<?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-8097228419975620072</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:17:09.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE life ONE love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-7824787180009610784</id><published>2008-09-02T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:50:54.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;busy busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;phew... here's some time for myself. finally.&lt;br /&gt;not because i'm free cuz there're still mountains of stuffs behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been updating much lately.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i realised that there's still some streaming into this little space of mine.&lt;br /&gt;that was really unexpected as even me myself haven been entering my own space for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;it's really heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been thinking about many many things while i was in the shower just now.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is always flooded with thoughts whenever things aren't very good.&lt;br /&gt;i just wonder how are others doing.&lt;br /&gt;though some of us are just so far apart, it's just really amazing how these feelings still exist.&lt;br /&gt;the love, the care, the concern.&lt;br /&gt;lately, due to all the stuffs i have around me, it's like i hardly have the time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, a few messages on msn.&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside, there's just so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;it's just impossible to put them into a few words.&lt;br /&gt;and the best is to summarise them into how are you.&lt;br /&gt;which i dont think it represents much of what i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;mainly what i wanna say is that you're still in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;really really.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone out dere is doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;all things just cant be smooth flowing everytime i believe, right?&lt;br /&gt;good days, bad days, happy times, sad times.&lt;br /&gt;so the main thing is that we cope well with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you sinyee for the timely sms that came in after a some sort bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's really heartwarming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just need to take sometime to take care of one another said a friend.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how busy we are.&lt;br /&gt;cuz we all are.&lt;br /&gt;i totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;the effort goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;a post on facebook, an sms, a call...&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's often more than just a conversation that we're making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no matter how long we havent conversed, trust me you just were in my thoughts while i was in the shower a minute ago and i pray that you're doing well.&lt;br /&gt;or even we're gifted to see each other so often, talking oh so frequently, i treasure it well, even if we run out of topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz the best conversation is one that nothing is said, but felt as if we've talked bout everything.&lt;br /&gt;take care buddies.&lt;br /&gt;i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for you ricky.&lt;br /&gt;don't get discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;it happen at times.&lt;br /&gt;but stay strong dude.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not spacing out some time for myself, or even at all lately.&lt;br /&gt;you've been really great.&lt;br /&gt;love you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;i know you can feel it from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;so much more and real than what words could ever express.&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/8097228419975620072-7824787180009610784?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/7824787180009610784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=7824787180009610784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7824787180009610784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7824787180009610784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-busy-busy-busy.html' title='you and i'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-2196750441594096680</id><published>2008-07-14T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:50:38.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 in bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn’t really have the mood to write for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;And that kept my write out on the Bangkok trip stalled for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, and here am I again to continue on it while allowing myself to get distracted by Special Forbes 20 Young &amp;amp; Rich.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, these people, or rather kids, are really rich.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, Bangkok, come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, as planned, was our HARDCORE shopping day!&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I guess the guys got lucky.&lt;br /&gt;We had our turn for the breakfast buffet today but no one was there to check on our room keys when we enter the café.&lt;br /&gt;So, after a nice meal, we woke the girls up to shoo them down for breakfast. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;And when we’re all done, we got all our thai bahts ready and off we went to the famous fashion mall just beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started from Basement 1.&lt;br /&gt;We gave ourselves 1 hour of shopping at this level before we meet again at our meeting point –the escalators.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not. 1 hour is way not enough for us as we were slowly cruising around.&lt;br /&gt;I guess at that point of time, we hadn’t picked up the speed yet.&lt;br /&gt;Still warming up. Haha =D&lt;br /&gt;The place is just HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;As for the guys, 1 hour wasn’t enough for us to go through all the guy shops.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the girls. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;When we met up after 1 hour, they were complaining how crazy it was.&lt;br /&gt;Shops after shops. Having almost all the girl stuffs they wanted to look at but didn’t have the time. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;But still, vina and fritzie got quite some stuffs out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Guys? Nothing so far, as we still think there’s more to explore further up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1. Another 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;Level 2. This time we reduced it to 50 mins. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cuz the mall have SEVEN stories. So we just need to manage our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and so we covered 3 levels. B1, 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;And here, we took an intermission for lunch =) hahs&lt;br /&gt;Headed for the food court at the top floor.&lt;br /&gt;Same thing as day 1.&lt;br /&gt;We’d to purchase these food coupons.&lt;br /&gt;But this one is cooler.&lt;br /&gt;We got a card instead. A prepaid card.&lt;br /&gt;So we just basically scan the card to purchase food.&lt;br /&gt;And when the credits in the card is all used up, the stall holder will keep it.&lt;br /&gt;We got smart.&lt;br /&gt;We did some budgeting and tried to use up the stored value in the card, leaving 1 or 2 baht behind so that we can keep it as a souvenir =) hahas&lt;br /&gt;The thai milk tea here was SO NICE and super cheap!&lt;br /&gt;I got myself 2 cups.&lt;br /&gt;Tea over-dose for the day. Hahahs&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, I need it for the shopping later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, our strategy was from up to down.&lt;br /&gt;Level 6. SO MANY BAGS!&lt;br /&gt;The girls really had a hard time walking away from them.&lt;br /&gt;Me? Nah, not into thai bags.&lt;br /&gt;I had already invested into my beloved River Island bag. Love it and I’m staying loyal to it. =)&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes for Level 5, 30 minutes for Level 4. And our legs are reaching their limits.&lt;br /&gt;Breeeakkking.&lt;br /&gt;Two more levels to go.&lt;br /&gt;The mall is just like never ending. Really.&lt;br /&gt;And we’re almost broke. Especially the girls.&lt;br /&gt;The bags they carry are really big and heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, to save their money and save our legs, we set 45 minutes for both level 2 &amp;amp; 3. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour to 50 minutes to 45 minutes to 30 minutes and then this.&lt;br /&gt;What a drop in our stamina!!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the mall at around 6pm. P-H-E-W!!&lt;br /&gt;Sersiouly.&lt;br /&gt;We were almost dead as we just sat at this coffee café discussing where to go next.&lt;br /&gt;For half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically it was to allow our legs to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to head back to hotel for a rest.&lt;br /&gt;But our ego for going on around town is still in us.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, in the end, the guys and the girls made a deal.&lt;br /&gt;We being nice gentlemen decided to carry their big heavy shopping bags as we explore town further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked the streets and settled down at KFC for dinner not long after.&lt;br /&gt;KFC in Bangkok?&lt;br /&gt;What a great choice right?! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;But well, we were too hungry then.&lt;br /&gt;We just convinced ourselves that thai’s KFC is rather different from singapore’s and malaysia’s.&lt;br /&gt;They really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued... a whole big chunk to write on our most fun night in Bangkok. Our last night, duh!)&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/8097228419975620072-2196750441594096680?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/2196750441594096680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=2196750441594096680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2196750441594096680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2196750441594096680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-3-in-bangkok.html' title='Day 3 in bangkok'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-8180244091194119913</id><published>2008-07-05T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:03:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangkok trip day 2 (part2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watched WANTED yesterday with runjin and siewpeng!!&lt;br /&gt;=))))&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is at just SIX RINGGIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Which is only 2.5 singapore bucks for a good cinema =DD&lt;br /&gt;5 singapore bucks can only get a seat at the ultra run-down princess in Singapore, Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;That explains why I’m always a movie maniac back in Malaysia. Hahas&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… back at Singapore, I still am. Opps =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTED was really greeeeeeeeeeat!&lt;br /&gt;The car pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;The way they handle guns, shooting.&lt;br /&gt;Man!!&lt;br /&gt;Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;LURVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The highlight of day two of the bangkok trip.&lt;br /&gt;The market was really big, HUGE… HUMONGOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;They just sell whatever stuffs available.&lt;br /&gt;Crowd? Man, it was really packed.&lt;br /&gt;This is where the four of us lost contact for a while as we were looking for our respective stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there is just too much stuff to look at.&lt;br /&gt;And a while later, I bumped onto vina and steven, which I found out they just met only a moment earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we expect fritzie to pop up next.&lt;br /&gt;But still fritzie is still nowhere to be found after half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Among the four of us, fritzie is lost and she’s the ONLY ONE with a useless mobile phone without roaming.&lt;br /&gt;The reason she claimed for carrying it around?&lt;br /&gt;To use it as a calculator.&lt;br /&gt;DOTS. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we were just unable to contact her.&lt;br /&gt;We got worried.&lt;br /&gt;But the only way was to wait for her call.&lt;br /&gt;"hmm… maybe fritzie is having the time of her life."&lt;br /&gt;Vina said.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that can be quite true, actually, we thought.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;So oh well, after waiting for half an hour, we decided that maybe fritzie prefers to do her shopping without any distractions from us.&lt;br /&gt;And so we proceeded with exploring other parts of the market.&lt;br /&gt;As we stepped foot at the end of it, or rather, we thought it was the end of it… GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;IT IS LIKE STEPPING INTO ANOTHER SHOPPING SPREE!&lt;br /&gt;A much bigger market or night market with a huge huge huge crowd.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way we could ever find fritzie here.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely no way.&lt;br /&gt;And so, we joined in the crowd to explore a whole new world. Hahas&lt;br /&gt;But still, we tried to keep an eye on any person who looks similar to fritzie.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then there is this corner which we turned into not long after.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stood still.&lt;br /&gt;So still.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Like what’s wrong with the people here.&lt;br /&gt;Most stood still except a few who are like us, trying to figure out the situation.&lt;br /&gt;And soon, I held steven and vina from moving on as soon as I realized that the thai national anthem is playing through the public announcement system.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Didn’t know thais are to patriotic. Hahs&lt;br /&gt;After standing still for around a minute or so, the crowd sprung into life again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later I spotted this stall selling this same extremely amazing thai ice-cream that May-yo treated us yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly went over and got myself one!! Hehs&lt;br /&gt;Felt as if I was in heaven after savouring every mouth of it.&lt;br /&gt;Heee..&lt;br /&gt;Vina is always attracted to almost every stall that sells accessories and those that are on some crazy sale.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered one which says buy one free TWO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Vina’s eye immediately sparkled.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there’s this one too.&lt;br /&gt;Packed with ladies.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY PACKED!!&lt;br /&gt;And vina hurriedly went over to squeeze in. lols.&lt;br /&gt;Well, luckily I had my beloved ice-cream with me while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Poor steven. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness sank in at around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;The pain of our feet is killing us.&lt;br /&gt;But STILL… fritzie is nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;This is really scary, cuz we really dunno how she is.&lt;br /&gt;And we couldn’t really go back to our hotel room cuz the key is with fritzie.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the good thing is that she’s alone and she has the key which I passed it to her earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why sometimes I really think things do happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;We really want to head back to our hotel at this time.&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late and our stomachs are still empty.&lt;br /&gt;The key… =\&lt;br /&gt;What if fritizie isn’t back yet?!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly as we were walking towards JJ Mall, I was struck by an idea of calling our room.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so SMART!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and we searched around for a public phone and called the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;And when we were connected to our room’s phone…&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE ANSWERED!&lt;br /&gt;And that’s fritzie, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, we were so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;She told us how she missed us. Awww.. =)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahs&lt;br /&gt;“did you cry?” we wondered.&lt;br /&gt;She claimed she didn’t. haha.&lt;br /&gt;But her voice, erm, sounds rather different. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least we know she’s safe.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;So the three of us hurried back to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in our room, fritzie had a whole big pile of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Vina got it right.&lt;br /&gt;Fritzie was having her time of her life shopping around still. Hahahs&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t asked much as the hungry souls rushed out in a hurry to get ourselves dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We packed thai food at some of the road stalls near the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Since, we’re in thai, might as well give it a try. Hahs&lt;br /&gt;And it’s around 8.30pm and we have not much choice left as the malls are all closed.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;With our hands full of packets of food, we happily headed back to our room for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really nice sharing the food we bought while eating on our beds…&lt;br /&gt;Playing cards and talking about the whole unforgettable incident this afternoon at the same time =)&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/8097228419975620072-8180244091194119913?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/8180244091194119913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=8180244091194119913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8180244091194119913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8180244091194119913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/07/bangkok-trip-day-2-part2.html' title='bangkok trip day 2 (part2)'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-2379618565397024863</id><published>2008-07-03T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:24:29.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 in Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day2 in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up incredibly early to get ready for the canal tour we signed up at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard to pull ourselves up as we got only four hours of rest, at most.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got down to the lobby, we were greeted by our private tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;May-yo.&lt;br /&gt;She’s really friendly and her actions are funny too.&lt;br /&gt;Her English wasn’t really good but she made an effort in remembering our names.&lt;br /&gt;Ricky, Steven, Monica (fritzie’s msh name), Vina.&lt;br /&gt;Ricky, Steven, Monica, Vina.&lt;br /&gt;Ricky, Steven, Monica, Vina.&lt;br /&gt;And a while later, it evolved to…&lt;br /&gt;Ricky, Steven, Monaco, Sophia…&lt;br /&gt;Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;Monaco is a really cool name for fritzie I think. =p hehs.&lt;br /&gt;The private van was cool =)&lt;br /&gt;A super big van with just the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so like a VIP.&lt;br /&gt;And so, May-yo briefed us on Bangkok and the tour that we were about to have.&lt;br /&gt;Her simple English was still understandable most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, she was like "PHEW~~I don’t even get myself, how can you?" hahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She treated us really well because she said we reminded her of her sibilings.&lt;br /&gt;So, she tried her best to take care of us like little kids.&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are very nice people" "I am very happy today!"&lt;br /&gt;She said.&lt;br /&gt;She is so alive and so excited being with us.&lt;br /&gt;I just love the feeling of making someone happy and so welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice and heart warming =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ferry, May-yo climbed onto the boat in a flash to get seats for us while we were slowly trying to balance ourselves as we get onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on WATER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Basically the whole tour is just showing us the life of the people staying by the river and the many thai temples and buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the tour, we stopped over at this snake farm.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t be bothered to pay and watch those eerie creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Rather save the money for shopping instead ;) hahahs&lt;br /&gt;Steven treated himself to this thai coconut and so we settled down to talk about our plans later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven decided to pose with his coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our private tour guide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling out and discussing bout our plans for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 3 more days left, and so we had gotta maximize our time.&lt;br /&gt;There’s just one thing to plan actually.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May-yo treated us to this really superb thai ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Was AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;She's really nice to us.&lt;br /&gt;"Ricky!!" "Please give me a SMILE".&lt;br /&gt;That's something she keeps telling me when I bored. hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;Not just that, it's just funny when she calls MONACO or sophia. lols!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo at the end of the tour. Thanks May-yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; After the tour, we headed off for the Catucak market.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, it was really burning hot when we arrived there.&lt;br /&gt;So we hurriedly search for a shelter to have lunch first.&lt;br /&gt;And we found one in the middle of the market.&lt;br /&gt;Fritzie couldn't take her eyes off the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;Her hormones were raging throughout her entire lunch till she gotta take down TWO BIG BOWLS of rice to compensate for the loss of energy. Ahahhas&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was really unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;They served our dishes but didn’t give us any cutleries.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…I didn’t know that thais eat with their bare hands or fingers.&lt;br /&gt;And then as we were almost finishing our meal, we realized that they haven’t serve us the bread to complete our meal.&lt;br /&gt;Haih…I thought that was supposed to be served like BEFORE the meal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s just not it.&lt;br /&gt;The unforgettable part was when we asked for the bill. hahs&lt;br /&gt;The first bill was a blank piece of paper, stating nothing but just the total amount.&lt;br /&gt;And being young, trouble-making tourists, we asked for a detailed breakdown of the bill.&lt;br /&gt;The fritzie's cute waiter stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he didn’t really get what we meant.&lt;br /&gt;So we somehow actioned out what we trying to say and got the message across. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I felt quite bad for him as he sat down not far away to list down the food that we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;One by one.&lt;br /&gt;And then……&lt;br /&gt;The amount didn’t tally with the first bill.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, we were quite disturbed this time round.&lt;br /&gt;And we called for THAT waiter AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;He himself seemed puzzled, but took the bill and did some recalculations again.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather embarrassed to put him into such situation, fritzie and vina insisted that we should stand up for our rights.&lt;br /&gt;I think so too.&lt;br /&gt;And I was really curious how the guy is gonna get an excuse on that.&lt;br /&gt;A while later, he came back and said that the bowls of rice cost 15batt each instead of 10batt (which we enquired earlier).&lt;br /&gt;He gave us a smile and apologized.&lt;br /&gt;After all the "trouble" we caused him, we thanked him for clarifying our doubts and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;It’s weird. But I guess we’re just being too friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Because, actually, we were stunned. Like what the hell??!? He can just increase the price of the rice just like that?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, because of the language barrier, we would rather save ourselves the energy to do more shopping after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew… so much to say in day 2!&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight of the day was what happened later.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. Gonna leave that big chunk for the next post.&lt;br /&gt;Turning in soon.&lt;br /&gt;Good nites ricky =)&lt;br /&gt;Love ya! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO. &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/8097228419975620072-2379618565397024863?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/2379618565397024863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=2379618565397024863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2379618565397024863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2379618565397024863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-2-in-bangkok.html' title='Day 2 in Bangkok'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-4277929402808854997</id><published>2008-07-01T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:20:50.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Bangkok trip 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s exactly one week after the Bangkok trip.&lt;br /&gt;A 4days 3nights trip. Think it would be better if we had more days and of course, more MONEY to spend over there. Hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Flight was at 1340hr. The four of us, Fritzie, Vina, Steven and I took this cab to the airport from my house.&lt;br /&gt;Being all so excited about the trip, even though we’re still in Malaysia and JUST on our way to the airport, I guess Vina had filled half of her camera’s memory with our camwhoring pictures in the cab itself. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glam shot 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glam shot 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying about Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And so many more. Took so many just to get her picture perfect shot due to the anti-shake feature which refused to function properly, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Fritzie on the other hand, aside from participating in the camwhoring, she was pretty amused in pronouncing the Malay words she found on the road signs.&lt;br /&gt;“Berhenti” “KLIA” (which she pronounced as CLE-A, too much reading of CLEO magazines). Etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, we checked in our empty luggage bags. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Empty so that there’s room for us to lug all our stuffs back! =D&lt;br /&gt;Fritzie had this craving for ice-cream so we headed to McD to look for a seat.&lt;br /&gt;It was packed! All because it’s the only fast food outlet there.&lt;br /&gt;It was there we when I just realized that there’s a time difference between KL and Bangkok as I was looking at our itinerary.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why the hell the flight back to KL takes THREE hours while the flight to Bangkok is just ONE hour.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I was thinking maybe the return flight will stopover at some place or fly at a slower speed. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Bangkok at 1445hr, Bangkok time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just arrived! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The immigration was pretty different from the ones at Singapore, as in they asked me to look into their webcams for photo-taking. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a criminal. Just that they didn’t require us to hold a number to be taken with the photo.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many unglam pictures they have, especially people/tourists after a tiring flight.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, then the guy asked me, “where will you be staying in Bangkok?”.&lt;br /&gt;I stunned. Gosh, I am still so unfamiliar with the names of the Thai places/hotels.&lt;br /&gt;While I was trying my best to recall and blurt out some thai words, the guy smiled and just told me to write Asia Hotel on the visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the way around Bangkok isn’t an easy task, really.&lt;br /&gt;Even the cabbie wasn’t very sure where our hotel is.&lt;br /&gt;He drove us around, trying his best to ask for directions from the passer-bys.&lt;br /&gt;“oh no, don’t tell me….”, Vina kept on freaking out as the driver drove pass some really rundown buildings.&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t really know how our hotel really looks like as we just booked them online.&lt;br /&gt;Some places we passed by are really those alley which are really eerie and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny to imagine ourselves living in such an environment.&lt;br /&gt;Like a mini wet-market just below the place we live, how we can just walk down the stairs to get food or order delivery from the stall holders. Hahahas. The scenes was just hillarious. We laughed really hard and I almost got a stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside we were praying hard that our hotel would be far from it. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;And a while later, we were surrounded by malls!! Our prayers were answered! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more Malls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fritzie's excited by the malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And STILL MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, the good thing, at the end, our hotel turned out to be elegant and nice just somewhere at the doorstep of all the shopping malls as describe in all the forums online!! Yay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling down, the hungry souls went out to scout for food when it was only around 6pm. BANGKOK TIME. So, basically, it should be 7pm Malaysia/Singapore time.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder we were that hungry even though the sky is still so bright.&lt;br /&gt;We went MBK for food and did some market survey first.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t want to splurge on the very first day, BUT still, I gave in to getting myself two t-shirts =D hahhs&lt;br /&gt;Fritzie and Vina got themselves shades as they want to be more tourist-looking in the photos for the next few days. Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, we gave the Skytrain a go!&lt;br /&gt;The train system was really stupid, I think.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the ticketing office to buy the tics and she gave us a whole stack of COINS.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, their job is just exchanging coins as commuters need to slot them one by one into the ticket machine to get the tics.&lt;br /&gt;It just reminded me of buying tokens to play arcade. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Fritzie’s first reaction right after we boarded the train is posing right in the middle of the train and asking for a photo!!!&lt;br /&gt;But...we took ourselves first. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she responded to it a while later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our train tics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We can only do it for the first stop as the next was an interchange, so the whole train was quite packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I’ll save Day2 for later. So that I have something to do later =P. Shall relax a while on the piano and watch teevee! =D&lt;br /&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/8097228419975620072-4277929402808854997?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/4277929402808854997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=4277929402808854997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4277929402808854997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4277929402808854997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/07/bangkok-trip-1.html' title='THE Bangkok trip 1'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-4521252425689361627</id><published>2008-06-13T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:48:11.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's cookin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oookayyy…I’m finally blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz now I have the time. Plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 10.30. I had to. With just 30mins left to get myself and my house ready.&lt;br /&gt;Tidied my bedroom, the living room, the computer room.&lt;br /&gt;Got them done in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I managed them, in the state of mere minutes after I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;And I got the call as soon as I sit down to relax and turn on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave directions to them and they arrived promptly.&lt;br /&gt;I was immediately asked to go out to do some “shopping” with them.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Market shopping. Hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop. We got Onions and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;We were so amused at siewpeng as she pulled out a list containing all the ingredients she needed for the lunch menu =D&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Carrot, potato, eggs etc etc&lt;br /&gt;Talking about eggs. Hahas&lt;br /&gt;She’s a pro. She just went up to ask for THREE only.&lt;br /&gt;The expression on the stall owner’s face was like, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;So it’s like THREE eggs sitting like VIPs in a big plastic bag with paper shreds. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;90 cents only. Cause that’s what she have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we drove back with our many bags of ingredients and laid them in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh~ we seriously think it’s really too much for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs. Never mind. We see a big feast ahead.&lt;br /&gt;The guys helped in cooking the eggs and veges.&lt;br /&gt;Siewpeng was preparing and cutting stuffs that are to be added into the soup.&lt;br /&gt;ABC soup! She bragged and bragged about it countless times before we have this cooking session.&lt;br /&gt;The way she put her stuffs into the soup, haha.. super weird and funny.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like tho we guys never really cooked soup before, but we were like, “are you sure it’s done this way?!?”&lt;br /&gt;Then the three of us, jienfei, henglun and me, guys agree that she should dump in everything only when the water is boiled. Cuz now the cubes of potatoes, tomatoes are like floating around in the pot in a weird manner. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;And when it’s siewpeng’s turn to cook, she was like jumping and dancing around in front of the pan. Hahaha. cuz her dishes were those that requires much frying.&lt;br /&gt;Jienfei kept popping the freshly cut carrot and cucumber cubes into his mouth and claimed that they’re good for the skin.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t agree more ;)&lt;br /&gt;I helped myself with some too.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. luckily there were still some extras left for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;And lunch is served!!! WHEE..&lt;br /&gt;And we tucked in.&lt;br /&gt;The dishes cooked by the guys are higher in demand apparently as they were almost gone in the blink of an eye =)&lt;br /&gt;Simple and nice!!&lt;br /&gt;Siewpeng kept showing her appetite to us in finishing the dishes that she cooked. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;The dishes were too much like we rightly guessed.&lt;br /&gt;And my dad got the honour to try out our home-cooked food.&lt;br /&gt;He thought the ABC soup was sweet potato soup cuz it looked like it.&lt;br /&gt;Siewpeng and the guys were quite concern about his comments on the dishes as this is the first time for many of us in cooking those dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as much as I know my dad, he’s happy as long as there is something for him to eat. He’s not a fussy about things and love simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was DESSERTS!! =)&lt;br /&gt;Yup, good thing I had ice-cream in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;Later, we helped ourselves with red wine which I got it from the cupboard somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Ruijin and I drank it like how wine was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, siewpeng, being the limelight of the day as usual was shocked by the taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;Well~ cuz all the while she thought red wine = champagne!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she was all-so-excited when I pulled the bottle out. =DD&lt;br /&gt;We played games over it drinking session which we later turn into drinking coke to suit siewpeng’s taste.&lt;br /&gt;Played dai-dee and the game of BLUFF!&lt;br /&gt;They were amuzed by the ass-hole concept I introduced to them from the way I used to play with my spore classmates – asshole daidee.&lt;br /&gt;It made it more interesting ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ruijin and I are the kings for bluff.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely need the heads and the brains to bluff.&lt;br /&gt;Well, tho henglun and siewpeng are new to the game and kept having the whole deck of cards in their hands, you guys are learning fast.&lt;br /&gt;And so, they agree to learn to be more cunning these days and get back to this game to beat us soon! Hahs.&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/8097228419975620072-4521252425689361627?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/4521252425689361627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=4521252425689361627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4521252425689361627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4521252425689361627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/06/whos-cookin.html' title='who&apos;s cookin&apos;'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-2284080565732626193</id><published>2008-05-24T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:05:04.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great Singapore Sale + Hillsong Concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, monica and vina headed for raffles city after lunch in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of the Great Singapore Sale.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to grab something out of it since I went back with nothing on the first day, which was yesterday while I was out with zhenyi.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he got himself something while I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a little picky, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Wells~ this is just the initial stage – market survey ;)&lt;br /&gt;Had my eyes locked on a few things from TopMan.&lt;br /&gt;"If you wanna buy anything, must ask me out." That’s what he said. Hahs~&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… okays. He does give pretty good and constructive comments on things I wish to buy as he does have a certain level of taste. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billabong – Our first stop for today.&lt;br /&gt;There was this pink skirt which me and vina joke about while fritzie was trying it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's a skirt which one would wear over her bikini.&lt;br /&gt;We describe how she’ll flaunt it around the swimming pool. Hahs!&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I circled the shop several times for some serious hunting business.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this billabong wallet very much to my liking and I bought it =)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Wells~ I feel bad for my older wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Just less than 2 months and I changed it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…so this is my 4th wallet of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Oopss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After circling in billabong for more than half an hour, unknowingly, we decided to settle down at Starbucks to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;There, fritzie met a whole bunch of her future boyfriends to be.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;Me and vina feel so "jealous" for her. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;The suspense of seeing one of them signing up one after another is just so funny. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically it's just a camp registeration booth of one of the halls in NUS, and fritzie so happen to sign up for it as well.&lt;br /&gt;So, to me and vina, we think it's a glimpse for fritzie to choose her future boyfriend. =D&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… that aside, we were supposed to discuss on our Bangkok trip.&lt;br /&gt;Hotels, places to go, shopping malls to shop, a mini-malaysia trip etc etc&lt;br /&gt;At least we have one thing less to worry about – air tickets. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hahs… I think basically we still didn't manage to discuss on anything relevant to Bangkok, yet! Thanks to fritzie’s boyfriends streaming in, causing all the distractions.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much rest, it was shopping time.&lt;br /&gt;Vina and fritzie tried on the body shop concealers for almost half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;They did quite a full make up until I feel kinda weird walking with them.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I still believe in my natural beauty ;) hahahs&lt;br /&gt;I saw this bag at topman again! I really dunno if I should buy it. arghh…&lt;br /&gt;But later I saw this bag at River Island. Selling for 110bucks. Original price was 230!!! Ultra Genuine Genuine Leather.&lt;br /&gt;Can just feel and know it. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;As thinking and walked around JUST FOR A MINUTE!&lt;br /&gt;YES, A MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;The bag is gone!!!!! GRRR~~&lt;br /&gt;Taken by someone just when I thought of buying it.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not destined to be mine I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But fritzie had a point, some bad guy will just steal my bag in uni if I simply leave it lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, later in the evening, I caught up with jayne at this Hillsong United Concert!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Jayne, for inviting me =))&lt;br /&gt;It was really great to see a familiar face, a familiar person again.&lt;br /&gt;One of my bridge buddies – Jayne.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was actually how I get to know her.&lt;br /&gt;Concert was Great!! WHOOSH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1010131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ROCKS TOTALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sang at the top of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm gonna leave Singapore soon, it's one of the great encounters to wrap up the whole stay in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the concert, I got to think back on how much fun, how many great experiences I had, even though there are ups and downs, it just makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so amazing to see different kinds of people, and know how I can rely on certain people in life, who to let into my life, how amazing a stranger can offer me a favour…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply a Grand Finale. =)&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/8097228419975620072-2284080565732626193?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/2284080565732626193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=2284080565732626193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2284080565732626193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2284080565732626193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/05/grand-finale.html' title='Grand Finale'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-2037690151874085112</id><published>2008-05-01T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:03:22.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour day =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Labour day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of May!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been counting and counting to this very day to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s like finally I get to have a official day of from work.&lt;br /&gt;All the mundane stuffs at work are just mentally torturous.&lt;br /&gt;Wells~ mental health aside, I guess work have made me exercise less.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… I seriously feel physically out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I seriously need to flex my hibernating muscles before it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;CYCLING!!!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t remember where that idea came from.&lt;br /&gt;But it was ingenious ;)&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I MISS THE BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it’ll be great to catch up with the juniors.&lt;br /&gt;Bet they miss the lovely seniors a lot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we, bring me, my roommate, fritzie and yit an pulled ourselves up early to get to ECPeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;Where else with cycling tracks, beach and the sea breeze?!?&lt;br /&gt;We tried to be there as early as possible to avoid the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Cause yeah~ it can be really hard to even cycle if there’s a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Marine cove is already packed with people.&lt;br /&gt;People skating, cycling, jogging etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Singapore is just so densely populated so it’s not rare to have so many early birds like us.&lt;br /&gt;We got ourselves a bike for just 6 bucks for 2 hours!!! INCLUSIVE OF A FREE DRINK!!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for fritzie’s good knowledge about where to get the cheapest bike.&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn’t believe as other stalls are renting for 6 bucks per hour only.&lt;br /&gt;But I was really impressed by the super reasonable and attractive package at this stall fritzie brought us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got our bikes ready, it’s already 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;And the sun is like at its most excited state, emitting UV rays like nobody’s business.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs&lt;br /&gt;What a great time to cycle and have a tan isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We cycled from marine cove to the very end of ECP.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted about so many stuffs along the way.&lt;br /&gt;So much of catching up to do since fritzie changed her job n times.&lt;br /&gt;As for yit an, what else?!? Studies and the many gossips she has from college and hostel.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;We were feeling totally exhausted at the end of ECP, like duh~&lt;br /&gt;And so we trespassed into SAFRA!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Someone, whom I couldn’t remember who, led us into parking our bikes at a bicycle rental booth unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;What a brilliant idea right?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily one of us realised it just before we were about to hunt for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;People may think it’s free bike day for labour day.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ SAFRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for the flower ah fritzie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At this very end of ECP, there was hardly any people.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, seeing many people around is just very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with just four of us, enjoying the sea breeze, taking in the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Staring at the sea by the beach is just soooooooooo relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;Haih~&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like standing there, letting the sea breeze caress my whole body forever. So nice. So gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ming Hwei met us for lunch at parkway.&lt;br /&gt;Aww~~ she just missed the fun cycling with us. What a pity. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to my suite after lunch for cards.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the girls unknowingly traumatised my neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;They were like screeeaaaaming as they play.&lt;br /&gt;There goes my very good reputation in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at SARPINOS!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;I think they serve one of the better pizzas in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Toppings were very very generous.&lt;br /&gt;I shall save the trouble of describing.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures will do all the talking ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoooooaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fritzie's hungry look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EHHHHH~~~ Who took away half of my pizza!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our happy faces after a great feast ;) everyone's feeling super F-U-L-L!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye Sarpinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year's labour day ROCKS~~ =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8097228419975620072-2037690151874085112?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/2037690151874085112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=2037690151874085112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2037690151874085112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2037690151874085112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/05/labour-day.html' title='Labour day =)'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-3906907452447710629</id><published>2008-04-26T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:23:43.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMK Hub Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AMK Hub Outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Kio.&lt;br /&gt;A great idea form Ying Han the great.&lt;br /&gt;Who else?!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily she chose AMK Hub this time and not Sembawang, North Point or whatever ulu place.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being so understanding ah.. :p&lt;br /&gt;It took me super long for me and some of us to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;Because like she claimed, our class hasn’t been there before.&lt;br /&gt;Well… quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sinister laugh after tricking us into AMK Hub @ Nebo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xin Ying's mischievous look. Definitely somehting up her sleeve. Look carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the Guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TimT in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And again. I know you're in there somewhere, TimT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up Next.&lt;br /&gt;Ying Han being the tour guide of the day recommended us to the AMK Fish &amp;amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;Her great idea of sitting down and wait for the night scenery to witness and experience the beautiful ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the night is a little darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was great meeting up with the NS guys.&lt;br /&gt;Your hairstyles are really cute ;) hahs&lt;br /&gt;All the best to you guys and take lotsa care in Tekong!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy slogging to the rest of us... Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please grab the pictures while you can. For a limited time only =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-3906907452447710629?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/3906907452447710629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=3906907452447710629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/3906907452447710629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/3906907452447710629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/04/amk-hub-outing.html' title='AMK Hub Outing'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-3354583799496438726</id><published>2008-04-25T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:24:14.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chilling out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work work work work.&lt;br /&gt;5 days work week is killing me already.&lt;br /&gt;First there is Monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday, I begin to think like “HUH?!? It’s just Tuesday?” What a long long week more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday? Well, I feel slightly better at the end of the day, knowing that I’m more than halfway thru the week.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, the playful Ricky will partly surface.&lt;br /&gt;AND Friday… WHEE!!! I’m free.&lt;br /&gt;The cycle goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time I get super frustrated by this cycle.&lt;br /&gt;So, there’s always CHILL OUT NIGHT!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes!!&lt;br /&gt;One of the coolest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;So privileged to have the whole night to chill and relax.&lt;br /&gt;No worries. No whatever.&lt;br /&gt;The only worry? Yeah maybe there’s one. Catching the last bus back. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m really glad to have a cool hang out partner and ex H3 lab partner, miss He Li.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… and also one of the highest income earner among the A level graduates.&lt;br /&gt;So lucky.&lt;br /&gt;But well, she claimed that I’m the only one earning more than her among the people she knows.&lt;br /&gt;Erm~ hahs. Yeah, that is after my commission la~ =)&lt;br /&gt;And so, she nicknamed me as Mr 1.9.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we had this whole long conversation at Gloria Jeans!!&lt;br /&gt;The Pasta Salad that she recommended me is really really good.&lt;br /&gt;I liked it =)&lt;br /&gt;We ordered ourselves both a white chocolate chip latte or something.&lt;br /&gt;It really feels good sipping it bit by bit as we talked.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like we’re releasing our stress and pressure we get from work.&lt;br /&gt;Hehs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking Serious. Business is a serious matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Still looking friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Come on, just be yourself. We're free from work. For the day!! and the WEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hmmmmm~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"I know I'm hot. I don't give a damn." quoted from He Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Matching phones!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Smile Smile Smileeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more chill out nights PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;Gimme gimme, gimme more!! Hahahahas =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh no… that night animal is taking over me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8097228419975620072-3354583799496438726?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/3354583799496438726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=3354583799496438726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/3354583799496438726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/3354583799496438726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/04/chilling-out.html' title='Chilling out'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-7674263083553229603</id><published>2008-04-20T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:07:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great great weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Fritzie a.k.a MONICA and I have been talking about this JB trip for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to get our butts off and head down for a shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;Vina and learn khang came along.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we have one thing in common.&lt;br /&gt;We’re colleagues!&lt;br /&gt;Super cool rite!&lt;br /&gt;Going on a trip with colleagues =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sat morning we all woke up the same time as any other working day =\&lt;br /&gt;I so reluctantly pulled myself out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I so wanna wake up late on a sat morning.&lt;br /&gt;But wells, that’s the sacrifice I had to make to avoid the crowd and have more time to spare in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us went in two different groups.&lt;br /&gt;Team A consists of fritzie and vina.&lt;br /&gt;Team B consists of me and learn khang.&lt;br /&gt;The first pit stop was Woodlands Checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the checkpoint was super fast for me even though there was a HUGE HUGE crowd there.&lt;br /&gt;Because as me and learn khang was wondering around to find a shorter queue, one counter just opened right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;However, at the checkpoint, Team A is still leading even though they got stuck for about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;They managed to board bus 170 right in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;Team B followed closely behind.&lt;br /&gt;Evantually, Team A got to the final pit stop – JB Checkpoint a minute before Team B.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas&lt;br /&gt;That was where we met up and walked to city square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed straight for the Cineplex!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahas&lt;br /&gt;Wells, because the movie tics are just so cheap as compared to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Here, a movie tic just cost S$ 4 ONLY!!&lt;br /&gt;That’s the weekend price and it’s STILL CHEAPER than the weekday student priced ticket in Singapore =D&lt;br /&gt;That is why I’m a total movie fan back in Msia.&lt;br /&gt;Especially during the 3 months hols after As.&lt;br /&gt;Watch till I literally ran out of movies to watch. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So, we watched definitely, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;3 relationships, 3 disasters.&lt;br /&gt;And it ended happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;Nice movie.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I can relate my feelings to it.&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts and feelings overflowed in me during and even after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;And… I just don’t know how to put them in words.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, four of us went around looking for hair salons!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha =D&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we thought of doing something, yeah~ just something to our hair.&lt;br /&gt;Groom ourselves nicely at some classy hair salons.&lt;br /&gt;REDS hairdressing, Jean Yip hairdressing, FOX, Hair waves, Thomas &amp;amp; Guys, Jansen.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~ I can now memorise all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Haha~&lt;br /&gt;Well, because we actually went from salons to salons twice or even thrice for some to make up our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Evantually, our final decision?&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!?!&lt;br /&gt;We decided to just buy hair products instead.&lt;br /&gt;Erm…All our effort of walking and surveying…&lt;br /&gt;Hahas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and besides that, we were like eating something every hour!&lt;br /&gt;It’s like after walking for an hour, we’ll like “hey, lets find something to eat!” hahs~&lt;br /&gt;Wells, food back there is just too nice and too cheap to resist!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;Even before we left the mall at 8 plus, we shopped for more food to bring back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like buying everything.&lt;br /&gt;Haih~ just if food doesn’t perish so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After roaming in the mall for one whole day, the chamwhores eventually revealed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~ &lt;s&gt;Dancing&lt;/s&gt; Chamwhoring in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a session of taking pics like nobody’s business, we headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;Fritzie seemed especially lively, jumping up and down, asking what’s next what’s next.&lt;br /&gt;Wells, she claimed she’s a night animal.&lt;br /&gt;And she’s oh so excited that we’re taking the same bus back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really great!!!&lt;br /&gt;We’ll head back to JB, other parts of it or other malls after our next pay day when we have more money. Hahahha =D&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up super late around noon as I was so so so tired after the whole JB trip.&lt;br /&gt;Can still feel my legs aching slightly.&lt;br /&gt;I logged onto msn as I have no plans for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Saw cat, my dearest buddy online.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I complained about me feeling stuck in my room with no where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is a day which I usually hang out at places like orchard, suntec, marina square etc etc with people.&lt;br /&gt;Even my roommate went out.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was telling her how miserable I was.&lt;br /&gt;No plans, no where to go, nobody to go with…&lt;br /&gt;I really really appreciate your wonderful listening ears buddy =)&lt;br /&gt;Luckily she was there.&lt;br /&gt;And then she told me that it is actually a good thing to spend a day with myself.&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, she went off to do face mask, hair mask of whatever mask it is.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I should do something for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, decided to bring myself to parkway to get some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I collected some stuff I ordered earlier.&lt;br /&gt;After which I bought myself a cup of milk tea to sip.&lt;br /&gt;It feels really good to treat myself a nice drink as I walk care freely under the light blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;So free.&lt;br /&gt;My actual plan was to head back home after buying myself drink.&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to head for the beach instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach – a place with so many, so much memories.&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself doing all the things I once did as I walk down the footpath, sipping that milk tea I have in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;It was really crowded as it’s a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;So, I stepped out of the footpath and walked along the sandy beach.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of having this conversation with myself as I walked.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if I’m holding hands with my other self beside me.&lt;br /&gt;The grip was just nice, just the right pressure, just the right temperature.&lt;br /&gt;It was like we’re relating to each other about the thoughts and feelings we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Too much to talk about, too much to share.&lt;br /&gt;So I settled down at a spot under a tree as I was having this conversation within me.&lt;br /&gt;Things of the past and the present went through my mind as we talked.&lt;br /&gt;It was so comforting, going through the past hurts and pain, trying my best to overcome them, one by one, hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Never knew spending time with myself was so enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sorry for always neglecting myself, ricky.&lt;br /&gt;I should have spent more time, quality time with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I made a right choice, having a date, spending a whole day with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the day.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, ricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, jiayi for being there for me on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;If it isn’t because of you and your words, I wouldn’t have did what I did today and have a dreadful day instead.&lt;br /&gt;It’s always great talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you loads.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8097228419975620072-7674263083553229603?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/7674263083553229603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=7674263083553229603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7674263083553229603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7674263083553229603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-weekend-was-really-cool.html' title='great great weekend'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-6145568937282071333</id><published>2008-04-15T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:12:21.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pulled myself up super duper early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;My handphone called me up at 7.20 this morning, which is 1hr earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Well, because I had to go to MOE to run some so called “errands”.&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m able to prepare myself up in a shorter time nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;But my roommate learn khang still consider it long.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… well, because I always take my own sweet time as I always dread to go work.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, all the practice, it’s getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I arrive at the MRT, great, I see the working crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Packed like sardines.&lt;br /&gt;And when I decided to take out my earphones to put some music into my ears…&lt;br /&gt;It’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;Freak.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I used it in my room yesterday and forgotten to put it back into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOE building is just so so SO pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Brings back a lot of memories too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the last time there, I still remember myself talking to some scholar friends.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I see that all of us have pulled ourselves through this 4 year journey.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time going to MOE with a group of friends, I was really impressed.&lt;br /&gt;WE were so impressed by the building.&lt;br /&gt;But after knowing what’s actually going inside, haha…&lt;br /&gt;I guess it isn’t an easy place to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well… time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;So many memories.&lt;br /&gt;4 years of study in Singapore just passed like that.&lt;br /&gt;Haih~ and I’m working now.&lt;br /&gt;I really really miss going to school.&lt;br /&gt;I want to relive the great times I have back then.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having a class.&lt;br /&gt;I just miss the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-6145568937282071333?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/6145568937282071333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=6145568937282071333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/6145568937282071333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/6145568937282071333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-flies.html' title='time flies'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-900133543876572343</id><published>2008-04-12T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:35:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God of Ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up super late on this Saturday morning and found out that it was raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;And so it ruined my plan of going out.&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t like myself to be drenched after putting on going-out-clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I dated myself for the day instead.&lt;br /&gt;I went online and saw cat.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice chat.&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why we went on talking about our past relationships.&lt;br /&gt;The past is always the past.&lt;br /&gt;We just can’t change anything that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels good to comfort and encourage each other since we’re in the same boat for now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the topic ended quickly as it was not too good to dwell too long on it.&lt;br /&gt;What we can do is to treasure the time and chance we have right now to make things right and set things for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, later I played some songs and did some recordings.&lt;br /&gt;Took a looooong time just to record a chorus of a song.&lt;br /&gt;I was worried I will wake the neighbours up but I still sang like nobody’s business.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how I spent the whole morning and afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, thank God the rain stopped and I got ready for church.&lt;br /&gt;I just think I’m pro at being at places ON TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Because I always slowly prepare myself until it’s the time for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;And so as I walked out of my house, I saw a bus coming.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the time, I know I must get on any bus, or else I’ll be late.&lt;br /&gt;So I just hopped on.&lt;br /&gt;1st time talking this bus as I always took the other route.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that followed was all just so perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;The train just left immediately after I boarded it as trains at Tanah Merah towards changi airport always take their own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;And tadah~ I reached church on time.&lt;br /&gt;Service started as soon as I stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually made me and all my other brothers and sisters took the trouble, came all the way to that exact place?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is a day which I so look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Not only it’s a weekend that I can finally rest.&lt;br /&gt;But mainly because I can go to church!!&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of it already makes me feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not because of obligation.&lt;br /&gt;Not duty.&lt;br /&gt;But the love for the heavenly father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the service, I was struck by something.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember the tithe I gave last week for the month for april.&lt;br /&gt;As I’m already a working guy right now, tithe shouldn’t be that small amount when I was a student.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, writing the exact amount on the offering envelope stirred up some feelings in me.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I will never out-give God.&lt;br /&gt;Parting with that somehow large sum of money was hard.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down I knew, what God has done for me worth a million times more than what I gave.&lt;br /&gt;Then, today, what struck me was my weekly incentive I’ve earned from my job this week.&lt;br /&gt;I was dumb folded when I realised the exact figure.&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly 2 times of my tithe.&lt;br /&gt;"God will definitely bless you with 2 fold, 10 fold, or a hundred fold of what you have given to Him"&lt;br /&gt;A phrase which is so familiar and now I see it.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first job, my first income.&lt;br /&gt;And I can see the hands of God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;To see how He has turned so many unfavourable situations around just touched me so much.&lt;br /&gt;Warm tears just flowed down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing love.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Just a small speck of dust in a vast universe.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at the end of the praise song at the end of the service.&lt;br /&gt;My heart trembled and the warmest tear flowed out of my eyes as I know those words came out right from the most deep down and bottom of my heart.&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/8097228419975620072-900133543876572343?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/900133543876572343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=900133543876572343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/900133543876572343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/900133543876572343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/04/god-of-ages.html' title='God of Ages'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-4708538589350716902</id><published>2008-04-08T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:00:41.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how interesting and disgusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been long long time since I have the chance to use my comp to go online.&lt;br /&gt;Well, because I somehow messed up with the drivers.&lt;br /&gt;Causing my comp to be unable to recognise my network adapter.&lt;br /&gt;So couldn’t get on to ANY wireless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah~ so that explain my disappearance from the net, as I can only access msn thru my Nokia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, talking about wireless.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when I have that super ultra cool gadget called the 3G wireless modem?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to that stupid guy who moved into the mansion.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lee was so nice to subscribe to wireless for everybody to use but he complained that the speed was too slow.&lt;br /&gt;So, to please him, the kind soul in me just passed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, staying in this place is just interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I get to see so many good, bad and horrible things.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~ that stupid guy.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a dwarf. Quoted from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn’t believe.&lt;br /&gt;He described him as someone less than a metre tall.&lt;br /&gt;How can it be?&lt;br /&gt;AND the essence is…&lt;br /&gt;HE WEARS HIS UNDERWEAR WALKING AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;SHOWING THE SHAPE OF HIS *toooooot*&lt;br /&gt;Well, later in the day yesterday, I got to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;Ewww~~It is plain disgusting!!&lt;br /&gt;As I was talking to the model-looking lady living next door while she was cooking, she poured out all her bitchiness about that guy.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas~&lt;br /&gt;She said that guy keeps wearing underwear walking around, what does he have to show?&lt;br /&gt;If he’s a good looking hunk, she wouldn’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhas……&lt;br /&gt;And then she also bitched about his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Claiming that his wife came out in the middle of the night with a semi-transparent night gown without her bras on.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas…&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, interesting or rather disgusting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after a chat with her while she was cooking, I found out that she’s really a model.&lt;br /&gt;Haha… cause I have been referring her as “that model lady” to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And so she is.&lt;br /&gt;She pointed to her hair and showed me her “toot hairstyle” (quoted from her) and said she got 1200 bucks for that, so she didn’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I was her, of cause I won’t mind either.&lt;br /&gt;Free haircut and a free hair coloring.&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to talk to her and keep her company while she’s cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody likes company.&lt;br /&gt;Even I do.&lt;br /&gt;In return, I get home-cooked food for dinner =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I’m pretty glad that I made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the boss poured in the weekly incentive for this week.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning I can make extra money. Yays!!!&lt;br /&gt;I correctly predicted it.&lt;br /&gt;So, my strategy paid off.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Will try my best to get something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;So that I can get hold of THAT TOPMAN JACKET!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So cool, sleek and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Simply &lt;strong&gt;my right fit&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-4708538589350716902?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/4708538589350716902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=4708538589350716902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4708538589350716902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4708538589350716902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-interesting-and-disgusting.html' title='how interesting and disgusting'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-5317142362564525918</id><published>2008-03-24T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:02:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I see light...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a long long time since I have the LUXURY of time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;So many people come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s why I was busy busy busy throughout the entire week!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah… maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;University application.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the two harmless looking culprits robbed me of my time.&lt;br /&gt;Essay, essays and more ESSAYS~&lt;br /&gt;Super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, after coming back from work, I turn on my comp and it’s all about scholarships, university applications.&lt;br /&gt;And this senior who visits my room almost everyday sits aside, playing some online flash games.&lt;br /&gt;Gah~&lt;br /&gt;So irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Just hate it to see someone slacking and yet I myself coped up with so many things.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just wonder why am I spending all the time doing this.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I feel that I just have a low probability of getting any scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;Why not just stick to ASEAN scholarship?&lt;br /&gt;No bonds. Isn’t it better?&lt;br /&gt;No need for any essays somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… and the problem still remains.&lt;br /&gt;Will I even get it?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh~~&lt;br /&gt;Then, I know that there’s “life-saver’ called the study loan.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like something promising.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the downside, I needa pay back the money someday.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna eat peas and peanuts everyday while paying back the loan!!!&lt;br /&gt;That’s so poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I’ll just try my best to apply for whatever possible.&lt;br /&gt;And so, that’s where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Doing all the last minute work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, bad things aside, actually, surprisingly, many great things happened this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday plus Easter weekend are filled with so many events.&lt;br /&gt;Went to church yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The drama was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;Would you dare to look back into your past?&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed something scary.&lt;br /&gt;Too much to say about the drama.&lt;br /&gt;It is really one that is worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;My tears just rolled down my cheeks when I see how Jesus was crucified on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;For us.&lt;br /&gt;I was so touched.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like… my love for Him is totally renewed.&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;How amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenyi came for a stay over at my SUITE!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;IT’S REALLY A NICE SUITE!&lt;br /&gt;It’s a place at a really strategic location, right in the middle of food haven with never ending night life.&lt;br /&gt;Wheee…&lt;br /&gt;One of the latest nights I had.&lt;br /&gt;Agreed to sleep at three.&lt;br /&gt;But… hahas~ we were so “time conscious” that the chatting session went on and on even though lying dead in bed.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I think I successfully slept at five instead.&lt;br /&gt;Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and then later in the day, miss lee came over.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, she always came over with new stuffs for us.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?!She got me a 3G wireless modem!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEE~~&lt;br /&gt;I was so so happy, but of course I maintained my composure in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, miss lee the owner of the place.&lt;br /&gt;She’s a really really really really really nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;A young and a pretty one too ;)&lt;br /&gt;We had a good chat.&lt;br /&gt;Talked all about my job, my studies…&lt;br /&gt;She even helped me with my sales so that I can get more commission ;)&lt;br /&gt;And she told me how she managed to study overseas, in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;She even told me about her first boyfriend. Hahahas~&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since she’s selling this lovely place away, that means I’ll only be staying here for 2 months plus.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with her that I’ll still keep in contact with her and she urge me to visit her sometime such as during Chinese new year to get ang paus. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there’s this couple living next door (next room, I mean).&lt;br /&gt;The lady looks really like an ang moh. Really.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought she was some young, hot looking Caucasian who speaks Malay or Bahasa Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;I guess she just so happened to marry a Malay husband and so speaks malay with him.&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, we began talking to each other and she told me she’s a Malay.&lt;br /&gt;Wow… I am really surprised!&lt;br /&gt;She looks so fair la, with a rather blonde/brownish hair.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, the main thing is she’s really nice.&lt;br /&gt;She cooks really well and always asks me to help myself with her cooking.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I get to have at least a nice home-cooked-meal at home these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really fortunate for me to live here. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Nice location, nice people, nice friends.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was hard and tough at first in all this, but I am glad that now, I see light.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like, everything is just so nice right now.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I feel pretty happy these days... wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WIRELESS 3G Modem ROCKS!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-5317142362564525918?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/5317142362564525918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=5317142362564525918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5317142362564525918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5317142362564525918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-see-light.html' title='And I see light...'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-7501315597518672893</id><published>2008-03-13T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:16:50.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking the path of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walking the path of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to work the first day sets me thinking about many many things.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really taxing, until the extent that I took almost an hour to get myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And woke up several times in between my pathetic 1am – 7am sleeping hours.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just like that.&lt;br /&gt;When there’s something bothering me, it’s just like an alarm in me, waking me up automatically.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just how my body reacts so that I am able to get things done, as the best to my ability.&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta try as hard as possible to push myself to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;And never never ever give up!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think I heard that phrase from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where though…&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now I know what it really really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad called just now.&lt;br /&gt;Asked me how am I doing over here.&lt;br /&gt;I really felt guilty for not calling back, mum.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I’m really too coped up with all of the hard-to-handle things around me.&lt;br /&gt;And then I got super duper tired and lost my entire mood so very often.&lt;br /&gt;I’m really glad that you guys called.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really comforting to know that you’re by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Really comforting.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wish to have a loved one right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;So that I have a shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;A hand to hold.&lt;br /&gt;To walk thru this rough and uneven path that I chose.&lt;br /&gt;And try my very best, taking risks that I’ve never taken before.&lt;br /&gt;Walking forward with faith…&lt;br /&gt;And the road isn’t just this easy.&lt;br /&gt;So many discouragements too.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is definitely not pleasing to the ears at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I drain 90% of my entire self to make crucial decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, no bitching.&lt;br /&gt;I abstain from it as far as possible.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it’s just all about sowing and reaping.&lt;br /&gt;Sowing is never ever easy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of us students know it best.&lt;br /&gt;Without putting hard effort into studying, we just won’t get good results at the end.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, students tend to be too intelligent that they’re too blinded and somehow forget that such a principle not only applies to studies as well.&lt;br /&gt;If one believes that he’s a study genius.&lt;br /&gt;Try it, study all your life and see whether you get paid.&lt;br /&gt;One can try by bringing books and notes to XYZ Company to read and study in front of them and see if you get paid for even 3 bucks per hour.&lt;br /&gt;In the outside working world a.k.a the world for survival, it no longer works that way.&lt;br /&gt;It works by sowing into so many other tougher things that require many skills in decision making.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta weigh this, gotta weigh that…&lt;br /&gt;and then decide.&lt;br /&gt;Or come out with something brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad that there’re still people around that still walked me thru some distance.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how great the distance is.&lt;br /&gt;I’m grateful.&lt;br /&gt;As I know many times, I very often pay more concern to others rather than myself.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought of it as I was walking thru an alley earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always do whatever I can to walk or fly with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the waiting and sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;But who am I walking with whenever I’m left walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;Whether I’m at the front, to take to first step and do the experiment.&lt;br /&gt;Or at the back, to be polite and giving other chances to others.&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened, and as I reflect on them, yea~ I slowly realise it.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to care too little for myself.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s written black and white in my character report which I just found out merely days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Please please please, I have to be selfish sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;One friend told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;I’m always willing to take the first step if I can afford it.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there’s a broader way to choose.&lt;br /&gt;But where does it lead to?&lt;br /&gt;A U-turn back to a place where I feel comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;No I won’t choose that.&lt;br /&gt;At all cost even if I’m by myself?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, there’s a Lord of my life that reigns up high, watching over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-7501315597518672893?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/7501315597518672893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=7501315597518672893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7501315597518672893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7501315597518672893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-path-of-life.html' title='Walking the path of life'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-2542496182608736255</id><published>2008-03-12T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:03:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life’s challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs. Rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Two things that have kept me extremely busy and tired for so many many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job.&lt;br /&gt;Took me 6 days to get a confirmed reply.&lt;br /&gt;Went for lots and lots of interviews.&lt;br /&gt;Meet lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting ones too.&lt;br /&gt;Remember having this good chat with one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Property agent.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Got me all excited about properties properties and properties.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it’s one of my area of interest now.&lt;br /&gt;So the next time I fill this section, it’ll be like “Hobbies: Music, Movies, blah blah blah…AND properties.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas~&lt;br /&gt;Okays, and when I’m all excited for it, the pay seems pretty pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ So well, I just frankly told him that having a decent pay would be a major concern for me.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I want a high pay.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that I want to be able to cover my expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Rent, transport, food, and who knows, whatever stuffs etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That guy agreed.&lt;br /&gt;So, I think my hint was to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Getting a decent paying job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I now I know finding a job isn’t a small matter.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I choose to work for like $4 /hr.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, there is a job I enquired that pays FOUR PATHETIC BUCKS AN HOUR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Walao~ that’s cheap labour la.&lt;br /&gt;Well well, never mind about that.&lt;br /&gt;The interview was somehow “cheap” also.&lt;br /&gt;Met at McD for it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got a call from quite an unexpected employer today.&lt;br /&gt;I felt relief.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like finally somebody wants me already.&lt;br /&gt;Hee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But… another unexpected issue popped up.&lt;br /&gt;I got my job and I’m suddenly in a crisis of being homeless.&lt;br /&gt;Jobless VS homeless.&lt;br /&gt;Which is more serious, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, homeless refers to room-less in this case.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because I feel home in this very pretty and comfortable place that I rented.&lt;br /&gt;Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Really nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;Air-con, newly furnished.&lt;br /&gt;And newly means newly.&lt;br /&gt;When I came in, they were in the midst of furnishing.&lt;br /&gt;Touching up, rather.&lt;br /&gt;After a huge HUGE round of brain-storming, I guess it’s partially solved.&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;Wells, I can just pray for things to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah~ don’t have the time to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I still have time for that.&lt;br /&gt;Have to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Must sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;Real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnites ricky.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-2542496182608736255?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/2542496182608736255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=2542496182608736255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2542496182608736255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/2542496182608736255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/03/lifes-challenges.html' title='Life&apos;s challenges'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-4811585332305998325</id><published>2008-03-05T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:32:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Going back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m on this journey back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I decided to take a bus this time instead as it will be faster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s only 4.5 hours for a bus journey compared to the 7 dreadful hours on the train.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1000h this morning, my dad called and changed the original plan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The original plan was me driving myself to the bus terminal and just put the car there. However, dad decided to take a few hours leave from school to fetch me there instead. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I asked him if it will be more troublesome that way but he said it’s ok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Although he doesn’t mention it, deep down, I know, he’s taking the trouble to send me off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Touched.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And my heart smiled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And so I arrive at the bus terminal at 1215h to board the 1230h bus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1245 and still the bus is still no where in sight. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Haih~ talk about inefficiency. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So, I was there thinking, if I were to manage that bus company, what are the new strategies and investment I would take to eliminate such inefficiency.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yeah, that was how BORED I was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now, on the bus, the release of A level results crept into my mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How will I score?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How will I fair?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I really don’t know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I guess it really depends on how the 2007 cohort did as such results depend on the bell curve or that whatever chart thingy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where will I stand then?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So many questions, but I don’t think I’m worried, yet, at least for now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At least I can still sense the word “PEACE” floating in my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It’s a good sign I think.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yeah, shan’t let those adrenalines run in me for so long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It’ll be a total wastage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Shall keep them for some roller coaster ride or something more fun! ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“No pressure, son” was what my mum said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All roads lead to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And I also remember this email sent from our college’s CCA teacher in charge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He said something like wishing us all the best but also not matter what it is, don’t take it so hard, as it is not worth it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He reassured that 5 years down the road, when we look back, we will understand why he said that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I guess we all somehow know what he meant. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But I kinda feel it as I was organising the certificates I had yesterday night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I saw my primary six UPSR exam certificate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Straight As - 7As.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J1X, J2X, J3X.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14 As, 15 As etc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yeah~ our school has a record of having the most number of subjects.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I really don’t know how I managed them then.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Form 3 UEC examinations another 8 straight As.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PMR certificate, I seriously couldn’t find it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All I know is 7As.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A lousy and useless cert anyway. Can’t be bothered to look for it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So what value do all of the have now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Does anyone bother to look at it when I’m at this level?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nope. Nope. Nope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I told daddy and he agreed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh well, I guess this bus is not going to reach &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; on time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Stopped at the rest-house for ONE FRIGGING HOUR!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And I heard it’s gonna stop over at JB too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Haih~ what can I say?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lazy people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Inefficient.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where is that most decent standard?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How are things gonna prosper this way?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I doubt it will, for much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Is that why most people are going out or leaving?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As right now I feel like getting out of the bus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Felt that should have traveled by air instead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The same theory applies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So, am I going out or going back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I just so happen to say that I’ll be going back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for results and my dad corrected me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Going out, not going back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Going back refers to going home……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-4811585332305998325?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/4811585332305998325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=4811585332305998325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4811585332305998325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4811585332305998325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-back.html' title='Going back?'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-5937244414155988061</id><published>2008-02-29T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:21:32.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the seremban gang (yeah~ me, turtle and zhenyi) pulled ourselves up around eight in the morning to wash up and get ready for our journey.&lt;br /&gt;The journey to Kuala Lumpur International Airport, KLIA in short.&lt;br /&gt;Introducing our driver, *drum-roll* miss turtle aw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Senior co-driver and advisor, me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And on-board sound effects engineer cum entertainer, zhenyi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahas =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this was supposed to be a surprise-send-off.&lt;br /&gt;So, we were discussing about back-up plans.&lt;br /&gt;What if yorshee’s car is behind us?&lt;br /&gt;How do we react?&lt;br /&gt;Smart turtle suggested we duck.&lt;br /&gt;…. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and we crash?!?&lt;br /&gt;Another “smart” answer from our “smart” turtle.&lt;br /&gt;What if yorshee’s enter the transit before we reach?&lt;br /&gt;Etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for Jusco to search for a lovely pair of gloves for yorshee and decided to head for somewhere else for breakfast later.&lt;br /&gt;At first, we thought it’s gonna be a quick shopping, but the search for that LOVELY pair was a tedious one, so it took longer than we expected.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we manage to grab hold of one in less than half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Are we just efficient or what?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 10.40am and so we realised there was not enough time left for our breakfast plan.&lt;br /&gt;Zhenyi and turtle got tempted to the fresh sushi made in the morning and bought them as breakfast while I got this craving for waffles and bought a nice, sweet chocolate waffle =)&lt;br /&gt;Zhen got the best of both worlds as he got himself a peanut butter one too.&lt;br /&gt;And so, we picnicked throughout the whole journey to KLIA… whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.40am, we arrived safely at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We, the trio, alighted the vehicle and decided to give yorshee a surprise. Heh heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPRISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can’t believe we’re here right?&lt;br /&gt;Touched, but too delighted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;That was what yorshee said…&lt;br /&gt;This is that look she claimed.&lt;br /&gt;Touched + Happy gives you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We sat down at Macs for another round of breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;More like we were just renting a space for us to sit and talk and…and…&lt;br /&gt;Photo-shoot!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;This time, was really our very very last time doing this with yorshee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We gave her this pair of gloves we made.&lt;br /&gt;Convince her that this was our gift for her to use in Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really useful.&lt;br /&gt;Your hands really sweat the moment you put them on.&lt;br /&gt;100% satisfaction guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We’re glad you liked them =) hahas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm. Time for yorshee to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Our official last photo together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so, we handed her that lovely pair of gloves we got.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a waste that we did not manage to capture a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;Promise us you’ll wear it when you feel cold ya.&lt;br /&gt;Touched and sad to leave this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were also sad to see you leave, but I also feel happy for her that she is on her way to live her dream.&lt;br /&gt;All the best, all the best, all the best…&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged words of encouragement and bid farewells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later, to cheer up our mood, the entertainer played his role really well.&lt;br /&gt;Led us into doing crazy stuffs at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;And so we posed and advertised for KLIA’s 10th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1000143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a funniest home video (or airport video, rather..hehs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TuYxqahn-1M"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TuYxqahn-1M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moral of clip, turtle is corrosive!!!&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE! Don’t touch her. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a time, sometime later for me to embark on this same journey as well.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;Where will I be heading?&lt;br /&gt;What kinda life will I have?&lt;br /&gt;Who are the people that I will be meeting and hanging out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, that’s the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat, yokechen, yorshee and to all of us that will be leaving each other soon, we’ll meet each other again in a year, see you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Departure gives us a chance to meet again."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for sharing this phrase on my blog, dearest cat.&lt;br /&gt;Huggss. I miss you loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8097228419975620072-5937244414155988061?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/5937244414155988061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=5937244414155988061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5937244414155988061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5937244414155988061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-2-today-seremban-gang-yeah-me.html' title=''/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-3572827528708333062</id><published>2008-02-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:26:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to leave, leaving, left…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the remaining of the seremban gang – me, zhenyi and turtle went over to yorshees for a last round of chatting and crapping.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we never ran out of topics to talk about whenever we meet up.&lt;br /&gt;Really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, we just gotta have a finale for everything.&lt;br /&gt;So, we tried to make yorshee thinks that this will be our last meet up before her departure.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm~ wanted to see some tears but she was too concern about rehearsing for the departure the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, of course you’re busy.&lt;br /&gt;Got REHEARSALS!!!&lt;br /&gt;1st time, 2nd time, 3rd time some more. *hats down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa~ first time I heard someone gotta rehearse for departure leh. Cool!! Hahas~&lt;br /&gt;Practise cat-walking out of the room (isn’t that cat’s job? hahs), getting the luggage, walking down the stairs etc, with those sad music playing in the background&lt;br /&gt;oh, and even putting on a jacket as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a grand farewell ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we’re still lucky enough to savour a last round of pastries made by Yorshee Confectionaries.&lt;br /&gt;All because we were kinda hungry then.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas =)&lt;br /&gt;Turtle had a hard time convincing herself to eat them as all she thought about are fats fats and fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, in the end, she gave in to temptation. Hahaha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was this letter.&lt;br /&gt;From your "sexy" handwriting, I know you wrote it in the speed of light. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, yorshee, for taking out some time of your busy schedule, writing down your thoughts and the memories.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs hugs hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, what else?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we did not miss a last round of our tradition with yorshee as well.&lt;br /&gt;Our never-to-be-missed-photo-taking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too many. Can't possibly put all of them. Hehs ;)&lt;br /&gt;Crazy us, for the one last time with yorshee.&lt;br /&gt;And we did a great job bouncing up and down her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time for us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;It was not easy to leave.&lt;br /&gt;We hugged and kept saying goodbyes, all the best, good luck all over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;For a few minutes, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold back our feelings due to the reluctance to leave, I guess it was our best option to just stand there and stare at each other’s faces.&lt;br /&gt;It was getting late. We soon realised.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, as I ignited the car engine, I just suddenly realise that this will be the last time stopping by at her house, to get stuffs, fetching her out and back home, dropping by whenever I’m bored…&lt;br /&gt;You won’t be hearing this familiar sound for a long time, yorshee. I told myself, as I reversed and drove away from that familiar silhouette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-3572827528708333062?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/3572827528708333062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=3572827528708333062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/3572827528708333062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/3572827528708333062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-to-leave-leaving-left.html' title='Going to leave, leaving, left…'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-8790182242724992836</id><published>2008-02-27T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:53:34.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewells.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess that feeling is finally setting in, in a greater impact, this time.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of seeing people leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewells, farewells and more farewells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was the departure of yoke chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/16022008005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_2954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; I hope she’s doing very well after a week or so in Taiwan. All the best to her in being that Malay professor which you mentioned the other day ;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the bear~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_2979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat it with kindness ya.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure it’ll come back in a piece wor. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was cat.&lt;br /&gt;We had this last night hanging out with her.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, wasn’t a great grand surprise because it wasn’t planned by the best planner – jiayi-the-great, right?&lt;br /&gt;But that’s the best we can come out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_3257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;turtle's hiding again, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_3256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_3259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you loads already, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up next, is yorshee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_2926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;tsk, turtle, WHERE ARE YOU again? so fun to hide meh?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_2935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Flight on Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Just hours from now.&lt;br /&gt;50 hours maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at those pictures, it’s pretty sad to know that we’ll be separated by a It’ll be very short for people with things to do such as studying.&lt;br /&gt;But, for a guy like me which is still doing nothing, I guess it’s harder to get time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;Should I get a job?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What job?&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two simple questions, but they can make my mind grow tremendously big when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah~ never mind about that.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I miss you...&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/8097228419975620072-8790182242724992836?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/8790182242724992836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=8790182242724992836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8790182242724992836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8790182242724992836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/farewells.html' title='farewells.'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-7327406883664365886</id><published>2008-02-24T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:37:57.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back @ chhs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me, yorshee, zhenyi and turtle decided to head back to school yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this will be our very last chance of returning back as ultra-great-grand seniors, as we’ll be leaving home and go away for our studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up for breakfast at the school’s canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Many of the caterers have changed. Different form the ones we had at the good ol’ days.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a bowl of wanton mee.&lt;br /&gt;The stallholder was a different auntie.&lt;br /&gt;And that mee tasted different from the one I had 5 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;It was tastier then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we headed for the staffroom.&lt;br /&gt;But on our way there, yorshee and turtle were lectured for a LOOOOONG ten to fifteen minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100626e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See la~ your dressing, too exposed and inappropriate. Tsk tsk tsk…&lt;br /&gt;Hahas =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the staff room, we met up with zhen’s favourite teacher – MISS JULIE!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally she had the chance to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;Then, later we bumped into our form teacher for J1X.&lt;br /&gt;She still recognized me after seven years. =))&lt;br /&gt;She said I didn’t change too much, but Mohd Shah said I was totally different.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah cikgu Mohd Shah, you promised us a drink / high-tea. When? When? When?&lt;br /&gt;The teachers were very proud of us.&lt;br /&gt;“So, you guys still keep in touch, after soooo many years” They all said that.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, how can we not?&lt;br /&gt;It just got so much better this holiday, like yorshee said.&lt;br /&gt;Really amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, after so much HARD work, we finally succeeded in “breaking into” The Place.&lt;br /&gt;Where else?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The X-rated place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100636e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100633e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First time you’re so smart leh, turtle!!&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to turtle for breaking into it for us. Claps claps!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say we never give you chance to prove yourself. Hehes.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break in.&lt;br /&gt;Surprised to see how it has evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100630e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100627e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J1X, J2X and J3X.&lt;br /&gt;A place filled with great great memories.&lt;br /&gt;Too many, too much of them.&lt;br /&gt;It’s overflowing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Dug out many of them during the times we spent together this long hols.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffs like how we hit each other, chase around, joke at each other etc.&lt;br /&gt;And how a murder almost took place. Haih~ cat, cat, cat…&lt;br /&gt;Still dare to act innocent wor… hahas =P&lt;br /&gt;Oh, turtle remembered this time when we hid in that secret chamber (chamber of secrets) for one whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret chamber at the back of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100628e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was Julie’s lesson, she reckoned.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to be naughty. Tsk tsk~&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;And MORE!&lt;br /&gt;So many wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CheerS, X-ers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100639e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a moment to think about the memories we had.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8097228419975620072-7327406883664365886?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/7327406883664365886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=7327406883664365886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7327406883664365886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7327406883664365886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-chhs.html' title='back @ chhs'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-489286073103243424</id><published>2008-02-23T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:14:28.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER birthday surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANOTHER birthday surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went directly to sleep after typing the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed at 3.30am but I think I rolled on the bed till around four.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was still feeling happy after what had happened earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so it wasn’t really a spoilt surprise after all, buddies ;)&lt;br /&gt;As it had some impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up a while later when mum came into my room, tidying the mess which my brothers did.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t be bothered to pull myself up at around SEVEN in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I did some calculations.&lt;br /&gt;THREE HOURS OF SLEEP ONLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I would be crazy to pull myself up at that moment. So, I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, I was disturbed, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;What now!?!&lt;br /&gt;I sense this cold feeling on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Gah~ I couldn’t be bothered again and continue putting myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPRISE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I slowly opened my sleepy eyes when I heard those familiar noises.&lt;br /&gt;There stood cat, yorshee, turtle, zhenyi and longkang, right in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was definitely shocked to see you guys right at my house, in my room at this moment. 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;But I was too happy and sleepy to express them on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;I know I looked a little woody then.&lt;br /&gt;Still couldn’t believe you guys attacked me when I was lying totally defenseless on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it was really a great surprise for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I was pulled out from bed to go downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;And I was greeted by six plates of this “thing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="441" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_3232.jpg" width="562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="437" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_3236.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I really couldn’t believe it too.&lt;br /&gt;You all came all the way to my house to cook me breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;And you did it again.&lt;br /&gt;Cooperated with my parents behind my back to set me up for another surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why there’s this pleasant but tired looking look on your faces.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, oh my, oh my, waking up at SIX to buy stuffs and drive down to do all the preparation and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;How did you guys manage to do that!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;It was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I love you loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you made a video.&lt;br /&gt;With this on the CD cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Yorsh&lt;br /&gt;Music Director : Cat Lim&lt;br /&gt;Executive Producer: Zhen Yi&lt;br /&gt;Casting: Learn Khang&lt;br /&gt;Editing: Old Chan&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Guidance: Yoke Chen&lt;br /&gt;A Turtle Aw Film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee =)&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a short clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vx2g-aIocsQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vx2g-aIocsQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining 80% of it shall remain confidential ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to catch VANTAGE POINT later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;Because, everyone went back to catch a sleep, as some of us didn’t even sleep or just slept for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas…&lt;br /&gt;I know, my fault.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for really doing it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Was a cool movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I rushed over for some time with my dearest mum, dad and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I was late by half an hour, as I was driving around town, dropping off friends back home as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mum =P&lt;br /&gt;But you were brilliant by ordering the food first.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a VIP as the food was served just seconds after we informed the waitress about my arrival.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here’s what mum and dad got me. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="811" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100625.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="536" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100613.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Make a wish, make a wish =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="496" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100619.jpg" width="566" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s enough.&lt;br /&gt;As I know you have been showering me with much love and things that I need,&lt;br /&gt;So, It’s okay, I don’t need a gift from you ;)&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve been getting gifts for myself so frequently… hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye February the Twenty first!&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see ya next year.&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/8097228419975620072-489286073103243424?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/489286073103243424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=489286073103243424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/489286073103243424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/489286073103243424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-birthday-surprise.html' title='ANOTHER birthday surprise!!!'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-8457893887529818350</id><published>2008-02-21T02:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:43:10.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February the Twenty-first</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;February the Twenty-first.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours before today, I went to city park with my dearest friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was really a BLAST!! Yeah, A BLAST!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 476px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="721" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_3167e.jpg" width="740" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="699" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_3168e.jpg" width="593" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a grand 5-mintues-long-fireworks to usher in my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to the main sponsor, RB Land =D&lt;br /&gt;and also the great company from the bestest friends.&lt;br /&gt;What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, we went on with our favourite past time.&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring and posing like nobody’s business.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy poses, funny poses, 18SX poses……&lt;br /&gt;You mention it, we got it.&lt;br /&gt;The girls, so into getting that next top model contract.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t stop learning how to get that “two-teeth smile”.&lt;br /&gt;No worries.&lt;br /&gt;I’m very sure you’re gonna get it perfectly well like real SOON by practicing it whenever we’re together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that was the little surprise for me.&lt;br /&gt;Learn khang sacrificed by locking himself in that awfully smelly toilet to call the girls.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t know about that as I couldn’t wait to get my nose out of that place.&lt;br /&gt;All I know was that we, the three musketeers, walked a big round around city park to get to my car.&lt;br /&gt;And when I was approaching the place where I parked my car, I see people squatting behind it.&lt;br /&gt;“Huh, did someone accidentally bang or scratched my car” I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a good thing that at least they stayed back to wait for me to arrive”, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Before my mind process any further thoughts, the people went crawling under my car. Hahass..&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise. So, it was the girls with my birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="655" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_3183e.jpg" width="796" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An injured cake.&lt;br /&gt;Haha… it doesn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really SWEEEEEEET to know that you girls came running all the way to my car to give me that surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta praise you for your effort in LOCATING it in the first place and running towards it.&lt;br /&gt;But you found it!!!!! In the midst of SOOOOOOOOOOO many cars.&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys put in much effort in planning it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just that it came 10 seconds earlier. Hehes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just simply love you guys. muacks. *hugss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8097228419975620072-8457893887529818350?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/8457893887529818350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=8457893887529818350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8457893887529818350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8457893887529818350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-twenty-first.html' title='February the Twenty-first'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-5096294368294843179</id><published>2008-02-19T22:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:05:20.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chiense new year is ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese new year part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days of wearing beautiful, dashing, new clothes ended.&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss them… sobs~ haha.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, new year isn’t so much about clothes, but the time spent with loved ones. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 512px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100494.jpg" border="0" height="1022" width="736" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we went back to kampong.&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be boring, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But I just took it as accompanying my dad to visit his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I know he was excited or at least happy that we’re heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back there, me and my brothers were just sitting there, gobbling down all the new year cookies, while mum and dad did all the talking with the relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, then later I got bored and started squeezing my little bro. hehe~&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, SQUEEZE!! His shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a free massage, I told him.&lt;br /&gt;He said it’s painful. That means you’re unwell, I told him. And YOU NEED MORE MASSAGE!! Wuahahas =D&lt;br /&gt;So, he was smart, he claimed it was soothing, with a distorted face, eyes closed tightly.&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, but your expression shows otherwise wor.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;And then, he forced a happy look, with his eyes wide open. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;So to give him credit, I stopped the “free massage”.&lt;br /&gt;What followed after this made me laughed on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger kids (which are my cousins’ kids, yeah, my cousins are all grown ups) came up to us.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they have been observing our little play a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;So, they rushed up and gave both of us that free massage to the both of us with their little hands. Hahaha~ =D&lt;br /&gt;And of course, their little hands can’t possibly do any harm to us.&lt;br /&gt;“Just see what you’ve taught them,” said my bro.&lt;br /&gt;Haha…&lt;br /&gt;Little kids are just so cute!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, nothing much for me back at dad’s kampong.&lt;br /&gt;So that’s just one of the highlights of our trip back there. But of course mum and dad had a good chat with the adults, while I listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 469px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100498.jpg" border="0" height="854" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 456px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100502.jpg" border="0" height="854" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, but following that was a series of so many interesting events.. =)&lt;br /&gt;Dinners, dinners and more dinners at various places.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder if I had put on any weight. I better not. I still feel light. Heh…&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, I’ll make sure I’ll get rid of them soon. Work outs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched CJ – 7!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a really touching and meaningful movie.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes watered.&lt;br /&gt;And I remember hearing my bros weeping beside me too.&lt;br /&gt;I tried holding on to my tears, but… it just overflowed.. opps. =P heh~&lt;br /&gt;It’s not shameful to let your tears run down at that part of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;It’ll take a heartless person for not having their eyes watered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 441px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100516.jpg" border="0" height="849" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 443px; height: 323px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100522.jpg" border="0" height="486" width="463" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 451px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100528.jpg" border="0" height="814" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 291px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100529.jpg" border="0" height="470" width="638" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 489px; height: 355px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100564.jpg" border="0" height="465" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 358px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100565.jpg" border="0" height="528" width="692" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so, the fifteen days of the New Year is coming to and end.&lt;br /&gt;How will this start of the New Year is gonna end? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-5096294368294843179?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/5096294368294843179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=5096294368294843179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5096294368294843179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5096294368294843179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/chiense-new-year-is-ending.html' title='chiense new year is ending'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-8088658735446159644</id><published>2008-02-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:06:26.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell video for yorshee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A farewell video for yorshee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZ_bXuYK2ns&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZ_bXuYK2ns&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to see you leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I must say I'm really proud for you for being able to make your way to Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;I must really thank you for everything you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;To cheer me up, make me feel better, keep me company, talk to me etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an important person to many people around you, i'm sure. At least you know I'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Will miss you deeply. really.&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes in everything you do.&lt;br /&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/8097228419975620072-8088658735446159644?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/8088658735446159644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=8088658735446159644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8088658735446159644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8088658735446159644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/farewell-video-for-yorshee.html' title='farewell video for yorshee'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-7754420086250085094</id><published>2008-02-16T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:20:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th the february</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An hour before 14th of february, I was sitting on the sofa, wondering how tomorrow is gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;I began thinking of all the stuffs that I can do.&lt;br /&gt;And also spared some thought on organising some party for the gang back here. etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got ditracted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the clock and I feel like slapping myself for getting distracted again.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like 2 more hours to my bed time and I still have lots to go thru.&lt;br /&gt;Press on, dude, for just a few more hours. I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll gonna walk out of that examination hall, smiling, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but the amount of pages I was left with is just impossible to be completed within the two hours.&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought of the encouraging messages from my friends which came into my Nokia throughout my study.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I locked myself out of LIFE for two days, to do some last minute mugging.&lt;br /&gt;No yum-cha, no movies, no internet, no everything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I didn’t know how I manage to do it, but I managed to. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta be responsible for all the procrastination. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been informed way in advance but heh~ I just left the two books untouched, always finding excuses to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Mum paid a few hundred bucks on this examination, and I just have to make it for her and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so I have digged out the study genes in me.&lt;br /&gt;And when they finally resurfaced, VOOM~~ I found myself reading on and on.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a deja-vu of A levels, mugging late into the night. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Mum said no pressure on it, but I just feel that I gotta do it, to prove myself once again.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I just want to give it my all, my best shot at the end of the day, at this late hour.&lt;br /&gt;I just have this seriousness in taking up this responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;The only plausible reason is because this is one of the first steps to the many careers that await me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m taking this step to learn how to establish or start a stable career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the early morning, I flipped open the book the first thing after I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;My mum asked me to drive to that examination centre which is at KL, as she was very reluctant to drive, and I answered, “If you want me to fail the exams, I’ll drive.” She laughed. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;So I studied all the way from home to KL.&lt;br /&gt;That was how serious I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the exam took place. 2 papers, one after another, with just half an hour break in between.&lt;br /&gt;There weren’t any papers actually, because the exam was conducted using computers.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it’s like the undang test we took for driving, but of course much LESS COMICAL than undang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR DREADFUL hours of torture passed!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was dreadfully tortured in an exam hall on valentine’s day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it… =S&lt;br /&gt;Ahha~ one thing that made me proud of is that I’m the youngest among them =D&lt;br /&gt;There’s one guy who is one year older than me but never mind, I’m still the youngest. Keke…&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… it has been a long time since I have this “young” feeling. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only I was the youngest person who took the exam, I was the youngest who passed.&lt;br /&gt;I gave a sigh. Phew. The two days of endless mugging finally paid off, finally.&lt;br /&gt;I can finally get back to my life, my mum said. She knows best as I was totally unlike my lively self for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;Whee!! It’s over.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting all the people who supported me, encouraged me and motivated me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my friends, mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to make a big fuss over it but you guys kept me on by your many words of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for remembering and though I may be too busy to reply.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My valentine’s day gift for you, mum – a working business licience. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll be heading for PARIS!! hahas, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not such a valentine’s day right? Well, at least it was rewarding, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-7754420086250085094?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/7754420086250085094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=7754420086250085094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7754420086250085094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7754420086250085094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/14th-february.html' title='14th the february'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-3568751457661340467</id><published>2008-02-10T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:10:39.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2008 – Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*** A gentle reminder for the "penang gang", check out our SEXY POSES on that penang video at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 FEBRUARY 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year 2008 – Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year 2008 rocks!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Well, not because of the any pow $$$ I get. They’re pathetic for me every year, really.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this year’s programme for me was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I had low expectations for it and… hey, it’s turned out otherwise =)&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to everyone in my family. My bros, daddy, mummy, I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;I know we have more stuffs coming up. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest friends and buddies, I loveeeee you guys loads too.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun setting off all our MINES, BOMBS and many other explosives at yorshees yesterday. Haha~ of course not yorshee’s house, but a field nearby.&lt;br /&gt;Those BIG and small ‘booms” really scared some of you eh.. especially turtle. You’re super good in coming out with various sound effects to create the atmosphere for us =P&lt;br /&gt;Oh, congratulations to turtle too, u managed to light up a handful of those, what you call it, erm.. matchsticks "pao". *claps claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I’m pretty into lighting many of them. Haha~ I used to remember that they create a very very loud bang. Really. But the bang sound didn’t gave me any kick. Haha… well, yoke chen said that it’s because I was small then, so the bang was loud to me then. Hmm.. maybe. Wells, so, I just kept lighting them one after another, since we cant have quality sound, i shall just have QUANTITY!! Hahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoke chen very smart ah, ask me to hold on to the lighted crackers a little longer before throwing it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah.. even before I lit them, she’s like TEN METRES radius away from me la. Even jumped crossed that big longkang (drain).&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk… still dare ask me do all those dangerous stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after waking up some babies, (how we know? Because we hear their cries… oppssss ^_^") we decided to play some PG (Parental guidance) stuffs instead of those 18SG stuffs. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and we were polluting the atmosphere like nobody’s business. Heh…&lt;br /&gt;okay, not that bad la.. but hey the smoke that they created are pretty horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, that reminded me, one of our 18SG thingy gave us a BIG, LOUD boom and created a ring of smoke! SUPER COOL!!!! Woots!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, and so, we were dancing in the midst of the smoke we created.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the residents will think. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;Deprived teenagers? Acting like crazy in the middle of the night which is almost midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Nope nope. We’re having fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next is our very special tradition again.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!?! WHAT ELSE?!? Haha… our camwhoring session!!!&lt;br /&gt;We’re just pro models and photographers.&lt;br /&gt;Setting camera on self-timer, and get into our poses in 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;And since everyone was super tired after the boom-ing session, I sacrificed myself in running front and back to set the timer.&lt;br /&gt;Whoosh… I had a great exercise doing that, really, as I was totally perspiring during our photo shooting while the others were lying lazily on the sofa, figuring our next pose.&lt;br /&gt;And we concluded that camera makers like Panasonic, Canon, Sony etc should integrate a remote control for cameras for self-photo-shooting purposes.&lt;br /&gt;That will totally make our camwhoring session way much easier. Hahs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how many pictures we’ve got?&lt;br /&gt;Hahas~ I WANNA KNOW IT TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, yorshee, you go do the counting since they’re all in your digicam.&lt;br /&gt;Better not lose or damage your memory card. We spent half an hour to one hour on it! =D&lt;br /&gt;Send me the pictures or let me copy them. I just can’t wait to get them so I can post them up. Heh… ^.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-3568751457661340467?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/3568751457661340467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=3568751457661340467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/3568751457661340467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/3568751457661340467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-2008-part-1.html' title='Chinese New Year 2008 – Part 1'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-5487732079677946845</id><published>2008-02-07T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:02:16.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting ready for cny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A gentle reminder for the “penang gang”, check out our SEXY POSES on that penang video at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 FEBRUARY 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&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;Well well well, Chinese new year is finally here. Many people I know have been preparing for it since many weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the baking expert, yorshee have been busy baking her genuine home made cookies. Can’t wait to savour them. Pineapple tarts!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Cat is busy helping her mum in spring cleaning her house over and over again, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;Me? I didn’t even get myself a haircut to get ready for the new year. I wanted to get one but I believe my mum may be the only mum telling her son not to cut my hair. haha~ really.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I ask if I should go for a haircut, she’ll ask me not to. Sometimes I just cant stand it because I just feel I need to get one every 3 weeks. Well, no her fault actually, because I told her that I want my hair to grow longer. =P So, she said that I need to give it some chance to grow, and not cut it. Patience patience patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family just did some last minute job on the last few days. But hey, we did all the job real real fast. My youngest bro is just so enthusiastic in hanging up all the ang pows and Chinese new year stuffs to decorate the house. And of course we cleaned the house. In just a blink of and eye, *poof*, our house is ready to invite the new year =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum cooked a real sumptuous meal for both our reunion lunch and dinner. Super full after having them.&lt;br /&gt;Especially that reunion dinner, was a grand feast. Sooooooo many dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I expected it. Even though I’m so so tired after helping out with stuffs the whole day, I still pulled myself into doing workouts. Phew~ well it’s worth it of course, I got to be at my best shape for the start of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m smart. yes yes yes. hahaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-5487732079677946845?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/5487732079677946845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=5487732079677946845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5487732079677946845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5487732079677946845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-ready-for-cny.html' title='getting ready for cny'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-1845907304227831212</id><published>2008-02-06T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:17:03.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashbacks of penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. It’s the time of the day when memories flow into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And here it is, a compilation of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tTUal9kCgU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tTUal9kCgU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many great memories and times we had back there.&lt;br /&gt;Little things like how we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or “some of us” were almost late for the flight,&lt;br /&gt;Checked in to our hotel room,&lt;br /&gt;Navigated ourselves using maps,&lt;br /&gt;Hired Cabs,&lt;br /&gt;Walked for miles together as we joke and talk along,&lt;br /&gt;Shopped for that special shirt or dress,&lt;br /&gt;Hunt for yummy food, lots and lots of them,&lt;br /&gt;Roamed around town by taking rapidPenang, which is the first time of taking public buses for some,&lt;br /&gt;Captured the great times with our digicams, especially to make that rm5 more worth it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;screamed as we play our very interesting card game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;celebrated cat's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, unfortunately, we didn’t manage to go to certain places such as Queensbay mall, Red-box due to the very short time of 3 days for our trip.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time together with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the company that makes this trip like no other =]&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs hugs hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song chosen – my destiny tells how great we’ve make a difference in each other’s lives.&lt;br /&gt;It has been SEVEN years, yes, 7 years since we met each other.&lt;br /&gt;Our bonds are still growing strong.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like we are still in the days when we were together in school.&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, we are separated by lands and seas while we’re in pursuit for our dreams, our studies.&lt;br /&gt;Really amazing to see how close we are,&lt;br /&gt;how we care for each other,&lt;br /&gt;how we sacrifice for each other,&lt;br /&gt;how we held onto each other,&lt;br /&gt;and how we feel for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how we made a change in our destiny, our lives.&lt;br /&gt;which we never could have done it, without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-1845907304227831212?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/1845907304227831212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=1845907304227831212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/1845907304227831212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/1845907304227831212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/flashbacks-of-penang.html' title='flashbacks of penang'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-8477520790513962369</id><published>2008-01-31T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:20:59.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a change of mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a day of roaming around town, yes, again~ Life’s like that for me everyday. Now, that’s the main reason why I can’t get my study done. Uhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum, loves to scare me whenever I drive. When I’m like driving peacefully, she’ll grab me from the side out of a sudden, just because the car next to us comes to close to us, for the other way round. Whoa whoa~ good thing I have a strong heart I tell you. Haha. But hey, I’m in good control every time when I drive. And that’s what drivers have to do. Confident and stay in control. I’ve been reminding yorshee about that many times. Hahas~ You just need drive more ;) and you’ll get a hang of it. Then it’s your turn to come and fetch me. You promised, remember? ABU or AUDI, doesn’t matter. Of course you know what I prefer. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then when I reach home, feeling totally exhausted, I decided to do some work outs. The first thought of it was like “oh no, it’s today again!!” Nevertheless, ricky has a great determination =) But I was feeling great after it. Yup. Guess what after that? My body began to dance to this very song on the radio. Can you believe it? Music-sensitive, I really am. Haha~ well, after a stressful day, hitting the roads, and knowing more is to come, it’s good to shake my body a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jenny - by The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="140"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/QfEYEQZnib/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/QfEYEQZnib/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="140" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy song? Sad song? I don’t know. It managed to cheer me up somehow. Was pretty high at that moment actually, moving from head to toe. But as I listened to the lyrics, it just stirred up some feelings in me. Well, doesn’t it? I put on a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are thoughts that I feel like expressing initially. But I don’t know… this song just manage to put them aside for now. It’s a good change to the mood in me and for my blog, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I find myself nodding to the beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8097228419975620072-8477520790513962369?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/8477520790513962369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=8477520790513962369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8477520790513962369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8477520790513962369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/02/change-of-mood.html' title='a change of mood'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-4501814452432739949</id><published>2008-01-29T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T01:11:19.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little steps we take</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am, at my second home – Jusco shopping mall. Sipping that chocolate milk shake at Macs. Hope it helps in making me feel happier since I’m alone here. And this is what yorshee said to me on msn, “they put chicken fats in those things!!!. “and you don’t see the blobs of fat floating in the shake” she continued. Haha~ *roll eyes* I don’t care, it just tastes so good. Very good. Well, of course there can’t be fats in it, but chocolate, shake, eh~ not really that healthy, I admit. I’m sorry for my poor body, for feeding you with this. But hey, just take pleasure in it first and we’ll do workouts later in the day when we’re back home okay? Yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I didn’t ask for a company is because I intend to study over here. What else? For my exams. Hmm~ 11 February. Lets see…13 days more to go. Argh. That’s just two more weeks! Oh no, I just realised. I feel like hitting my head. Goodness. I haven’t been studying for months and it’s just so hard to get started =S This is just “kacang” compared to that Singapore-Cambridge A level course which is like, erm… totally insane. Till now, I still don’t understand why they just want to torture (they call it stretch) students like that. Cambridge A levels doesn’t do that to students anywhere else in the world. Okay, if I can do that, of course I can take this step and do this easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a transition, I believe. Out here in the real world, stuffs and things that you learn will be not quite the same, or very different, rather, from the things u learn in school and college. Yeah, it’s a different stage of life. And I guess I’m getting a preview of it now. Well, that makes me realise that, hey, I’m a big boy now. Yeah. And I think things differently. In a mature way, I believe. I tend to see things differently from the way I used to when I was years younger. Yes, I do realise that. When I’m talking with friends, watching something, or even when I just sit alone and think about things, the way I think is just so different than before, for the better of course =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s gonna be “big boy” business from now on. That doesn’t mean the things that we’ve gone through in the past are just crap. Nope. We continue by refining the things we did in the past. And I’m getting a hang of 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;It is these little steps that we take which make us a greater person in life, which is especially important for a guy, I think ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-4501814452432739949?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/4501814452432739949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=4501814452432739949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4501814452432739949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4501814452432739949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-steps-we-take.html' title='little steps we take'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-5476671551939583756</id><published>2008-01-24T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:49:00.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so close</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always appreciate friends who share songs with me. Thanks a lot to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="140"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/iyuYud-n-g/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/iyuYud-n-g/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="140" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Close. It’s playing now. A song from the movie – Enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice movie, which, I believe, left many thoughts in the minds of the audiences, including me after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play this very song on my Nokia E65, music player and also while driving. It just gives me this very special feeling to me whenever I listen to it. I even play it on repeat mode while I’m on the wheel, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that time when you were just so close to something, someone but… just didn’t turn towards that happy end? Let’s face it, it happens sometimes. But why? We ourselves may or may not know the answer. And how many times were we just so close, but still said our goodbyes to that happy end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re in my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the world is calm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when I’m with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A life goes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now forever I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far we are so close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’re so close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And still so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want our happy ends, you know it, but sometimes, we just walk away from it. You saw a chance there, which you always longed for and should take it, but turned away from it. Sounds familiar to most of us, doesn’t it? Why didn’t we grab that very opportunity, when things were just so close, so close… Think of it… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There can be a time when you decided to let go or turn away from the happy end or even not walk towards it, just because you love a person too much. It's true. You'll agree if we've walked thru the same path before. Never mind if it doesn't make sense to some, but sooner or later, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song just makes me, and maybe most of us, to think back of how close we were to reaching that happy end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...so close and still, so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8097228419975620072-5476671551939583756?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/5476671551939583756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=5476671551939583756' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5476671551939583756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/5476671551939583756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-close.html' title='so close'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-4944874991888292742</id><published>2008-01-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:27:41.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well well well… I’m on my way to be the successful businessman that I dream of! Hahas. Okays, maybe at the starting point only. Hehe… because I got to sit for this entry test first to become an agent of the company. And guess what? I have two BIG books to read through =S Congratulate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/22012008006.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mum will help me with it actually =) With that business, of course, and obviously not the studying. If you want something, you’ve got to put effort into it. Hmm… something I heard of earlier in the day. Yeah, my dad was telling that to my youngest bro. Well, apparently he’s like super excited with his new school and the choice of his CCA. Was I like this before, I wonder. This enthusiastic for school. I think I was. The perfect mirror of my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven’t been touching any books since studying for A levels. TWO full months like I said. Then now comes two big books for me to study. Haih… my eyes automatically go @_@ everytime I pick them up. Okay okay, there’s got to be a start to everything. I’m telling myself that. And at the end of the day, the harvest will be abundant. Go ricky, you can do it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad just talked about careers and stuffs over dinner just now, and many times before. My dad, hahas… loves to talk about many theories in life and whatever that comes to his mind. Well, he makes a lot of sense in his words most of the time, a friend told me so. And honestly, he does. But, sometimes, he can go on and on and on till he’s repeating the same point all over again. Hahas. And I’m just too kind to interrupt because I’m too kind to do so for all he has done for me =) But don’t worry dad, I do listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does working actually feel like? At this point of time, working seem pretty cool to me. You know, going to work in the day and hanging out at night or during the weekends with friends and colleagues. I always have this dream that when I get to work, I can buy this, this and this without feeling guilty as I wont be spending my parents hard earned money. It’s like a long list of things awaits me when I get my first job. Whee…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on, give me my job soon so that I can live my dream. Hahs.&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/8097228419975620072-4944874991888292742?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/4944874991888292742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=4944874991888292742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4944874991888292742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4944874991888292742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-for-work.html' title='time for work?'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-1999986633986139743</id><published>2008-01-21T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:28:57.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whooshh!!! 3 days 2 nights at Penang was really great great great great great!! Every hard work we put into the planning of this trip paid off really well. Great job everyone!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really fun to see how we navigate ourselves thru Penang by using the many maps we grabbed from the airport ;) We’re super duper good at it, I tell you. Hahas. We brought ourselves from one place to another, form the South to the North, East to West. Yes. We really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was the checking in of hotel. We were given a presidential suite! Haha.. well, sort of. It was B-I-G. With a mere 150 ringgit, it’s definitely worth the money. You know, we're still like kids. Hahs. Jumped on the bed, played pillow fight etc etc… So, the whole room looked like it was run over by a tornado or something just minutes after our arrival. Hmm… are we childish? Nope nope. We’re just young at heart! Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been eating a lot a lot in Penang. Savoured almost all the good food there. Despite the sore throat I’m having, I still eat whatever that I can get. Hehe… Well, seems that I’ll have to buff up a bit after returning from the trip. Don’t forget your yogas too, my friends. Haha… I don’t really think I changed much but I just feel guilty. Lets work ourselves back into shape for the coming new year!! Then we can go eat some more good food soon. Melacca, maybe? Heh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to say about the trip, really. My brain is still taking its time to compile all the great memories we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshooting on the plane. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/P1100307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FIVE SECONDS before crossing the street while waiting for the lights to turn green!!! Crazy people, i know =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/21012008005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning from the trip, I believe all of us fall flat on the bed right away. Too tired to do anything, and even to remove my lens. So, I slept for a few hours with my lens on. Life’s back to normal, I told myself. There’s always an end to a great time. Yup. That’s only when we tend to realise how great the trip is, like a big family, looking after one another. It has been 7++ years since fate brought us together, though separated away by land and oceans, it’s really heart warming to see how great our bonds are =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 22nd jan. 2 full months of holidaying after my A levels and still enjoying it. That’s the way man!!! Haha… keep it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-1999986633986139743?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/1999986633986139743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=1999986633986139743' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/1999986633986139743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/1999986633986139743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-from-penang.html' title='back from penang'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-650015800709363363</id><published>2008-01-18T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:59:38.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories we shared back here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the things I always do. Get myself thinking about the memories we shared back here... And here's a compilation of flashbacks in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/goJCflUb6SQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/goJCflUb6SQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;And we're flying off to Penang tomorrow!! Penang, Here we come =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-650015800709363363?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/650015800709363363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=650015800709363363' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/650015800709363363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/650015800709363363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/memories-we-shared-back-here.html' title='memories we shared back here'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-6608268236876289467</id><published>2008-01-17T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:06:39.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things around us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phones, phones, phones… they are all over my house now. So now with one cordless phone or a normal phone at almost every corner, it’s like a surround sound system every time someone calls my house. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a day ago, everything was totally the opposite. We have two fixed line numbers but only one phone. So every time when I wanna talk in the room, I have to detach that phone from the living room and carry it to the room. Two different lines, but only one can be used at any point of time. Yeah, weird. But now… whoosh, a cordless phone is just an arm’s length away. And right in front of me is just two phones with just about 30cm apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my mum a suggestion that we can make internal calls around the house with that “yeah, right” kind of tone. Oh, she was well amused by that function. We don’t live in a palace you know but to her she thinks it pretty useful and will be all the more useful after we move into our bigger house. My bro suggested placing one in the toilet. Good thing it’s still the voice call era, and not video calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know. Very often we don’t get to appreciate what we have around us, especially when in abundance. Phones in my case. People rarely realize how important or how fortunate something or someone is to them until they lose it. Many of such thoughts appear to me very often in a situation as my mind wanders away. My mum’s friend who is very close to my age came back from a trip in China told me that we are really fortunate here to have cars. “Really? Try driving them chauffeuring people around every day and see!” I thought. But what she said was quite true as we get to go everywhere we want by simply starting the engines and parking the car at our destination. No need to think about anything. A friend said this “do you think we can still go mamak this often and hanging out till ultra late after we leave for our studies again?” The obvious answer is NO. Away from home without cars, I long for them. Waiting for MRTs and buses especially are a plain waste of time and distresses the mind and body. And why now, I don’t find myself appreciating them? I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, when you have it, you rarely treasure it, until it’s gone. Why we find ourselves beating the lights, sometimes? Gambling with our life? Yes, because it’s something which we don’t seem to appreciate until we lose it. On a smaller scale, why many times you don’t find how important a person is to you until you lose his presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be great if we know how to appreciate these big and little things and not lose them in the first place. But sometimes, this is not the case, and it can be too late but not too late. And the last thing you will wanna do is to sit there and regret forever…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-6608268236876289467?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/6608268236876289467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=6608268236876289467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/6608268236876289467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/6608268236876289467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-around-us.html' title='things around us'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-8272416424705573577</id><published>2008-01-15T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:55:17.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stages of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Woke up late this morning. Mainly because I’m having a sore throat so I kept forcing myself back to sleep each time I opened my eyes. Good thing it really worked as it kept me in my dreams till half past eleven. I know this can be a small matter to some as they can sleep way beyond it. Oh wells, I’m not really good at sleeping I admit as I often find myself awake most of the time and sleeping only takes up a small part of my 24 hour cycle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The next thing after I open my eyes, my mum came and told me she scheduled an appointment for me. What appointment? I wonder. Well, it’s something that helps rejuvenate the skin, face and body. The catch? Fetch her there. Hahs! It’s just a small matter. Driving her around and be her chauffeur has been my part time job here. Good thing is I can have the car all to myself every time after that to roam around town or do some visitation. So I got up, had my breakfast and a shower, and got on the wheel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hmm, I think I deserve it after dragging myself through so many years of studying. Like the days of having minimal sleep whether to mug for tests or just to school in time. Now I can finally slack at home for endless days to turn on the TV, play the piano, going out anytime. Unlike my brothers who still needs to go school early every morning. Ha… but hey, your big brother went through 12 years of study to earn himself this, ok. I’m sure you’ll have your time. So, do well in school first, bros =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m proud of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/13102007005.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know studying in that independent school isn’t easy at all. I spent three challenging years there that made me who I am today. Mum and dad wants the same for you guys too. It’s really a place which will train you guys, stretch you beyond your abilities at your young age when it’s best. I still remember how hard I worked myself through. Don’t worry, because I didn’t feel a thing at all then, until I look back. So, have a great time there, really. I hope I already played a good example, as a big brother for you. Whatever I can achieve, you can do it too, maybe even better. I’m really proud to see how you guys have been following and excelling in your studies there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It puts a smile on me to see how I was then by looking at you guys. Just like a live video of my past. Bittersweet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-8272416424705573577?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/8272416424705573577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=8272416424705573577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8272416424705573577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/8272416424705573577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/stages-of-life.html' title='stages of life'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-4036712662683527848</id><published>2008-01-14T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:06:49.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money business</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Blog is finally subject to some final refurbishing and touch up. I want to give my many thanks to the honourable designer, yorshee, who kindly gave her time for this. It’s really a great motivation for me to make up my mind to blog. Thankew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you loadddddds!! =) I owe you a drink...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 263px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/IMG_1944-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, just had a 101 blog operation and maintainance crash course at starbucks. Like yorshee said, it’ll only take a while and a while only. Surprisingly, it took no more than 30 minutes. What a fast learner I am! Hahs. Okay, also because under the guidance of the experienced blogger. So, positive positive gives positive! =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eventually I had to leave early to get myself on the way to KL to listen to some unit trusts talk. Money making course!! Hahs. Nah, just to broaden my general knowledge. Yorshee asked what unit trusts are. I gave a laugh as I found it pretty ironic as she’ll be taking up some economics or commerce course in university but have no idea about unit trusts. Well, maybe after this talk I’ll be able to give her a good explanation on it. Heard my mum talking and explaining about it to her clients about it many times. Basically it’s just “making your money work as hard as you do”. It’s something worth doing rather than allowing your hard earned money or savings to slack in my bank account which only gives me a return of 0.025% interest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Making your money work as hard as you do, a strategy which many people use, consciously and unconsciously. In simpler words, investment. It’s something good to work with. Nowadays, working hard alone is no longer enough to be successful. How far can the wage of a profession bring you? My dad asked. Yes definitely it will be enough, enough for to feed yourself and have a decent house in your mid 30s of 40s. The business world promises you a world of possibilities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sometimes, I do dream of myself working in the business world in my middle ages, connecting myself with the business world on the go. Just like now, typing on my IBM ThinkPad at the rear seat. Feels good. Difference is that I’m blogging now while I’ll be keeping tracking the stocks or supervising the operation an MNC right at my fingertips. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And that’s my dream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-4036712662683527848?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/4036712662683527848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=4036712662683527848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4036712662683527848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/4036712662683527848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/money-business.html' title='money business'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-7204895056183924208</id><published>2008-01-14T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:47:06.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our ideal world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Celebrated my brother’s birthday at Kensington yesterday. It was a belated celebration for him though. The ambience was great. They were playing classics and I could recognise some of them. Then, the difficult part came in - the ordering of meals. It’s really hard to pick what we want from such a great variety of them. Normally, I would pick the chef’s recommended dishes but I don’t see any of them marked in the menu. As usual, we took our time as we all did a thorough analysis and debate on available dishes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Following that was the camwhoring session. Of course, featuring the main person of the day – the birthday boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 347px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/13012008020-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The upcoming birthday boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 344px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/13012008007-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And also… the last birthday boy of the year who can’t wait any longer. haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 346px;" src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii5/rickylleong/13012008015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;boys. boys. boys... it's brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s so much of a difference. Well, this brother is one year older now, that’s for sure. Balloons, party hats, birthday suit etc are no longer in his taste. Yeah, what he wants now are Nike /&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;adidas soccer shoes, football and more upper class stuffs. Yup, now I realised how inflation takes place in the family’s economy. Usually at a higher rate or percentage than the national’s inflation rate. As kids grow older, hah! That’s when the rate goes rocketing into space. Well, of course I wouldn’t say that I’m not guilty of it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is like a norm in many families. Well, that’s because you and I are living in this ideal world. “Ideal world”, a word I just heard from a TV programme just now. Now, I know sometimes we wonder that our world we live in, and yes, I mean the surroundings and situation we are in, are really ideal. Distress, bitterness, stress, hurtings etc. But when I see the non ideal world out there, where there is civil war, and people who are dying… I don’t think that we are in a bad state any longer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blood diamond. I watched that movie but nope, I’m referring to a much more real case scenario which I saw on TV just now. Do we get our hands chopped off just like that when we refuse to be exploited or to work? Sometimes when we say we are used, by people around us, but when compared to the extent of the exploitation that the poor people are facing, I feel that we have to stand up again and stop embarrassing ourselves. Are we forced to live in run down houses, tents with HIV, Malaria and other life threatening diseases roaming among us? The list goes on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next time, think twice before calling the world we live in “non ideal”, just because we couldn’t get what we want.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8097228419975620072-7204895056183924208?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/7204895056183924208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=7204895056183924208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7204895056183924208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7204895056183924208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-ideal-world.html' title='our ideal world'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097228419975620072.post-7795464668774635251</id><published>2008-01-12T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:11:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how old are we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This 15 year old stallion that I’m sitting on, I love it quite a lot.  Though 15 years old this year, it often gives me this great feeling whenever I’m  riding it. Smooth… Like a typical stallion. The older it is, the better it gets  as it tends to understand the feelings of the owner over time. Been riding it  for almost 2 years and it kinda complements or reacts to me perfectly well for  every move and action I make. Great transmission. Yeah. It’s a manual. Gets into  every gear smoothly with every shift I make. “You handle it with such ease”,  some remarked. When driving a manual, that’s the only thing available to play  with my skills, not to mention about automatic transmission nowadays. Hence, am  I just good in this or whether this stallion has a good understanding of the  driver, I wonder. It’s not new and there it doesn’t come with any “va-va-voom”  technology. All it has that I’m sure of are 2 very basic pairs of wheels and a  power steering. Well, of course when compared to the younger and newer specie at  home, it is not as well in certain ways. As people age, there will definitely be  some crankiness or whatever it is. The same logic applies. The one thing the new  will definitely not beat the old – experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after 15 years, many  of these stallions are still in production. Hence, it seems that this very  stallion that I like has earned himself a good reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I  was driving along the streets, I got myself thinking. I’ve been meeting up many  of my old friends and best buddies this holiday. Movies, shopping, talking,  having breakfast, traveling etc etc... I don’t think we really have many of such  times left. People are gradually leaving, one by one. And truly, this is very  rare chance for the closest friends of mine to be at the same place together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friends. At this mature age, what do you think about them? What are  your feelings for them? My mum suddenly asked me one day. "Erm.. yes! i love  them" i told myself. A question which I often ask myself too. I hear many views  from various people. Some say they walk you through a certain phase of life, and  move on. Meet them up for a cup of tea sometimes to catch up a bit when there’s  time. Some say it’s advisable not to hold onto too tight because you’ll soon  find them moving on. It’s like an old car, scraped after ten years. For  practical sake. Old friends are like how this old stallion is to me. The longer  the time we spent together, the more I love them. One thing old friends have –  they understand you. And of course I’m talking about real friends. One them  once wrote to me, “fly away, follow your dreams, but never forget the ones who  tried to fly with you”. I seriously love you guys who walked me thru everything.  Happy times, sad times, difficult times… No matter how long we’ve walked  together, and no matter where we ended up, either at the top of the hill or the  valley, one thing I know is that we grabbed each others hand and held onto each  other once to get ourselves to have the right momentum, the right velocity and  obtain the right air lift to open our wings and fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you flying and  yet leaving something, someone behind? Think again... &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/8097228419975620072-7795464668774635251?l=onelife1love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/feeds/7795464668774635251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8097228419975620072&amp;postID=7795464668774635251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7795464668774635251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8097228419975620072/posts/default/7795464668774635251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelife1love.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-systems-ready-to-go-start-by.html' title='how old are we?'/><author><name>thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15884063129499214417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_by-BhZPdGdw/SbzmB6SmwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAQL3EMIK0A/S220/pencil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
