoyed ourselves tt night.but i tripped 2 times at e 3rd n 5th performances.almost tripped...i was like rushin 2 my position then a tree branch gt jammed under my skateboard's wheel then i was like pushed 2 e back by inertia n almost fell.but luckily i nv fell to e ground or it'll b real malu....i was like tellin hanjie mayb ppl watchin may tynk its part of e performances but he say who will fall 2 his back then go forward again??hahaz.then aft e performances,we reached tbsc at ard 11.20pm.then i boarded e shuttle bus 2 yishun.in e end tis bus tt was supposedly goin yishun ended at woodlands n i took mrt hm.(luckily managed 2 hop on last train towards JE)reached hm at 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mon when i came 2 sch.joanne said she saw me on tv.then kept teasin me dancin lor.wad disapponts me is both of my close friens din watch chingay at all(din wan2 mention who they r),nt onli me was disappointin...hj oso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae,vonne!hw com evything tt i said shocked n surprised u??do i nt look like 1 in co?do i nt look like indonesian?do i nt look like im in chingay?hw com u keep sayin i was funny.im nt funny...okie?hahaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334683.post-110837845614219237</id><published>2005-02-14T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T05:47:10.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2005!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haven gt e time 2 update my blog until 2day cos of CNY......On new yr eve's ,i went indonesia straight aft my performance 4 CNY 4 e reunion dinner.tis yr's CNY is a rare ocassion cos all my aunts,uncles n their children r all present .my grandma was so happy as all of us hardly get 2gether cos not all her children r in indonesia.(my mum n 3rd aunt) I'VE BEEN lookin forward 2 tis day 2 go back.my grandma's hse is damn big!! 5 storeys!!can u imagine tt? n e 1st storey is extended right out in2 e sea,some sort like a kelong.u get 2 put ur legs in2 e sea but e seawater is v dirty.oso,u get 2 see e sunrise everyday provided tt u wake up v early.It was renovated 2 accomodate us when we go back durin CNY.We took a quan jia fu during CHU YI..my dad has a profession in photography so he helped 2 take photos of my cousin's family.after tt,he suddenly had an urgent call so he asked me 2 help take 4 them.i took liao then my da jiu keep praisin e photos were well taken n told me my dad has passed down his photography skills 2 me le...n nw its my turn 2 continue.i was like.......speechless.i still smile in response.Evy1 have their own interests.but mayb i will grow up 2 love photography.who noes?&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;Nw over 2 e bad thing.all the ang pao $$ i received were all in rupiahs.......when i went back s'pore 2 count n convert them,2 my dismay,it was onli $34.We stayed there on new yr's eve,chu yi n returned 2 s'pore on chu er's afternoon.by e time,we returned 2 s'pore,its alrdy 4pm.we then rushed 2 my da yi gong's hse 2 bai nian.evy yr we will get e most ang pao money here cos all my mother's relatives will b there n they all own bungalows in s'pore .juz collectin ang pao money there will b more than two hundreds bucks.but we came there 2 late tis yr then all of them had left,in e end we were e onli family there.WE chatted a while then da yi gong showed us his two totoises which is the as huge as the size of a plate.aft tt,we went 2 my big aunt's hse 4 dinner.went hm at ard 11+.in e end,was late 4 sch e followin day.haiz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-110837845614219237?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/110837845614219237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yst chingay full dress rehearsal,i tynk evy1 rili enjoyed themselves.we were all high as if juz eaten estacy esp shi ting.....she was dancing non-stop.it doesn't seem her normal self!i oso saw e wild side of many windies.durin e 1st rehearsal,e whole performance like v chaotic n v messy but fortunately e comments came out2 b positive,quite unxpected actuali.e whole arena is so narrow n when we came out,e reporters were all rite in front of us,still dun wan2 siam! we were all like.......oh gosh!!i find it hard 2 go fast cos ltr scared knock them down.....so if e performance nt gd,it must b their fault.hah.jk.oso,e day b4 i had my x-country which cause my leg2 b slightly sprained so in e end kent had 2 overtake me. they keep snappin pics n e flashlight were makin us dizzy n difficult 2 c e front.e 1st n 2nd formation was still okie as i can still get 2 my position on time but in e 3rd formation,i got 2 my position onli at e 2nd count of beat of e dancestep at e end of e rehearsal,many reporters n tourists took photos of us,windies.i tink they were more interested in e masks than us.2 jap tourists even asked vikya 2 take a photo 2gether wif them.wee yong almost fell while gettin 2 his position in formation3 but i tynk hes alright aft tt cos he even taught us a game called"ji nui nai" n evy1 participated wholeheartedly inside.we r supposed 2 do an action 2 e person 2 ur rite i.e "xi nui nai","mei you nai",e person 2 ur right must do an action tt is diff frm wad u did so those who did e same action as e person 2 ur left will b disqualified...in e end,we were left wif andy n meng qing then they had the honour of being called "nai" king and "nai" queen.haha~but still,andy won.tis game is rili fun n evy1 were laughin all e way.When it was time 4 e 2nd rehearsal,we all stopped our game reluctantly then proceeded 2 e arena.tis time,i believe its definitely much much btr than e 1st.i managed 2 get 2 my position on time as well as all e other windies.aft e rehearsal,we were told tt they 4gt 2 cater bus 4 us then we were "chased" by e i/c 2 go hm cos its kinda late ltr no train hm.i long bang bunny's dad car 2 bishan then spent quite a while in e toi washin my hair n used up quite a lot of tissues....evy1 was like keep lookin at me.aft tt,i was lucky 2 hop on e last train 2wards jurong east.thx god!or else e cab cost wud cost me $10 liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh,i gtg help out my mum in makin "sugi" cookies le.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-110708020054026959?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/110708020054026959/comments/default' 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a BAD N GOOD day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Something bad happened tis aftnoon..... my gastric pain r up again then found out theres no more pills left in e cupboard.mum had 2 go pharmacy n buy some.e pain is killing me at tt moment....felt like vomitin but it juz wun come out so u can imagine hw painful it is.i was like rushin in n out of e toilet all e time holdin a medicated oil.Gd tink is aft finishin e medicine n a 2-hr slp, i felt much btr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ltr went 2 join e windies at 6pm at pa.they were all in their full costume n had their face make-up as though they're goin 4 e "xtreme make-over' show.hehe~i was like e odd-1 out,still wearin hm clothes.their right face was painted e "microsoft logo" which is made up of 5 squares in 5 diff colours outlined in black.kool! the windies' guys had their hair spiked n it was no ordinary spike.Their hair were rili stiff n pointed in diff directions with lots of sprinklers scattered on top.on e otr hand,e gals' hair look like bush when seen frm behind but it was still nice actuali,quite a fresh hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt; im thinkin 2 myself........i'm joinin them any min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the auntie helped me put foundation then aft tt ask me 2 look up n draw e eye shadow.its kinda weird when guys r being put make-up.the scary part was when my hair was made a drastic make-over!tt auntie juz put e whole comb in2 a tub of gatsby gel then use it 2 spike my hair.At tt time,i told myself nv 2 look in2 a mirror again.jeremy n hanjie were shocked upon cin mi,thought they had seen a ghost!N bunny kept tellin mi its e "in" tink 4 guys nw but i dun rili agree.aniwae,felt strange wif a new hairstyle but its considered a new xperience 4 me tt i'll nv 4get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-110702213983358645?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110702213983358645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110702213983358645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-bad-n-good-day.html' title='Its a BAD N GOOD day!!'/><author><name>chewys</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9334683.post-110682433868303032</id><published>2005-01-26T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T03:14:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Drained!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2day's a very very long day!woke up at 6.25tis mor then 1st thing i noe is im gonna b late 4 sku. skipped breakfast then rushed out of hse at 6.45Luckily,the mrt came e moment i reach semb mrt.Alighted at kranji mrt,saw bus 170 when i ran down e escalator.forntunately,i managed 2 board it.e whole bus was empty....xcept 4 2 or 3 ppl slpin in e bus.it was definitely cool 2 hav e whole bus 2 myself!!at least 4 tt short period of time b4 ppl board e bus at CCK.Still,i was late so went2 canteen 2 get myself a drink n waited 4 e best time then sneak in2 my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AfTeR sCh,i went 4 harmonica cca wif my 2 classmates deborah n tinghui.we played e "elderwiss" song then deb suddenly blew another version of it n send us laughin all e way! Aft tt,went 2 chingay trainin at pa strg frm sch.dunno heard frm who tt 170 gt go 2 bugis then i waited n board.then aft 30 mins,i still nv c any sign of bugis.then at 1 parti stop,many ppl alight so i follow e crowd.it was actuali little india!woa seh!took mrt 2 kallang frm there.they had almost finished e warm up when i reached pa.poor thiam hong 4gt2 bring his cam then kept apologisin 2 us.Hhahaz. we windies had our own trainin 1st then ltr then is e combined trainin.tt i/c suddenly told us tt tere's a change in formation3 then we all were like...haiz.....we had 2 familarise wif our position as e left side has 2 b swapped wif e right.Moreover,tt i/c taught us a new dance step which involves titltin e head,shakin shoulders n so on.its damn hilarious!we practised 4 quite a while b4 we learnt e dancestep.e combined trainin ltr were still quite ok but it was rili tirin.evy1 were all xhausted by 9pm.went hm in my frien's ic car at 9.30.time 2 slp~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-110682433868303032?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/110682433868303032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=110682433868303032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110682433868303032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110682433868303032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2005/01/totally-drained.html' title='Totally Drained!'/><author><name>chewys</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-9334683.post-110666118200228165</id><published>2005-01-25T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T05:53:32.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally aft mths n mths b4 i posted my 1st blog!Im testin tis out 4 e 1st time so still quite unsure of hw it works.........aniwae,hope i'll get a hang of it aft usin it 4 some time.tts all 4 nw.2mr will b a brand new day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9334683-110666118200228165?l=blurbleock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/feeds/110666118200228165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9334683&amp;postID=110666118200228165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110666118200228165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9334683/posts/default/110666118200228165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbleock.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-arrival.html' title='New Arrival'/><author><name>chewys</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></feed>
