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type='text'>那些年,我们一起追的女孩</title><content type='html'>一部绝不可错过的好电影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;【那些年，我們一起追的女孩】電影主題曲《那些年》&lt;br /&gt;演唱：胡夏／作曲：木村充利／作詞：九把刀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又回到最初的起點&lt;br /&gt;記憶中妳青澀的臉&lt;br /&gt;我們終於來到了這一天&lt;br /&gt;桌墊下的老照片&lt;br /&gt;無數回憶連結&lt;br /&gt;今天男孩要赴女孩最後的約&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又回到最初的起點&lt;br /&gt;呆呆地站在鏡子前&lt;br /&gt;笨拙繫上紅色領帶的結&lt;br /&gt;將頭髮梳成大人模樣&lt;br /&gt;穿上一身帥氣西裝&lt;br /&gt;等會兒見妳一定比想像美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想再回到那些年的時光&lt;br /&gt;回到教室座位前後　故意討妳溫柔的罵&lt;br /&gt;黑板上排列組合　妳捨得解開嗎&lt;br /&gt;誰與誰坐他又愛著她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些年錯過的大雨&lt;br /&gt;那些年錯過的愛情&lt;br /&gt;好想擁抱妳　擁抱錯過的勇氣&lt;br /&gt;曾經想征服全世界&lt;br /&gt;到最後回首才發現&lt;br /&gt;這世界滴滴點點全部都是妳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些年錯過的大雨&lt;br /&gt;那些年錯過的愛情&lt;br /&gt;好想告訴妳　告訴妳我沒有忘記&lt;br /&gt;那天晚上滿天星星&lt;br /&gt;平行時空下的約定&lt;br /&gt;再一次相遇我會緊緊抱著妳&lt;br /&gt;緊緊抱著妳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWzlwGVQ6_Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWzlwGVQ6_Q&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你相信有平行時空吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-6426754146870531844?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/6426754146870531844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=6426754146870531844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6426754146870531844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6426754146870531844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='那些年,我们一起追的女孩'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-2525734675880641104</id><published>2011-06-12T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:40:09.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doraemon and Optimus Prime</title><content type='html'>Oops... Its been almost 6 mths since my last post... haha... no wonder Mrs Chua been nagging at me to blog... but well, after the fiasco with the last blog entry... it is also good to stay low for awhile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a Optimus Prime toy with the KFC meal the prev week.  (U'll probably start to question What is this old man doing with a transformers toy?)   Well... Let me try to explain... The transformers toy is to remind me to be able to "transform" myself (such as mood, attitude) to deal with all aspects of my work.  Been reading a few books lately (spending my time reading on the way to work, esp after my psp got banned by Mrs Chua).  So saw the need to be able to "transform" myself to deal with my work, esp when I personally think it is not a good job fit for me.  Well... I always believe how u do anything is how u do everything... so no matter how much I feel unhappy about my work, I must always be able to turn my mood around to get things going.  Oh yah... actually I don't know many characters from Transformers... so getting the leader of the good guys is perfectly correct... I'm a leader and I'm a good guy also right? =&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same logic goes to why I have a Doraemon (cushion) (which my lao po bought for me) in my office.  I want myself and my section to be like Doreamon, to come up with solutions to any problems that my "customer" has for me.  No problem is a problem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminds me... I also have a model car in my office which I place on my CPU unit.   Again the reasoning is not difficult... I'll own a car of my own very soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe in the power of the subconscious, you can be the person you want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-2525734675880641104?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/2525734675880641104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=2525734675880641104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/2525734675880641104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/2525734675880641104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2011/06/doraemon-and-optimus-prime.html' title='Doraemon and Optimus Prime'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-8846983974824431441</id><published>2010-12-26T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:08:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB trip 26 Dec</title><content type='html'>Went to JB with Van's family today... had some random thoughts along the way... so thought of blogging about it before I go to bed...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was at the KTV.  1 of the girls played like a dozen Korean Pop songs. All of the songs she was just mouthing the lyrics, along with the audio. The MTVs played are the original MTVs which has only Korean lyrics... So not many Singaporeans will be able to appreciate the lyrics. The girl kept commenting that she only listen to Korean Pop nowadays. A question came into my mine... How do you "listen" to a Song whose lyrics are totally foreign to you? Unless you take the effort to google for the translation of the song, you're probably just listening to the music? Judging from the other comments such as "he's so cute" and "the dance moves so nice", I think the more likely description is that the kids (I mean kids as in probably she's not the only one, given the Korean Pop craze nowadays) "look" at the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been listening mostly to Chinese Songs. While I do also sometimes focus on the particular singer's dance moves or the song's melody, the lyrics are always the most important to me. I always appreciate a good lyrics. That's why I can't appreciate English Songs, as my grasp of English is not strong enough for me to understand the lyrics by listening to it... And I definitely won't be able to appreciate Korean songs (or for that matter, Thai, Jap and African Songs all sounds foreign to me) then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dinner at a kelong restaurant.  Ok... Need to clarify on the statement. Me and some of the companions had dinner at the restaurant. Some of the other companions were "Iphoning" at the restaurant, who happened to be able to be able to squeeze out some time to multi-task by eating their dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays, I always ask my close friends out for a meal. I always appreciate (and thankful) for the conversations we can have over the meal. I've always tried to minimize talking/smsing on the phone during such occasions, out of politeness for the friend(s).  Lao Po also knows of this and have been refraining from smsing/calling me when I meet my friends (Thanks Lao Po), and she also tries to minimize such activities when she is with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok last part... I think it's good to encourage the young to work during their vacations. I learnt to appreciate money much better thru my various stints at temp/part time work. But then again... some just will never learn when they just need to ask/shout/request/insist/threaten for money from their parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-8846983974824431441?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/8846983974824431441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=8846983974824431441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/8846983974824431441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/8846983974824431441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2010/12/jb-trip-26-dec.html' title='JB trip 26 Dec'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-8803815123549186024</id><published>2010-12-19T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:38:56.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>2010 is coming to an end... 2011 is coming... 1 of the more impt things coming up in 2011? A few of my friends are getting married! Haha... Really happy for them. So far confirm got 4 getting married on 2011, Val, SW, JH and WL. As for CW, know that he is also getting married but not sure when. WL has already told me that I'll be involved in his wedding... haha... well... time for me to understudy some weddings before mine right?&lt;div&gt;So what will my wedding be? Tentatively we're planning it to be in 2012 28 Jul... But there are a lot of factors not sorted out. 1) Will we save up enough money for our big day? Its once in a life time... How am I going to strike a balance between budget constraint and what my wife envisions to be her dream wedding? I can see a number of quarrels coming up. 2) Parents/ relatives is another issue. Not really a matter of either set of parents will disapprove... (well I tend to think that I'll be a good husband anyway, at least better than my performance of a bf) but its more of any advice or customs they want to carry out. Then there is the matter of some family conflicts, which A will not attend if B attend, C cannot be arranged to be seated with D kind of issues. Well, time for me to showcase my persuasion skills then. 3) Proposal! Haha... Something is quite wrong right? We more or less decided on the date. We've booked our wedding gown package. We've booked our HDB. Yet I have not proposed to her! Well done! Her favorite rebuttal nowadays is " You have not proposed to me!" Time to start planning how to do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side track abit... Why haven't I been blogging? When u spend most of your time drafting emails and reports/papers in office, I don't want to touch the computer at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-8803815123549186024?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/8803815123549186024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=8803815123549186024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/8803815123549186024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/8803815123549186024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2010/12/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-7803399326883030729</id><published>2010-06-03T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:38:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我们没有在一起</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 宋体, SimSun, ',新宋体', NSimSun; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我们没有在一起&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;作词：黄婷 作曲：陈韦伶&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;你一直说的那个公园已经拆了&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;还记得荡著秋千日子就飞起来&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;漫漫的下午阳光都在脸上撒野&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;你那傻气 我真是想念&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;那时候小小的你还没学会叹气&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;谁又会想到他们现在喊我女王&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;你哈哈笑的样子倒是一点没变&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;时间走了 谁还在等呢&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;这杯咖啡忘了加糖&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;真不是我那麼伤感&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;世界太复杂 你说单纯很难&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我当然都明白&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;可是呀只有你曾陪我在最初的地方&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;只有你才能了解我要的梦从来不大&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像情侣一样&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我痛的疯的伤的在你面前哭得最惨&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我知道你也不能带我回到那个地方&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;你说你现在很好而且喜欢回忆很长&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像家人一样&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;总是远远关心远远分享&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;那条路走呀走呀走呀总要回家&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;两只手握著晃呀晃呀舍不得放&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;你不知道吧后来后来我都在想&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;跟你走吧 管它去哪呀&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;这杯咖啡忘了加糖&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;真不是我那麼伤感&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;世界太复杂 你说单纯很难&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我当然都明白&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;可是呀只有你曾陪我在最初的地方&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;只有你才能了解我要的梦从来不大&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像情侣一样&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我痛的疯的伤的在你面前哭得最惨&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我知道你也不能带我回到那个地方&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;你说你现在很好而且喜欢回忆很长&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像家人一样&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;总是远远关心远远分享&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;可是呀只有你曾陪我在最初的地方&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;只有你才能了解我要的梦从来不大&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像情侣一样&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我痛的疯的伤的在你面前哭得最惨&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我知道你也不能带我回到那个地方&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;你说你现在很好而且喜欢回忆很长&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像家人一样&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;总是远远关心远远分享&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;我们没有在一起至少还像朋友一样&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;你远远的关心 其实更长&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-7803399326883030729?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/7803399326883030729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=7803399326883030729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/7803399326883030729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/7803399326883030729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='我们没有在一起'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-5672618916870606132</id><published>2010-05-06T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T02:00:59.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are bad</title><content type='html'>This was the title of a speech I gave during a speech training class in sec 2. I can't remember the contents other than the title. But here's a short story deserving of the same title.&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kept feeling this niggling pain in her abdomen. While the pain wasn't painful enough to cause any disruption to her lifestyle,  it triggered thoughts that it might be something serious. B learnt of A's worries and recommended that A visit the specialist. The specialist told A that it wasn't a serious condition and is only triggered when A consumes certain types of food. Naturally, A would only have to cut down on those food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly, A's lifestyle returned back to normal and she almost forgot about this condition. C learnt of A's condition and commented " U know, i heard that this kind of things cannot be detected through scans or xrays. My friend told me that her friend also had regular abdomen pain but the doctor didn't detect anything serious. A few months ago that person found out that she was having stage 3 cancer." A started to worry. "What if it is cancer? What if it is something serious?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly, A's abdomen pain returned and she feared for her health. She started to claim MC at the slightest of pains and went for all sorts of specialist checkups and treatments, both Western and Eastern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end, A was dismissed by her company for missing too many days of work, her savings was depleted with the checkups and treatments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U never know how your statement, whether or not intentional, can affect a person's life. Please think twice (or thrice for certain people) before you talk.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-5672618916870606132?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/5672618916870606132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=5672618916870606132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5672618916870606132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5672618916870606132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2010/05/friends-are-bad.html' title='Friends are bad'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-7333061122582912265</id><published>2010-03-16T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:42:16.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok let's have a quick update... (before I sleep and my lao po continue nagging me at not blogging)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Happy Birthday APGC! Today we celebrated the 2nd Anniversary at the F1 Pit, next to the Singapore Flyer. The good thing about it... I have the afternoon off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2nd Visit to Flyer! Went with Mrs Chua to the Flyer again today. This time we only shared the capsule with 2 tourists, and we spent our time on the flyer happily snapping photos away! (u can access Mrs Chua's blog or her facebook to view the photos, I'm sure she will upload) We brought a camera stand alone, so we manage to take quite a number of couple photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bought a air cooler! What's with the weather this days? It has been very hot. Thankfully I'm in the air con room almost the whole day so wasn't so affected by the weather. Anyway I bath cold water. But Mrs Chua is different, every night she has been "reminding" me to install an air con in our new home. Her room, unfortunately, had too many built in stuctures that prevents an air con from being install without removing quite a bit of things. So we bought an air cooler instead. The air cooler works by evaporating water, so just need to add ice and water before sleep in order to have a good night's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Carrefour! A bit out of pt but I feel cheated by the staff in Carrefour. We were waiting for our movie to start so shopped around Carrefour. We walked past the air cooler section and felt that the price were still reasonable. 4 or 5 (bad memory) were placed side by side ranging from $88 to $149. A saleslady introduced us to the $149 product immediately and assured us that it is the best and most popular of the selection. She also showed us how to maintain the air cooler by washing and rinsing the filter. We were impressed and Mrs Chua wanted to buy, but I insisted on my usual tactic of "cooling period" for making high value purchases. So after the movie, Mrs Chua still felt that she wanted it, so we went back to Carrefour again. This time a male salesperson served us. He introduced us to another product, $117, and again assured us that it is the best and most popular of the selection. I queried him about the difference between this item and the $149 item, and he immediately took out the filters and showed us how the paper filter of the $149 item needs to be replaced periodically as it is paper (he even demonstrated by chipping of a portion with fingers), while the $117 item's filter can be washed as it is cloth. He even mentioned that he asked the management to keep it at $117 over the weekend as they just brought in a large number of stocks, and it will be back to it's original price of $148 on Mon. Although we did buy the $117 product in the end, I was still kept puzzled by how the 2 salesperson's statements didn't match. So as Mr and Mrs Chua was visiting the Flyer on Mon (which is today) we sneakily went back to Carrefour to check the price of the item. It was still at $117! Haiz... If I'm free enough I might wanna drop an email to Carrefour... I dislike dishonest sales tactics... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-7333061122582912265?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/7333061122582912265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=7333061122582912265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/7333061122582912265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/7333061122582912265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok-lets-have-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-8006504845532099717</id><published>2010-01-24T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:34:13.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops in my last post I didn't mentioned about some1... so was nagged at and kept pestered at to blog about her... ok ok... blog then blog lorz...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is sitting in front of another comp playing his facebook games, surfing blogs etc. Everynight she also do that... well... not that I have any objections or what, as long as no unnecessary money is spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I have to apologise to her... haven't been accompanying her much since I started work... even more so since I started studying... one day at most see her a couple of hours... everyday supposed to sms &amp;amp; talk to her for awhile during office hours I also often don't keep to my promise... sorry lao po... try as much as possible k? But sometimes I'm really too busy with work so don't blame me k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will I really get marry this girl? Must consider seriously hor... (I'm talking more about u!!!) Well... both of us have our responsibilties... so you cannot always grumble when I spend time or money on other stuff k? It's part of the package... haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been looking at flats... the resale flat market is really quite expensive for me to be able to afford... so have still been looking more at HDB flats... next month there will be a BTO release in woodlands... hopefully the venue is suitable and I'll get it? Thankfully HDB has various grants to allow me to buy a BTO flat... Based on my current salary I can get a additional housing grant to settle the 5% deposit required... then the remaining 5% can be paid when the flat is built... which by that time I should have enough CPF money to pay for the remaining 5%...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another option is buy resale flat (which obviously is not the preferred option since it is really too expensive nowadays) But anyway i should still be able to afford... Given that there is actually a 40k housing grant for applicants who live with/near their family, and an additional housing grant, so I'm more or less settled for the 10% downpayment... But the only remaining issue lies with the COV, which everyone is asking for quite a lot... and I practically don't have any cash to settle the COV... How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually today's blog entry's objective is 400 words... haha... Primary sch assignment? Have been quite some time since I need to fulfill a minimum word limit... but well... I'm done and I'll get scolded later... haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-8006504845532099717?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/8006504845532099717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=8006504845532099717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/8006504845532099717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/8006504845532099717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2010/01/oops-in-my-last-post-i-didnt-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-5770849327369711107</id><published>2010-01-17T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:32:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hihi... I'm back...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... I'm know I'm frequently missing... but when u have endless emails to clear... You won't have the feeling to type even a single word more... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I'm over my 6mths mark... and I'm officially confirmed... so things are going according to plan? Let's see where I'll be in another 3 and a half yrs... Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally started my masters... finished my 1st wk... well... its really a bit tough to juggle work and studies... but I will survive... hey I'm a survivor...what can defeat me right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... going to be 26 yrs old this yr... old old man... suddenly from a student to become a working adult... suddenly took over the entire job of supporting my family... well... I'm still young... but can I make mistakes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope... I have to be very careful in everything I do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-5770849327369711107?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/5770849327369711107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=5770849327369711107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5770849327369711107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5770849327369711107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2010/01/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-4829615584449777172</id><published>2009-10-13T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:17:28.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSP</title><content type='html'>2 days back Mrs Chua's PMS came visiting and we quarreled 2 days in a row. Hey the feeling is not good k? Hate the feel of having to quarrel once every month. Sometimes it feels dumb. I know she's having PMS but I still can't give in. She knows she having PMS but she also can't give in. Funny right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the 2 of us cooled down and I have to do something for her right? Specially went down to Defu Lane to collect this PSP SLIM I won in a lucky draw for a employment survey I did. Went over to her place... bought some durians she has been bugging me for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I handed her the PSP she was SOOOO happy. Rolling around on the sofa like a baby. Haha. It's been so long since I see her so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it take a lot to make another person happy? In any case, I am happy as she is happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-4829615584449777172?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/4829615584449777172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=4829615584449777172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/4829615584449777172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/4829615584449777172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2009/10/psp.html' title='PSP'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-6018372297916318771</id><published>2009-08-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:11:48.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New post in a long time</title><content type='html'>haha... been so long since I last posted. Has been bugged by some1 to post a new post tonight. So here I am. Anyway lately been typing so much emails and reports and all that, so a blog post won't make much of a difference rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw... since I haven't updated since late last yr... better give a brief update of major changes to my life...&lt;br /&gt;- Graduated from NUS ISE with a 2nd upper (whew... to think at one pt of time my cap was third class?)&lt;br /&gt;- Now working in Mindef as a "Logistics executive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "logistics executive" post was the one I applied for. But obviously it was just a generic position they use to hire fresh grads. Hj, who also got in, is now doing a distinctly different job from me. But well, at least I'm glad I have another person in the same organisation who i can grumble to time to time. (I'm meeting her nxt fri for a dinner anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its quite hard for me to talk abt my new job... obviously there are a lot of restrictions... well what can i say? Like I usually start work at 8 and end at 5.30? Thats when its a good day... there was once I left after 8pm... and some1 was complaining and complaining that I leave work late. As if I like to stay in my office to work after working hours rite? I also wan to leave early mah. So don't blame me k? I guess compared to lj, who was working even till 10, 11pm on weekdays, and even having to go back on wkends, I'm much more fortunate, so don't blame me for working slightly longer some days k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah... I have some nice colleagues. Having good and capable colleagues makes ur life much simpler... Although I must say that there are rumours flying ard saying I pick up fast... (start to float liaoz...) well... I was in the army before lehz... and I did have some similar experience to say... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah... I'm still not decided on whether I shld apply for masters... have to decide soon... I noe if I wan i shld be able to cope... but something have to give somewhere and I hope that I still can cope with all... its just 2 yrs so jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... I'll be back... but don't ask me when...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-6018372297916318771?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/6018372297916318771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=6018372297916318771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6018372297916318771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6018372297916318771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-post-in-long-time.html' title='New post in a long time'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-5052452231099691419</id><published>2008-12-23T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:58:07.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My results for sem 1 08/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Project Management - A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Operations Research 2 - A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Introduction to cybercrime - A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Living with Mathematics - B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PM got A was quite a bit of shock to me. I thought that my project did not do really well. And honestly I was expecting my OR to be better. But too bad I know I did a question for the final paper wrongly for OR, so I knew my A flew away. Cybercrime was hoping for A, but too bad did not do well enough for both tests. Living with Maths I was also hoping for an A- at least, but my mid term was bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In summary, PM exceeded my original prediction by 2 grades, OR was as predicted, cybercrime and living with maths dropped from my predictions by 1 grade each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My cap is now 4.03! Yeah! Officially 2nd upper range!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thank you lao po... If not for you I won't work this hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll work even harder next semester k? I want to give you a good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wasn't in the mood to do my fyp before the results are out. Still isn't in the mood to do my fyp when the results is out. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-5052452231099691419?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/5052452231099691419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=5052452231099691419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5052452231099691419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5052452231099691419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2008/12/results-day.html' title='Results day'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-8670894862870448707</id><published>2008-07-04T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:52:26.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>I think I used this title for my post for at least a couple of times. But what else can describe my condition now better than the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling unwell on wednesday. But it was just a headache so I didn't really bothered. Anyway after I left Van's house on wednesday actually I felt quite ok to carry on my tasks for the rest of that day, which was to go back to school to work on my port simulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday woke up just as fine. Until afternoon started to feel my headache even much worst. Met Xd and Lj at night as Xd's gf's place(without his gf around, another story for another time). Things started to get worst and I felt even worst. Reached home and drank at least 2 litres of water to try and hope will feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning I ran I fever. My mother was threatening not to let me go KL if I don't go see doctor. So I had to be an obedient child and went to woodlands polyclinic. This is only my second visit as a patient. However it never fail to puzzle me how my fever always subside while I waited for my turn to see the doctor. I took my temperature once when I registered and the second time at the doctor. The temperature dropped form 37.7 to 37.3, which is considered not a fever. The doctor told me it was viral infection and gave me panadol, cough syrup and a flu medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly the panadol was totally useless as I still felt the full effects of my headache for almost the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard that nothing goes wrong during my 2 days weekend getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side issue. You know how hard it is to be a joker? When you are serious people think you are joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-8670894862870448707?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/8670894862870448707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=8670894862870448707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/8670894862870448707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/8670894862870448707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-1094781190691722397</id><published>2008-06-18T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:58:49.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>I finally thought of what I'm going to do when I retire...&lt;br /&gt;initially I totally had no idea at all. Wanted to marry early, have my children early, then can retire when my children finish studying and can take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what will I do when I retire?&lt;br /&gt;Sit at home surf net whole day?&lt;br /&gt;Play PS3? (or by that time maybe PS33?)&lt;br /&gt;Watch tv whole day?&lt;br /&gt;I think something is not right somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard that a person's life goes in 1 big round. For example, you grow up being taken care by your parents, then you start to take care of your parents and your children when u become adult, and finally you end up relying in your children to take care of you when you grow old and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably come one big round again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love to coach volleyball, its not going to sustain my living and and it affected my studies too much. As much as I love to teach and see my kids doing well, I also know as a teacher it is going to be too much pressure and as a tuition teacher it is not a very stable career.&lt;br /&gt;So from next year onwards, I am going to be a full time employee of some company and not going to coach volleyball or teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;when I retire I want to come back to coaching! By that time I can just follow teach little kids at primary schools and just make sure they enjoy the game. I want to teach tuition too! I want to do relief teaching all over again as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-1094781190691722397?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/1094781190691722397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=1094781190691722397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/1094781190691722397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/1094781190691722397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2008/06/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-2969611977455282266</id><published>2008-05-11T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:00:41.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th birthday</title><content type='html'>My 1st birthday i celebrate with  my dear dear! Yeah! Now for a quick summary wat happened so far for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 May: Supposed to celebrate my birthday with my family. But have to send my father to the polyclinic for a blood test and afternoon to TTS for another checkup. So in between went home to eat Mian Sian. After the TTS appointment then we went home to eat my birthday cake. Met with wl after that for dinner and chatted for quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 May: Met in school to discuss on SDP presentation. Nic's group was also around. I saw a cake on their table but I totally did not suspect anything. Halfway through the meeting I decided to go over to find Prof Lee to get my VIP training schedule, which my whole group and Nic's group disappear. I called Ama and she told me they went for lunch and at the 5th floor then, which again I did not suspect anything. (See I trust u 1 lehz Ama!) In any case I was planning to have only juice for lunch since I was going for IPPT that evening. I went down to meet them and only then I found out they were preparing the cake. After the meeting I went for IPPT and went for dinner with cw after that, made him pay for dinner. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 May: Met SW and Val at Val's house for steamboat dinner. I reach early so had a good chat with Val's mum before SW arrived. As usual, the blur sw forgot to bring the present for me. Haha. After the dinner went to find my dear dear and she sent me a birthday sms at 12am when I was in front of her. Caught the last bus back and met pin for supper, had a good long chat, and she gave me a billabong bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 May: Met wl for ktv. Then went to dear's house before "forcing" her to wear our couply Tee out. Had dinner at Marina square and went for the Singapore Flyer. After the flight, went for a shoulder message and a fish spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS: Receive some Sms birthday wishes on my birthday. I think by far is the most number of smses I had on my birthday. (I think the temperature increase recently might have something to do with it?) In any case here are the list:&lt;br /&gt;Dear, Val, Dear's mummy, xd, val's mum, venise, jq, boss(aka hj), wl, sq.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the list, donald also wished me when he met me at van's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents: basically other than the bag pin bought me the rest are given to me by my dear. 1 sling bag, 1 self made photo album, 1 pink fake rose, 1 card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-2969611977455282266?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/2969611977455282266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=2969611977455282266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/2969611977455282266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/2969611977455282266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2008/05/24th-birthday.html' title='24th birthday'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-4703034127698108779</id><published>2008-04-08T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:06:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>Oops! Today promised my dear that I 'll try to go find her after I finish my project in sch. End up I was stuck at my coding for almost 3 hours (over a very minor bug which i only managed to solve after dinner). Ended up whole day didn't sms her. By the time I about to leave school at 10pm plus then I called her, then she quite angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear... Don't angry liao lahz. I can I will pei U 1 mahz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-4703034127698108779?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/4703034127698108779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=4703034127698108779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/4703034127698108779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/4703034127698108779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2008/04/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-3161472990506061811</id><published>2007-12-10T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:32:15.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Actually I finished my exams last week, and I remember using this title before. But abit too lazy to bother to think of a new title. 1st week after exam was fully packed, 2nd week as well. Well, basically the whole month is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... More time to spend with Van!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-3161472990506061811?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/3161472990506061811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=3161472990506061811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/3161472990506061811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/3161472990506061811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-1934426534618170103</id><published>2007-11-05T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:58:03.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another nice song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;李吉汉-现在,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;很想见你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;昨晚上很开心有个梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;这个梦日日夜夜在心中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;我撑开一把雨伞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;展现我的勇敢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;陪你走过热闹街头&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;你突然握着了我的手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;你一定感觉到我的颤抖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;在耳边小声说话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;说你心中的话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;原来这是心有灵犀一点通&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;现在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;很想见你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;要打电话给你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;可是我的勇敢只在我梦里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;和你去看电影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;一起唱ktv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;我的世界就更明亮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;如果你会答应&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;我会试着实现梦里的情境&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;拥抱你在街上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;不怕别人眼光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;你是我永远的梦想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-1934426534618170103?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/1934426534618170103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=1934426534618170103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/1934426534618170103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/1934426534618170103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-nice-song.html' title='Another nice song...'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-939348687293167705</id><published>2007-10-30T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T06:33:33.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>When u google for 3 months, the first thing you will see is this: 3 months = 91.3105497 days. Don't ask me how they came to such a precise calculation, neither am I particularly bothered by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months = Length of 1 season (Spring to summer to autumn to winter)&lt;br /&gt;3 months = About 1 term in school (School term used to last only 10 weeks)&lt;br /&gt;3 months = Approximately the study semester I currently have (13 weeks of lessons)&lt;br /&gt;3 months = Minimum length of 1 VIP period (I should be going for VIP this year)&lt;br /&gt;3 months = BMT (We used to have a longer BMT)&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months is not a really short nor long period. Compared to a life time, 3 months is really short. But there have been many 3 months periods in my life that I grew, I learnt, I developed. It is enough to make any person become more clear of what he wants and how he want to lead his life. It can also be testing enough to force a person to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months... Yeah I loved the past 3 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-939348687293167705?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/939348687293167705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=939348687293167705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/939348687293167705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/939348687293167705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-months.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-6713140374127039740</id><published>2007-10-16T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:46:43.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates?</title><content type='html'>ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apperently ever since i started having a gf i have more visitors to my blog... as my dear gf decided to put me as her 1st link, so most of her frens who requent her blog come to take a look at mine as well. So by right I should be abit more careful in writing things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I don't normally mind who comes to read my blog. So my style is still mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she made me do one of those online tests that require you to make a wish, and then must do something within a certain number of days in order for the dream to come true. The most common types are those that wants you to forward the link or email to a number of people within a certain time. For the particular one I did, it was to call the person who send me the test a certain number of times within a certain number of days (the certain numbers are user entered numbers during the test).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inital wish that I wanted to make is to be able to spend my whole life with her. But as I am an (going to be) engineer, I had to weigh what other options I have before deciding on the final decision. Immediately another option came into my mind, which is that I want her to be happy always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right (as mentioned earlier, I'm supposed to think like an engineer), I have to weigh the pros and cons behind the 2 choices before deciding. But I didn't. I immediately choose the 2nd wish. I just want her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, obviously I still decided to weigh the 2 options in my mind when I was on my way home that day. The conclusion was the same as my choice. The reasoning actually quite simple...&lt;br /&gt;1) She spend her life with me and always happy.&lt;br /&gt;2) She doesn't spend her life with me but happy always.&lt;br /&gt;3) She spend her life with me but not happy.&lt;br /&gt;4) She doesnt spend her life with me and don't live happily.&lt;br /&gt;The ranking is based on my preferences. So if I choose my wish number 1, i might get scenario 1 and 3. If I choose wish number 2, I might get scenario 1 and 2. So it makes sense I go for wish 2 since both possible scenarios are higher ranking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... anyone who sees this post is going to say I am real lame...&lt;br /&gt;next time I'll probably write in terms of vba program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-6713140374127039740?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/6713140374127039740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=6713140374127039740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6713140374127039740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6713140374127039740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates.html' title='updates?'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-6395357635768754589</id><published>2007-08-24T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:17:57.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication skills</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't really understand myself. I don't know why I can get upset with certain things. I don't know why when I decide that I don't like a certain person then anything that he does will irritate me. Today is a very good typical example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my 2 binded photocopied books for a module I taking this sem to sch today. Some of them want to zap it so I told them I will bring today. At the end of lessons today we were "consolidating" orders for it. Then as we left the lecture hall our dear KK was there saying things like "got check whether its the correct edition or not",  "I heard they say change every sem one", "why not wait for tutorial start then confirm with tutor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello... I was literally cursing and swearing in my mind. We are in our third year and do you think lecturers will change the title of the textbook they posted in the IVLE themselves? And if you don't F***ing believe me do you think I'll be so dumb to get a pass edition or wost still a wrong book to study? Even if I'm really that dumb do you think Kevin (my HC snr who is studying the same course as I am) will be as dumb? I don't need to lend you MY copy for you to photocopy. You can jolly well photocopy from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the guys/girls after they decided to go YIH to photocopy the books and eat as well. Wb saw that I was abit unhappy. Hey I don't have to put up with any shit from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know some1 out there is happily watching rush hour 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-6395357635768754589?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/6395357635768754589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=6395357635768754589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6395357635768754589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6395357635768754589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/08/communication-skills.html' title='Communication skills'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-2102576257515118116</id><published>2007-08-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:57:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>恋人未满</title><content type='html'>Some1 was complaining to me that she felt exactly as the lyrics of this song a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to post the lyrics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么只和你能聊一整夜&lt;br /&gt;为什么才道别就又想见面&lt;br /&gt;在朋友里面就数你最特别&lt;br /&gt;总让我觉得很亲很贴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么你在意谁陪我逛街&lt;br /&gt;为什么你担心谁对我放电&lt;br /&gt;你说你对我,比别人多一些&lt;br /&gt;却又不说是多哪一些&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;友达以上恋人未满&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜心烦,愉悦混乱我&lt;br /&gt;们以后会变怎样&lt;br /&gt;我迫不及待想知道答案&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再靠近一点就让你牵手&lt;br /&gt;再勇敢一点我就跟你走&lt;br /&gt;你还等什么时间已经不多&lt;br /&gt;再下去只好只作朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再向前一点点我就会点头&lt;br /&gt;再冲动一点点我就不闪躲&lt;br /&gt;不过三个字别犹豫这么久&lt;br /&gt;只要你说出口你就能拥有我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么你寂寞只想要我陪&lt;br /&gt;为什么我难过只肯让你安慰&lt;br /&gt;我们心里面明明都有感觉&lt;br /&gt;为什么不敢面对&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不相信&lt;br /&gt;都动了感情&lt;br /&gt;却到不了爱情&lt;br /&gt;那么贴心却进不了心底&lt;br /&gt;你能不能快一点决定&lt;br /&gt;对我说我爱你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-2102576257515118116?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/2102576257515118116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=2102576257515118116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/2102576257515118116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/2102576257515118116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='恋人未满'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-5615014070008231111</id><published>2007-08-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:50:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorry</title><content type='html'>That is my new msn nick. Why am I called Lorry now? In this whole world only one person knows. As expected once I changed my nick someone msg me to ask me why the change, and already anticipating that, I gave the transformer answer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holidays is about to pass very soon. Only left less than 2 weeks left. Sometimes I really feel that life is very strange. Before hols start I was still thinking I wanted to go for attachment. So probably wont go back to G2000 to work even though qiuyi asked me to. In the end didn't get my attachment, didn't find any 9 to 5 job, so decided to go to GNA to work awhile. Work for 2 weeks got transferred to GWM, started being quite unhappy and was prepared to quit anytime. But grew to like the place and the people. So in the end really didn't feel like leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more important... I found my new motivation at GWM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorry and van&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-5615014070008231111?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/5615014070008231111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=5615014070008231111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5615014070008231111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5615014070008231111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/08/lorry.html' title='Lorry'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-6278597859109959236</id><published>2007-07-15T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:57:57.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Wrath!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Am I good or am I great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm juggling with so many jobs/ventures that I can't really count properly. Let's list them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;G2000: Went back to GNA during mid May. Half is because can't find job, half is lack money, half is qiuyi say they quite desperate for people. So went back for awhile to help out. Originally wanted to work until I find another full time job. But after just 2 weeks, got transferred to GWM. Have to adapt to a whole new group of colleagues and environment. But slowly got to like the team I am working with. A few people keep asking me why am I still doing G2000 now, I guess maybe the answer is that I enjoy working with the current team. Its fun! When work becomes fun, it is no longer a chore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Relief teaching at Evergreen sec: Went to do general relief duties. I thought was sit in class just let them do their own stuff. But it is worst than when I have to teach. At least when I have to teach or I got work for them to do they will be more quiet. No work to do they really havoc, got 1 class even if have work they also havoc. Almost could not stand it. But guess what? First day of my duties I had to teach civics and moral, which the topic was about happiness. Hey look on the bright side!!! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tuition teacher: Actually I don't really mind teaching tuition. Though I don't really love it too. I probably won't make a great tuition teacher but my standard should at least warrant a pass if there is grading for tuition teachers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WBG: Brought jq for SCS. Glad he did well. And throughout the few days I also had the opportunity to do the B row for the scs participants in my team. Which I believe my B row has improved by quite abit. Other than that, honestly my rate of action haven't been fruitful. Must buck up. Oh yah, at least I have the open house on sat to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Veg newsletter: My brainchild. Cannot reveal too much about it for the moment but hopefully all will turn out well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5 different ventures. Oh dear. And I still haven't talk about my other part time job as a football manager (FM2007). Either I have no life or I have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And yet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The thing I dread most is happening again. This time it looks quite real. But the issue is I quite enjoy this. How???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-6278597859109959236?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/6278597859109959236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=6278597859109959236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6278597859109959236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6278597859109959236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/07/super-wrath.html' title='Super Wrath!!!'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-9124562665452553995</id><published>2007-05-28T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:44:16.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCS</title><content type='html'>Came back from serving my 2nd SCS yesterday. This time I only went down for the last segment of the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for a slot for the nxt SCS. Decided to sign on the spot when Veron reminded me why I should get a slot for Val. Please come back on time and attend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-9124562665452553995?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/9124562665452553995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=9124562665452553995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/9124562665452553995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/9124562665452553995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/05/scs.html' title='SCS'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-2801238509274821165</id><published>2007-05-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:58:23.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Was supposed to help xd buy products and send it to him today. But too bad I don't have enough cash and I did not inform him to transfer me earlier. So had to ask wl to transfer me money to get the products, then transfer back to wl after xd transfer me the money. Was waiting at CS like an idiot waiting for the funds to get through. Oh well, at least the good thing is I got to chat with the CS for quite long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Met sw for lunch. It was her treat. Given that I always came up with the lame excuse that I was working and she was not working whenever we met up over the past few years, it is finally time for her to treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Actually I felt quite useless. Got sacked from coaching. WBG also not doing very good. Had to keep borrowing money from people. Then I was staying at home for the past few days doing nothing really constructive. Decided to obey the deadline that I gave myself to find a job and go for plan B, which is back to G2000. The pay is not very good, 5.50 per hr for weekdays, 6.50 per hr for weekends. But at least it offers abit of flexibility to my tuition and WBG. And I could easily adjust the shift if I find another job or relief teaching. So no matter what it is still good. And I need to pay off my loans as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Something wl said the other day struck me today. She thinks my life is very boring. So I keep attracting people with VERY "exciting" stories to confide in me. Yes, I managed to add to my story database today again. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;KL tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-2801238509274821165?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/2801238509274821165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=2801238509274821165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/2801238509274821165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/2801238509274821165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/05/money.html' title='money'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-5921154749575829116</id><published>2007-05-16T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:12:58.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>While all the others seemed to be busy with their work or with WBG, I Stayed at home for 3 days straight. Sunday was mother's day, so sounds reasonable that I stayed at home to accompany my family right? Monday and Tuesday was supposed to be waiting for a job interview but did not receive any calls at all. So I guess that is gone. No choice then. Have to look for other jobs. Today I'm going out to meet sw for lunch, then by right I want to go to office to help xd buy some stuff. But I forgot to get him to transfer me the money earlier. So no choice have to wait until night time. That means I have a long break after lunch to dinner time, which I'm supposed to meet lj for dinner. Oh dear... how should I spend the time? Maybe it is time I dig out a book and start to read or I will just go and walk around. Ah... maybe I just go back to HC to take a look at the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was my birthday. Not really much of a celebration. Those primary school friends, as always, did not really bother. Ok they are guys. Met with a few of my sec/jc teammates for mahjong on wed, which is not for my birthday anyway. But felt good to meet up with them. And I did recoup some loss from the previous session. Thur met up with wl, mj and annie for KTV in the afternoon, and after that went back to WBG for battle camp part 2. Haha... all the hooha about bringing towel and swimming goggles and all that. In the end most of us are not really that wet. After that I was half surprised half not surprised when Annie suddenly announced that it was my birthday. And I was like eh... Actually it was quite expected that they will buy cake and help me celebrate in office, especially given that they knew I would definitely be around. But... I still prefer abit more low key. That day almost all the leaders were around, including Nic Chia also. And I took a photo with him! The cake was good. Fri afternoon brought wl for an iris scan (I just realised I have 2 friends with wl as initials), his condition is much worse than mine. Too bad his family's had a bad experience with MLM and he does not believe in MLM. I hate it when I want to help and know I can help but the person does not want to be help. How many times must I endure this? After that we went to KTV, which being my second session in 2 days, my throat was almost gone. Luckily wing spared me the agony by leaving work early and so she came to find wl. And I left back for office to hang out for awhile before leaving for bugis. Met with my ISE clique for dinner at Jerk Thai(except for Nic who is enjoying himself in Taiwan now), and the guys had a difficult time choosing since I have a bit of food restrictions on Fridays. They choose to treat me to dinner and after that we went to some coffee outlet to hang out. Just simply chit chat and discussed about out systems design project groups. So I'm back with wb, ama and hj. I must say that although this formation is not very strong but I'll very much prefer to stick with this team for reasons probably only ama will know. Oh I must say, hj was very pretty that day. Though if I said it that day I think she'll just whack me. Oh yah, they gave me a bag as present. Just the thing I need. And it is black in color. Suits me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be leaving for KL to attend a seminar. Wl's suitor is going to meet us there after the seminar. That's when the highlight of the trip begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-5921154749575829116?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/5921154749575829116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=5921154749575829116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5921154749575829116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5921154749575829116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/05/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-5365247661863538524</id><published>2007-05-10T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T06:06:00.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>晴天雨</title><content type='html'>你说你是雨天&lt;br /&gt;而我是太阳耀眼&lt;br /&gt;说我不适合出现在&lt;br /&gt;你住的灰色世界&lt;br /&gt;想晒干你的泪&lt;br /&gt;却被你简单拒绝&lt;br /&gt;在我手心里的温度&lt;br /&gt;好想要分给你一点&lt;br /&gt;我忽然期待天空能下一场雨&lt;br /&gt;让我在冰冷的夜慢慢了解你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;晴天雨&lt;/span&gt;天谁说不能想恋&lt;br /&gt;我偏偏只想和你在一起&lt;br /&gt;今天明天我都不想远离&lt;br /&gt;我能够期待晴天下的雨&lt;br /&gt;你说你不怕黑&lt;br /&gt;一个人也无所谓&lt;br /&gt;独自撑伞走过伤悲&lt;br /&gt;不再和爱有关联&lt;br /&gt;我想要带你飞&lt;br /&gt;飞向彩虹的另一边&lt;br /&gt;我们搬进幸福的里面&lt;br /&gt;一直到永远的永远&lt;br /&gt;我忽然期待天空能下一场雨&lt;br /&gt;让我在冰冷的夜慢慢了解你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;晴天雨&lt;/span&gt;天谁说不能想恋&lt;br /&gt;我偏偏只想和你在一起&lt;br /&gt;今天明天我都不想远离&lt;br /&gt;我能够期待晴天下的雨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;晴天雨&lt;/span&gt;天谁说只能对立&lt;br /&gt;我偏偏只想和你在一起&lt;br /&gt;美丽美丽好浪漫的&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;晴天雨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的天空不再孤寂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;晴天雨&lt;/span&gt;天谁说不能想恋&lt;br /&gt;我偏偏只想和你在一起&lt;br /&gt;今天明天我都不想远离&lt;br /&gt;让我期待晴天下的雨&lt;br /&gt;让我们的天空不再孤寂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song I pretty much love this days. Nothing special or significant about the song, perhaps I just like the simplicity of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been blogging for longer than I know. Why am I away for so long? I do not know. Perhaps because my life took a turn last year. Saw an opportunity, took it. To say I never look back is a lie. But maybe I cannot look back. There is only the front that one can look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess by now perhaps nobody bothers to come in and check whether I do have new posts? But maybe I'm quite easily influenced also, been looking a few of my friends who are quite active in blogging these days and I really do remember the times I used to blog quite frequently. So here I am back. I will try to post more entries as and when I am free or when I have new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I have to remind myself not to repeat the same mistake I made. I am scared. And I am really treading on thin line this time round. Be careful Wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is a very incoherent post. But I shall end of with what I learn from watching spiderman 3 (for those who have not watch it, please go and watch it?) "Do the hardest thing. Forgive yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We should all learn to forgive ourself for what we have done in the past. (This is also for someone if that someone found my blog). They always say forgive and forget. That means you have to learn to forgive first, before you can truly forget. I have also done things I regretted doing. I have also regretted not doing certain things. But can we change anything from the past now? I will forgive myself all all those things I did in the past from now on. Can you do so too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markov property: The future state depends only on the current state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-5365247661863538524?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/5365247661863538524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=5365247661863538524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5365247661863538524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/5365247661863538524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='晴天雨'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-6046228505128313801</id><published>2007-02-21T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:11:59.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>罗志祥--好朋友</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 15px;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;歌手：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;ct=134217728&amp;amp;lm=-1&amp;word=%C2%DE%D6%BE%CF%E9"&gt;罗志祥&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;专辑：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;amp;ct=134217728&amp;lm=-1&amp;amp;word=speshow"&gt;speshow&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☆词 曲:kang.hyun min☆&lt;br /&gt;像两首节拍不同的歌&lt;br /&gt;却又同时被爱情合奏&lt;br /&gt;旋律勉强着&lt;br /&gt;愉快不能够假装快乐&lt;br /&gt;你心中有宽阔的天空&lt;br /&gt;空气还稀薄&lt;br /&gt;曾经等待因为会改变什么&lt;br /&gt;你总会属于我&lt;br /&gt;但是最后时间证明了&lt;br /&gt;你只喜欢我&lt;br /&gt;你说我比较像你的&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;好朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是不小心拥抱着&lt;br /&gt;你道歉你难过&lt;br /&gt;于是我给你笑容&lt;br /&gt;谁在乎我的心还会不会寂寞&lt;br /&gt;如果爱情是五线谱&lt;br /&gt;我只希望用全音符&lt;br /&gt;吟唱出爱上你&lt;br /&gt;那完整的幸福&lt;br /&gt;当你的心没有耳朵&lt;br /&gt;即使我为你唱着歌&lt;br /&gt;你也只看见我哭了&lt;br /&gt;你说我比较像&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;你的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;好朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是不小心拥抱着&lt;br /&gt;你道歉你难过&lt;br /&gt;于是我给你笑容&lt;br /&gt;谁在乎我的心还会不会寂寞&lt;br /&gt;歌词提供再兴&lt;br /&gt;☆☆☆☆&lt;br /&gt;曾经因为等待会改变什么&lt;br /&gt;你总会属于我&lt;br /&gt;但是最后时间证明了&lt;br /&gt;你只喜欢我&lt;br /&gt;你说我比较像&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;你的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;好朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是不小心拥抱着&lt;br /&gt;你道歉你难过&lt;br /&gt;于是我给你笑容&lt;br /&gt;谁在乎我的心&lt;br /&gt;ho 还会不会寂寞&lt;br /&gt;你说我是你最好的朋友&lt;br /&gt;却不应该再拥抱着&lt;br /&gt;你退缩你冷漠&lt;br /&gt;于是我放开双手&lt;br /&gt;不在乎我的心&lt;br /&gt;会永远的寂寞&lt;br /&gt;呜...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不一定能解决你的问题，但我一定会是你最好的听众。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-6046228505128313801?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/6046228505128313801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=6046228505128313801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6046228505128313801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/6046228505128313801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='罗志祥--好朋友'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-116032692720017373</id><published>2006-10-09T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:02:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAF 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Originally I did not want to go back for maf this year. I went back the last year and there was nothing encouraging me to go back again. The hwachong logo has been replaced. There was only 1 from my senoir class turning up. And I feel so detached from my own class. Ended up being a photographer for 71. And obviously I simple left before my classmates even knew I disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This year was different for the simple fact that Hong was coming for maf. That means if I don't appear I probably won't see her this time round again. I think I haven't seen her for 2 years. So I went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The day started as a disaster. Went to sit for my programming test without much preparation. It was a real disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Came back home and basically slacked for the rest of the afternoon and to top up abit of my lack of sleep in preparing for the past 2 tests. After that went out for soccer with my ex class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Soccer was still quite ok if not for the haze. The haze really took a lot out of me, simple could not breathe inside the hazy condition. I heard at that point of time the haze was 140. Oh god! Conceded some goals which I was partly to blamed, but at least I scored 1 this time also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;After that went for maf. This year the turn out was not quite bad. (I'm quite lazy to name all the person who turned up) But the only "conversations" I had with my own classmates was, I am only listing down their part of the conversations: 1. "Help us look after the bags" 2. "What bus you taking?" 3. "Bye". Wow. Not bad right? I think I easily talked much more to my volleyball junoirs than my own classmates. But at least had some nice chat with my senoirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Next yr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-116032692720017373?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/116032692720017373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=116032692720017373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/116032692720017373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/116032692720017373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/10/maf-2006.html' title='MAF 2006'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-116032623255952620</id><published>2006-10-09T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:50:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blissfully attached fren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1918/1097/1600/35578146429180l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1918/1097/320/35578146429180l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;As I post this blog entry my friend would have been attached for exactly 1 month. So I decided to publish his photo on my blog without his consent (actually we don't have common friends reading this blog also so doesn't really matter).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Actually both of us spent a couple of nights (and when I mean night I mean up till 2 3 am) coming up with the idea and the prototype. But too bad did not have the pictures of the other "products". But this photo alone is good enough. Hey... who would believe we can come up with such an idea right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Just in case he saw this entry... at least be honoured of being the first picture to be published on my blog k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh and he is now blissfully attached, basically his life revolves around his girl and he is very very happy. I am really glad for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-116032623255952620?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/116032623255952620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=116032623255952620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/116032623255952620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/116032623255952620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-blissfully-attached-fren.html' title='my blissfully attached fren'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-115574076503009971</id><published>2006-08-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:06:05.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>won't give up 永不放弃</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The show started showing on channel U a couple of weeks ago. I did not managed to catch it. But at least I manage to catch some of the advertisments and heard this song again. Suddenly the lyrics is making a lot of sense to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I won't give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;风停了它又吹汗干了却又湿了好几回&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;我看见你眼中的泪不该让你陪着我受罪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;看你摇着头说不后悔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;要我放心勇敢往前飞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i won't give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;take my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;因为有你的爱当我的信念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;梦再远也要追&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;不管前方暗藏着多少危险&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;一定是蓝天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;我拼了命去追&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;这一路上有太多是与非&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;错或对我又能问谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;只求自己问心后无愧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;跌跌撞撞也许很狼狈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;多少次我笑中带着泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i won't give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;take my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;因为有你的爱当我的信念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;梦再远也要追&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;不管前方暗藏着多少危险一定是蓝天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;( you know i won't give up )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;在梦里面我看不见你的脸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;心要碎而地要灭不会变 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-115574076503009971?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/115574076503009971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=115574076503009971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115574076503009971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115574076503009971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/08/wont-give-up.html' title='won&apos;t give up 永不放弃'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-115396643218710407</id><published>2006-07-27T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:13:52.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been doing alot of things this one month plus. Sinificantly different things from what I've been so used to doing all my life. I've been hearing many stories, seen many people cry but I had still managed to control my emotions all the way. At one point I really thought I was emotionless, or at least tearless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;But I broke down. I broke down yesterday. I received a sms from a teacher on e previous night that a player of mine contracted cancer. At that point of time  I was sad, but I was busy, so didn't really think much. I thought maybe its just the beginning stage, so he still got a high chance to be cured? N he's still so young. But I was wrong. Totally wrong. I heard from my boys yesterday that his cancerous cells had spread to a huge portion of his body. And I smsed my ex teacher then I realised that his condition have got so bad that visitors are not advisable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I totally broke down yesterday night. Really broke down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I could have prevented him from smoking. I should have prevented him from smoking. And if I managed to learn and know somethings earlier I could have helped him. But I didn't. And there I was concerned with my own ethics that I didn't want to face and find a solution to help him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm trying. No matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-115396643218710407?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/115396643218710407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=115396643218710407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115396643218710407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115396643218710407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/07/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-115251601854020399</id><published>2006-07-10T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:20:18.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a career</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Everyone wants to end his career on a high note, reaching the peak of the world and leaving a legacy for the world to look back upon. For some, its the world cup. Many of the players have either announced their retirement before the world cup started or are expected to retire after the competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;For one, he dragged his team all the way to the finals and there he was, about to finish his last game of his career on the possibility of laying claim on the world cup. And there he was, in the middle of everything, scoring his team's only goal in the process and leading his team to fight on all the way to extra time. With him on the side, even the possible shootout will have already written 1 nil in his team's favour before it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Then the unthinkable happened ten min before extra time. He decided to headbutt an opponent right on the chest. Given that he scored 2 header goals on 98 final when he won the world cup then, you can imagine how the opponent would have fell on to the floor and rolling around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Not an excellent way to end your career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-115251601854020399?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/115251601854020399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=115251601854020399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115251601854020399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115251601854020399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-career.html' title='End of a career'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-115079579985330435</id><published>2006-06-20T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:29:59.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1. Something good will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;2. As long as you need to, you will be able to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;3.  When there's an obstacle in front of you, thank God. It is God's gift to you to help you improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Eh... something is wrong with me today. Wait... cannot put it that way. I should say something is not right with me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-115079579985330435?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/115079579985330435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=115079579985330435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115079579985330435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115079579985330435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/06/being-positive.html' title='Being Positive'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-115017662963551393</id><published>2006-06-13T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:30:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一个像夏天 一个像秋天</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 15px; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;歌手：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;ct=134217728&amp;amp;lm=-1&amp;word=%B7%B6%E7%E2%E7%F7"&gt;范玮琪&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;专辑：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;amp;ct=134217728&amp;lm=-1&amp;amp;word=%CE%D2%C3%C7%B5%C4%BC%CD%C4%EE%C8%D5"&gt;我们的纪念日&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;词:姚若龙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;曲:陈小霞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;第一次见面看你不太顺眼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;谁知道后来关系那么密切&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;我们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;一个像夏天一个像秋天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;却总能把冬天变成了春天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;你拖我离开一场爱的风雪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;我背你逃出一次梦的断裂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;遇见一个人然后生命全改变&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;原来不是恋爱才有的情节&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;如果不是你我不会相信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;朋友比情人还死心塌地&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;就算我忙恋爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;把你冷冻结冰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;你也不会恨我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;只是骂我几句&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;如果不是你我不会确定&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;朋友比情人更懂得倾听&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;我的弦外之音&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;我的有口无心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;我离不开darling更离不开你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;你了解我所有得意的东西&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;才常泼我冷水怕我忘形&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;你知道我所有丢脸的事情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;却为我的美好形象保密 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;If you look at this lyrics or heard the song and get reminded of someone or some incidents, be grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-115017662963551393?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/115017662963551393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=115017662963551393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115017662963551393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/115017662963551393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='一个像夏天 一个像秋天'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114944391217355154</id><published>2006-06-05T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:58:32.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cw bdae</title><content type='html'>Celebrated CW's bdae today. Was much more well planned that the previous birthday celebrations we had for other pple. Although still had a slight hiccup but generally was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sq contacted every1 he could find almost a month ago to book this day, as what diana said, at least this organiser keep sending us reminders. He even pestered me to go and buy cake with him yesterday, when I was desperately in need of sleep but still I obliged. Went to choose a cake from 4 leaves, after which we went to jack's place to reserve seats for today. The lady at the counter was quite friendly and encouraged us to sign up a membership card which will make our total bill for today abit lesser. So I told sq to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot. Must mention the present.  Last wed I went for lunch and movie with CW. After that I told him that I was meeting another friend so told him to go home alone. In fact I was meeting Annie to buy his bdae present. We spent an hour trying to choose a bag, which we finally settled on a bag before Sq told me he don't think Cw needs a bag. So we decided to get everyone to chip in to buy a brazil world cup away jersey for Cw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the actual celebration day. Me, Cw and Sq met up at the bus stop to go to causeway point together. I put the jersey in a plastic bag and managed to deceive him that I was passing something to a friend. In fact my life was made easier since he had to pass something to his friend, so I just played along and he got into it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone who were meeting for dinner gathered, we went down to Jack's place. I aliased with the same lady who served us the previous day to broadcast the bdae song when we were about to cut the cake. Cw was quite amazed that I seem to know her so I went on to say that I actually know her from my outside friends. Managed to smoke him. When Cw went off to pass his stuff to his friend, Sq quickly went off to pick up the cake and passed it to the lady. Everything was going on well so far, and Cw still didn't realised we had everything planned. Then the hiccup came. After eating the dinner, the girls signalled to me they were too full and suggested we should shift the cake cutting to KTV later. But as we were "communicating", which Sq and Cw didn't realised, and the idiot Sq nodded at the lady, who immediately broadcasted the bdae song and came towards us with the bdae cake. Everyone was stunned, me included, and Cw thought it was for another group of people celebrating another person's bdae since he know that guy. But still it was a minor hicup and a great plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt eat the cake as everyone was too full, so we packed it and brought it to KTV. KTV was the standard affair and I guess everyone enjoyed themselves today. We managed to finish at slightly after 12 so only some girls who lived further needed to take cab back, the rest still had buses to send them home. So no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day. Good coordination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114944391217355154?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114944391217355154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114944391217355154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114944391217355154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114944391217355154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/06/cw-bdae.html' title='cw bdae'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114892773807991619</id><published>2006-05-30T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:35:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selling tactics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Here are some common selling tactics that a salesman employs. I am going to use the example of selling health products here but feel free to edit it for your own use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1. Asking the obvious + catering to your wants/needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Do u want to be healthy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Do u want to be beautiful?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Do u want to be slim?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Look no further, buy our XYZ product and you are guranteed ... ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2. Using of kinship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"After I started using XYZ, I immediately bought it for my family to use it ... ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;3. Using the rich and famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"U know, Miss XXX also using it, see now she is ... ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;4. Eliminating the price factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Paying $XXX is just a small price to pay for the benefits that you will get from using the product. The benefits you will reap will be worth much more than just $XXX ... ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;5. Spreading the good word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Honestly, I only earn $XX commission if u buy this product which to me is not really worth so much effort to spend all this time persuading u. But I believe that its a good product that's why I want to share it with u ... ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;6. I am sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"I don't need to spend so much time talking to u and making u dislike me right? This product is really that good that I am willing to risk this and ... ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I've got the honour of meeting someone who can actually use all this tactics to promote a single product (not health product). I'm certainly more than impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;There's an even more elaborate set up to entice customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114892773807991619?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114892773807991619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114892773807991619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114892773807991619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114892773807991619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/05/selling-tactics.html' title='selling tactics'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114831502444521108</id><published>2006-05-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:23:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm going to type a long non-coherent entry today. Blame it on my laziness to type thoughout the week. Had been wanting to type a new entry since last wed but dragged all the way until today that there are too many things that I can write about. So I'll try to cut it short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Watched 2 matches last wednesday. The first was the A div finals between HCI and NY. Wasn't very impressed with the standard although the NY captain stood out from the rest. She reminds me of the time I had in sec sch with XD in the team. Towards the end she seems to have been exhausted or suffering from cramps and couldn't jump nor move at an optimum level. Not that the rest of the girls were performing towards the end as well. Fatigue have to build in. I seriously don't understand which a** up there in VAS decided that sch finals (and semis) should be played in a best of 5 sets. Personally I do not think it's very exciting to watch a bunch of very tired girls play and no school player will be in a really good physical and mental state to play 5 sets when they've been playing best of 3 sets all the way in the competition. Oh yah, although I set out to watch the game as a hc old boy, somehow the system in me (however slow) started to auto run and process the players abilities, their tactical plays and the coaches decisions. I tried to shut down the system but couldn't stop it completely. (Know why I don't derive the same pleasure as I used to watching volleyball games now?) As ever, after watching a bunch of players playing as if their lifes depended on it, some stray thoughts about going back to maybe to play 1 final competition came in... My brain will control my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The 2nd game I saw in the day was the champions league final. Totally different feel to watching the volleyball game. My only concern was who started and who was on the bench. But being not really that familiar with the 2 teams, as compared to Liverpool, it doesn't really matter. A goalkeeper red carded, an early goal disallowed, a set piece goal, a come back from 1 goal down to 2-1 up, a suspected off side goal, it still makes good ingredient for a final. At the end of the game, my brains only told me 1 thing. Go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;After watching the finals on wed and having the stray thoughts about going back to play creeping in, I went for a run on thur evening. Although I wasn't the one who initiated it but I had been thinking of going for a run/jog since I finished exams. So there I was running with cw to the woodlands stadium, which the idiot, being an ex AI soccer captain, ran faster than what I will call "relaxed pace" or "long distance pace". So I arrived at the stadium wondering how far back I deterioted since my NS days. After some rest, we went for another 4 rounds on the track. This time I managed to keep pace with him (Ok obviously he slowed down), which he was sort of surprised. After that we walked all the way back home. Before coming home, I decided to do a few pull ups (literally), some pushups and situps as well. So what did I gain from the session? A few days of aching legs and abs which hurts when I laugh or sneeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Today started my ncap theory level 1 course. I'm the only volleyball coach. Not that it matters really, but there are coaches involved in "sports" like yoga? And 1 teacher said she is not even sure. Great. The highlight of the day, the lecturer was showing us potential injuries and pictures of the various nerve systems and muscle groups in different areas. Conclusion: Thats why I am a coach and not a player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114831502444521108?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114831502444521108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114831502444521108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114831502444521108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114831502444521108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/05/sports.html' title='sports'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114780021492614693</id><published>2006-05-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T01:23:35.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jobs... come find me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Seriously I don't know I need a job or not. I think should earn some money this holidays. But the coaching allowance should be quite enough, even though I'm not really going to take a lot of sessions. But 2 months plus I do nothing except for the occasional coaching? Also don't make sense right? But I still got some things I can do. Like help to tidy up my house? Get some exercise? (Its been ages since I had a run...) Start trying some programming for next sem's module? Or just read up some books? Yah so many things to do right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Tentatively by now I only my coaching more or less fixed. The days I mean. 5 days during the june holidays. That means I still got a lot of free days. I still got another coaching course coming up on 22 May, which will last until mid june. Every mon wed fri night. But that means by mid june I'm practically very free again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Thinking of teaching relief teaching. Already submitted my application online. Now only have to call up the schools. But I'm abit lazy to do that. Most likely I'll just apply with the school I coaching, since I have to go down next week to extend my contract and it makes sense since I have to do down to the school for coaching. I don't really mind travelling abit if i can get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Of course I wouldn't mind any other temporary jobs that I can slot into my not-so-packed schedule. Went to work as registration crew at semicon last week. Was quite fun. At first only know gw and micheal who was my platoon mates in NS. But got to know 2 sisters who were working with us at the same counters. So basically spent the 3 days working and talking. Though pay is not really alot but its still quite worth it since its much fun and got to made 2 new friends. I won't mind taking up the next such job offer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Jobs... come find me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114780021492614693?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114780021492614693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114780021492614693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114780021492614693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114780021492614693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/05/jobs-come-find-me.html' title='jobs... come find me...'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114709527916868986</id><published>2006-05-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:34:39.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Actually my last paper was 28 Aug. But been too lazy to logon to type an entry. During the term I'll be practically always online as there's always the nus email to check and alot of things to download on the ivle, so I'll usually spend more time online and hence the higher frequency of me updating my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So why the sudden enthusiam to update? I had to do some stuff for my coaching, so been spending the last hour or so typing. Since I'm already at it, might as well carry on right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Some updates on what I've been doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;28 Apr: End of last paper, went for dinner with WL at the coffee shop near clementi MRT. Tried the so called famous Australian fish n chips. The serving is small, the service is bad, the fish seems half cooked. Thats the worst fish n chips  I ate all my soon to be 22 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;30 Apr: Went out for KTV with CW n SQ. Spent a bomb. Since its public holiday eve, there's no discount whatsoever. My advice... dont ever go out on public holiday eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;3 May: Most hectic day. Went to pay for my ncap theory course ($168.80 flew away just like that).  Then met wl for lunch and movie. Watched the art of seduction. For the sake of those who do not know what the movie is, it is just a korean romance comedy rated PG. Saw a lot of friends/ aquaintances, saw tat and his gf at the entrance to cine, saw a hc clsmate during lunch, saw 2 chs clsmates when leaving cine, went back to G2000 and saw 2 former colleagues and saw a NS platoon mate at another shop also. Wow... But thats not the hectic part. The hectic part starts when I reached home after walking 20 plus min from Wdl Mrt. After bathing, I realised my father's leg was feeling very painful and almost could not walk/stand. So I ran down to check if my family doc is around, came back to fetch my father to see the doc, went down again to buy dinner for my father after sending him home. My whole night was spent running up and down. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;5 May: Received my "activation" at around 1800 plus that day. Activated to play overnight mahjong at sz's house. Luckily the reporting time was 2300 so I still had some time to prepare to leave my house and travel. Won about 8 dollars that night/ morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;6 May: Its the election day. Went to vote at 11 plus with cw. The flow was quite smooth and there are practically no time wasted in queueing. Although I supposed the ballot box shld be placed on the way out instead of making us u-turn after filling in the form. Spend the night watching the elections result until 2 plus after our dear u know who finish his press confrence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;7 May: Went to church in the morning. Came back, slept and went for work briefing before meeting up with some platoon mates for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;8 May: Played pool with cw. Lost 7-5. Well... I decided to let him boost some morale before his paper tommorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;9-11 May: Working at suntec convention centre doing some registration work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114709527916868986?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114709527916868986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114709527916868986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114709527916868986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114709527916868986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/05/exam-over.html' title='exam over'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114611408319870535</id><published>2006-04-27T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:01:23.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>世界唯一的你</title><content type='html'>It is a nice song. After watching the mtv I suddenly realised that the lyrics is very much applicable to a friend of mine. Hope that the lyrics can motivate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How~~~ Mmmm~&lt;br /&gt;是你  第一眼我就认出来&lt;br /&gt;这是命运最美丽的 安排&lt;br /&gt;是爱  让你略过慢长等待&lt;br /&gt;我们只要现在相爱  幸福就来&lt;br /&gt;恨我来不及参于你的过去    抱歉让你等待&lt;br /&gt;我愿意付出一切交换    我灵魂的另一半&lt;br /&gt;这个世界唯一的你   是我拥有的奇迹&lt;br /&gt;对我说的一字一句   都是我们的秘密&lt;br /&gt;紧紧拥抱唯一的你   无可救药的坚定&lt;br /&gt;就算世界与我为敌   我也愿意   我什么   都愿意 看~开   过去所有的悲哀   都只是寻觅我唯一   勇敢   真爱&lt;br /&gt;照亮了漆黑的夜晚   寻找了彼此一辈子   再不分开 恨我来不及参于你的过去   抱歉让你等待&lt;br /&gt;我愿意付出一切交换    我灵魂的另一半&lt;br /&gt;I Could Climb The Highest Mountain&lt;br /&gt;I Would Swim The Deepest Sea (The Deepest Sea)&lt;br /&gt;对我说的一字一句   都是我们的秘密&lt;br /&gt;紧紧拥抱唯一的你   无可救药的坚定&lt;br /&gt;就算世界与我为敌   我也愿意   我什么   都愿意 我愿意付出一切交换    我灵魂的另一半&lt;br /&gt;I Could Climb The Highest Mountain&lt;br /&gt;I Would Swim The Deepest Sea&lt;br /&gt;就算要我上天下地&lt;br /&gt;我什么都愿意为你&lt;br /&gt;紧紧拥抱唯一的你   无可救药的坚定&lt;br /&gt;就算世界与我为敌   我也愿意   我什么   都愿意 Mmmm~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114611408319870535?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114611408319870535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114611408319870535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114611408319870535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114611408319870535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='世界唯一的你'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114606534718627033</id><published>2006-04-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:29:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I getting older?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. A few days ago when I was walking to the toilet at home my mother was complaining to me about how my father keep forgetting to turn off the lights to the toilet after he finish using it. Guess what... I on the lights, went in the toilet, and left without turning the lights off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2. I was waiting for a bus with a friend at a bus stop. His bus came and another bus was behind it. He told me its my bus but apperently he corrected himself immediately. I only heard the part about it being my bus. Thats not the worst part. I remember looking at the bus number before boarding. Then I realised it is the wrong bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Old man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114606534718627033?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114606534718627033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114606534718627033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114606534718627033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114606534718627033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-getting-older.html' title='Am I getting older?'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114598221215558192</id><published>2006-04-26T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:23:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know you are human?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;There are two main differences between god and human/mortals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;1. God is able to do things that mere mortals cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;2. God do not need to eat; or at least they don't feel hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;How do I know I am still human?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;1. I cannot do my statics paper. (and I did study!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;2. I ate a small plate of fried rice at 11am plus... and I felt hungry before my paper at 5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I am still human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114598221215558192?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114598221215558192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114598221215558192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114598221215558192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114598221215558192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-do-you-know-you-are-human.html' title='How do you know you are human?'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114528538932435927</id><published>2006-04-17T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:49:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Why short hair is good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1. Takes less time, less shampoo and less water to wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2. Takes less time and less gel to shape it before going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Most important is this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3. Since it is shorter than before, the hair exerts less force on the head. Therefore, the brain can expand easier than before, allowing me to squeeze all the exam stuff inside, especially those physics stuff I am going to study over the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Wish me luck... and yah... my hair is really really short now. Can keep for another 3 months plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114528538932435927?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114528538932435927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114528538932435927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114528538932435927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114528538932435927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-hair.html' title='short hair'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114511524790713204</id><published>2006-04-15T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:34:07.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple choice qn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Choose what you don't like most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A) Splitting headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;B) Persistent cough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;C) Blocked nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;D) All of the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I didn't choose D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114511524790713204?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114511524790713204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114511524790713204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114511524790713204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114511524790713204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/multiple-choice-qn.html' title='Multiple choice qn'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114498314006326058</id><published>2006-04-14T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:52:20.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to cure cough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Option A: Drinking heated coke (with lemon or ginger or something). I remember hearing this from some TV programmes (hey... sometimes there are useful info as well). I am abit more lazy, so went ahead and just drank from the can itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Option B: Drink lots of water. In the day most of the time I am outside, so I try to minimise water intake so don't need to go to the toilet too often. Hence at night I try to drink more. End up cannot get to sleep because keep getting up to visit the toilet. At least something good came out of it, I went to study since I could not sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Option C: Eat/drink cough syrups/medicine etc or visit the doctor. Again being the lazy and stubborn Wrath who refused to see doctor unless I am dying, I decided to look for some medicine at home. Thought of taking stepsils but realised it is for sore throat. Anyway I still took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Option D: Heck care. According to my many years of experience playing volleyball, the body will knows how to cure itself. So its only a matter of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Either I get worse of get better right? Much easier than all the physics and math I am doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114498314006326058?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114498314006326058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114498314006326058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114498314006326058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114498314006326058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-cure-cough.html' title='how to cure cough?'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114485337816657490</id><published>2006-04-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:49:38.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yes. Wrath is feeling sick (again). Just cannot believe it that he have to fall sick just a week before exams. Oh well, at least he is not sick during the exams itself? Whole body is aching now, especially th arm muscle. He doesn't know why. Surprisingly his back isn't aching as yet, maybe because he been spending most of the day seated? We shall see what happen tomorrow since he need to go to school for lesson. Coughing whole day long and this idiot bought a "chocolate oreo ice blend" in the afternoon. Not very constructive in recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;He wil not fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114485337816657490?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114485337816657490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114485337816657490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114485337816657490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114485337816657490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick-again.html' title='sick (again)'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114476540029029506</id><published>2006-04-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:23:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a time for everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;There's always a good time to do certain things and a bad time to do certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Good timing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Studying for exams prior to exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Bad timing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Not studying hard enough during most of the semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Good timing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Getting a good bath to refresh yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Bad timing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Choose to take a bath around 7pm and enter the bathroom without turning on the lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Good timing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Staying healthy and fit throughout the semester to attend all lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Bad timing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Feeling sick just prior to exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Good timing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Blogging anytime whenever you feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Bad timing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Blogging anytime whenever you feel like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I think that someone's turning mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114476540029029506?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114476540029029506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114476540029029506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114476540029029506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114476540029029506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/theres-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a time for everything'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114425192679252050</id><published>2006-04-05T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:45:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A few months ago a friend of Wrath told him about this irritating guy in class, who is always asking uselss questions or saying useless comments. The friend even pointed out the guy to Wrath. Wrath simply laughed it off, thinking there is just such a low chance he will get to be in the same class as the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A few months later it became Wrath's turn to tell his friend about this irritating project mate he have in class, who don't contribute much to the project but is always trying to impress the tutor in class. He also pointed out the guy to his friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It happened that the 2 irritating guys are the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Lessons learnt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Remember all the faces of those "blacklisted" personal in school. Better still, capture their faces with your handphone cameras and avoid them throughly, especially if you are in the same class with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;2) If you don't agree with point one, at least don't laugh at your friend when he is complaining about something to you. There is always something known as retribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;3) If you don't agree with point two, then beware of retribution. Before you choose your project group mates, hire a private investigator to check up on their background to see if they are reliable group members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;4) If you don't like point three, then be prepared to pay even more to hire an assassin to kill the group mate so that he won't irritate you further or hamper the progress of you work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;5) If you still don't like point four, then be prepared to do the following. 1. Spend lots of time and effort to do the project yourself. 2. Buy lots of herbal tea so you won't flare up after getting irritated by him. 3. Suck thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114425192679252050?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114425192679252050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114425192679252050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114425192679252050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114425192679252050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/story-time.html' title='Story time!'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114407718575182435</id><published>2006-04-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:13:05.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selective amnesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I learnt this term in my nation building module. Somehow I started thinking won't it be great that we possess this capability?  I always model my brain as a pentium 1 (because I always say it is slow), if we can just drag all unwanted memories inside our brain into the "recycle bin", doesn't it sound like a wonderful proposition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I saw this person who resemble a friend I used to be on quite good terms with. Although I know that this person is not that friend, I still tend to take a few more glances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Some memories are just hard to erase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114407718575182435?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114407718575182435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114407718575182435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114407718575182435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114407718575182435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/04/selective-amnesia.html' title='selective amnesia'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114373416180218571</id><published>2006-03-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:56:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ctw project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;There is only about 17 hours left to the deadline to submit the final paper. No more thinking of health tourism after that. No need to google for Yoga or TCM after that. No need to sit in front of my computer thinking of what words to write after that. No need to keep pushing for things to be done from my 2 group members after that. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;As I was saying, the deadline is creeping nearer. And I still have not receive the final draft I required from one of my group members. Great. Maybe that is the thing with going through NS. I like to set a deadline for my group mates to send me stuff. And sometimes they just don't meet the deadline. And I will be not happy?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I have been sitting in front of my computer every night since monday hoping for them to send me their portions earlier so I can see what can be improved to the paper. Too bad they do not seem to appreciate the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114373416180218571?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114373416180218571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114373416180218571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114373416180218571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114373416180218571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/03/ctw-project.html' title='ctw project'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114331050990104436</id><published>2006-03-26T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:15:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;In life there's really nothing absolutely black or white. There's only different shades of grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I like this quote.  Its from the great philosopher Wrath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114331050990104436?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114331050990104436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114331050990104436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114331050990104436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114331050990104436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/03/grey.html' title='Grey'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114286489949234891</id><published>2006-03-20T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:28:19.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy... Chelsea lost!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;That is exactly the my msn nick now. I always feel that life is going to be much more easier if we can be contented with such tiny things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I talked about simple pleasure before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Look around you. If the sun is shining, be glad that you do not have to be drenched in the rain. If it is raining, isn't it a nice weather to sleep? There are always reasons for us to remain happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Let's learn to be contented with what we have. Life will feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114286489949234891?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114286489949234891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114286489949234891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114286489949234891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114286489949234891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-happy-chelsea-lost.html' title='I am happy... Chelsea lost!!!'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114252255019558974</id><published>2006-03-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:22:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fastfood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Once upon a time, Wrath was thinking craving for some fast food from a certain fast food chain K**. He entered the branch, thinking of visiting the washroom before making his order. He saw the yellow washing sign placed outside the washroom. As he was thinking of whether he should go find another washroom before coming back to make his purchase, he turned around and saw a ground staff waving him away rudely, signalling for him to make his way to a washroom elsewhere. Amazed at what he saw, he walked straight out of the outlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have a guess at where he went to next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The M fast food chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114252255019558974?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114252255019558974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114252255019558974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114252255019558974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114252255019558974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/03/fastfood.html' title='fastfood'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114218096867802736</id><published>2006-03-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:29:28.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality check</title><content type='html'>You learn something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I can make extra money by being a coach. To simply put it, as I help the school to buy jerseys or shoes, I can easily quote the school a higher price than I am getting, since most of the time I can always get the things at a discount. Imagine how much I can earn by just quoting an extra 2 dollars for every item I help to purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I have not earned anything extra so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ethics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114218096867802736?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114218096867802736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114218096867802736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114218096867802736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114218096867802736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/03/reality-check.html' title='Reality check'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114157590482926982</id><published>2006-03-06T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:25:05.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beachfiesta 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I went for the event on saturday, not as a player but as a referee. Pretty dumb idea as I hated to referees, yet I agreed to to help out int the event for a senoir of mine who sounded pretty desperate for help. In the end I did not really referee many matches, since they managed to get those more pro in beach rules to help out towards the end of the tournament as more teams got knocked out. So spent most of my day slacking with my teammates, looked at people, at the matches and some beach volleyball towards the end of the day. Maybe should have been more friendly in volunteering to help out in carrying stuff and all that but cannot be too much off a spoil market for my teammates. A reasonable day spent out at the beach, especially since I have not been frequent the sentosa beach for some time. But do not count on my refereeing another beach/indoor volleyball game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Lessons learnt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;1. Do not be so ready in helping your friends until you find out exactly what its all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;2. Apply sunblock to cover all your exposed skin. I did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114157590482926982?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114157590482926982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114157590482926982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114157590482926982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114157590482926982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/03/beachfiesta-06.html' title='beachfiesta 06'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114105195822673492</id><published>2006-02-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:52:38.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Once upon a time Wrath was on his way home. He saw his mom about to open the door to his  3rd storey flat. He decided to run at his top speed, leaping up the stairs 2 steps at a time, right to his doorstep. The next day, his inner thigh hurts like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1. Old man should not exercise without warmup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Old man should do cooling down after exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Old man should not do strenous activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;4. Stairs are designed the way it is for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;5. Keys are meant to be used to unlock the door, not just to put inside your bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114105195822673492?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114105195822673492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114105195822673492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114105195822673492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114105195822673492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/02/stairs.html' title='stairs'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114058468548143108</id><published>2006-02-22T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:04:45.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallacy?</title><content type='html'>Something I heard over the radio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X mentioned that the Thais  look like a mix of Chinese and Malays. So Y came out with this explanation: As Thailand is located in between China and Malaysia, as time goes by, people started to move southwards from China and northwards from Malaysia. Some of this people will fall in love with an opposite sex of the other racial group... and "Boom!" Thais are produced!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114058468548143108?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114058468548143108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114058468548143108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114058468548143108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114058468548143108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/02/fallacy.html' title='Fallacy?'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114045306621106395</id><published>2006-02-21T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:31:06.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After mid terms</title><content type='html'>Did not do well for my mid terms. But still, I did put in my best effort for those few days in which I could really settle down and study. Some of the interferences, especially from my CTW assignments, greatly reduced the time I had to study. But anyway its over. I only hope I did not do too badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a movie on the night I finished my last papers. Its called season for love. Before anyone ask me whether I'm in love, I watched the show with 2 GUYS. And all of us are straight. Back to the show. It is a good show and it is one of the few shows that I walk out of the movie theatre having lots of thoughts flowing through my head. I hate the ending. It is the kind of "you know its coming" but I do not want things to turn out that way. Just go watch the show or get the dvd when it is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer with my sec sch mates on sat. Was not feeling very fit as I had not been exercising consistently. But still tried my best to run up and down to help out. Did absolutely horrendous in defence, was slow and slow and slow. But at least I compensated with 2 goals. Haha. Scoring definitely was not my forte. The first goal was started by myself getting a ball from my half, ran the way up the left flank, pass the ball to a teammate before getting it back and took a shot at a tight angle. Thankfully it went through the opponent goalkeeper's legs. The second was easier. I intercepted a clearance and went for a shot which rebounded back to me off a teammate. I pity that guy because it was pretty hard. I took the rebound with a half volley which went in the goalkeeper's right. Maybe I should convert to become a soccer player? Good joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first training with my new sec ones intake today. 16 players. I had only 9 last year. Seriously not used to training so many newbies at one shot. But at least I got a good pool of players to choose from. Their potential generally also seem to be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114045306621106395?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114045306621106395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114045306621106395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114045306621106395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114045306621106395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-mid-terms.html' title='After mid terms'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-114018783756635285</id><published>2006-02-17T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:50:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donkey</title><content type='html'>Not the first time I heard the story and and I guess a lot of other people heard it before also. But still, had the urge to write it down on words after listening to it over radio today.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was an old man riding a donkey, beside him his young son trying to catch up with the pace of the donkey. A bystander who saw this commented, " What kind of father is this? Let his young son run like that. His son is so pitiful." Hearing this, the father got off and told his son to get on the donkey. After awhile another bystander who were around mentioned, " Aiyohz... this kind of son. Enjoy himself on sitting on the donkey while asking his father to walk. How unfilial can he get?" Upon hearing this, the son felt bad and asked his father to ride the donkey along with him. Awhile late, a third bystander who saw this sight started to comment, " The donkey is so pitiful. How can it take 2 persons weight? Its back is already sagging. I never seen such vicious people before." The father and the son heard the comment and immediately got off and started walking along with the donkey. As they walked, another bystander commented," Haha... such dumb people. How stupid can they be not to ride the donkey and walk by themselves? If I were them I definitely will ride the donkey."&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I am not a good story teller. But obviously that is not the morale of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story: Be yourself. Do what you think is right. It is good to listen to other's opinions but we still evaluate and decide on a course best for ourself. Nobody can please anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I know why I like this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-114018783756635285?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/114018783756635285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=114018783756635285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114018783756635285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/114018783756635285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/02/donkey.html' title='Donkey'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113983422579985004</id><published>2006-02-13T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:37:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low, Lower, Lowest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My questionaire, even though I did not spend a lot of time preparing it, was almost totally shot down by my tutor. Need to redo it before wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My kids lost again. Not entirely their fault, with some very questionable refereeing. Makes me more certain about my insistence at not taking at the referee course. Sorry to say this: Singapore Volleyball referees are not professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Spend 2 hr plus doing my maths tutorial. Not exactly a long time but considering my original intention was to do it last Thursday, means that I have not touch anything for my 3 tests. I am dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Came back home to argue with my brother. Tempers can flare very easily when you are without alot of sleep, left home before 8am in the morning and already not having a very good day. I am really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Received a email from a close friend. Something is not right. I am worried. But I cannot do anything now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I need some time off... from everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113983422579985004?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113983422579985004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113983422579985004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113983422579985004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113983422579985004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/02/low-lower-lowest.html' title='Low, Lower, Lowest'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113958857346911571</id><published>2006-02-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:22:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Life is like a tube of toothpaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You always try to squeeze every last bit of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Life is like being in a fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You can never be sure of what lies just ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Life is like a bed of flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Thorns are always well hidden from your sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Life is like the weather&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Life is like me doing statics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It is impossible to resolve everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Life is like a box of chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Because Tom Hanks says so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ps: Those who happen to read this don't beat me up when you see me ok? Anyway the idea came to my head when I was brushing my teeth just now and I welcome people to donate toothpaste to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113958857346911571?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113958857346911571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113958857346911571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113958857346911571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113958857346911571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-like.html' title='Life is like...'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113957555897379808</id><published>2006-02-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:54:17.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm a sore loser. How can i not be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Here's a simple story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Once upon a time there was three teams. Let's name them team Z, C and J. This 3 teams are fighting for 2 places for the next round. Z won J 2-0, then J won C 2-1. So if we go by the by-right theory, Z will win C right? Even if we do not go by the by-right theory, we just go by the professional view or even the non-professional view of those who seen Z and C play, all of them will say Z will win C hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;C won Z 2-1. Score 25-20, 20-25, 27-25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;How convenient. This is the only scoreline that will see Z top the three teams without any 2 teams tying in sets won/lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yah, forgot to mention. Z and C have the same coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That is what you get for promoting sports and sportmanship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh yah. Forgot to mention this point. The coach and me sort of know each other. He better not let me see him. Maybe I will feel the urge to beat him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nowadays who cares about sportsmanship? Winning and qualifying means you get to retain your job (for at least another year), increase in budget and maybe your pay as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To some people, going against your own conscience does not hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Come to think of it, I thank all my coaches who never asked me to delibrately lose a match before. Maybe I will fall out with him straight away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;All the sports got their dark side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113957555897379808?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113957555897379808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113957555897379808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113957555897379808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113957555897379808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/02/sore-loser.html' title='sore loser'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113941243503952860</id><published>2006-02-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:27:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;How can you not be? This week cannot be more hectic. You have 2 coaching sessions, plus one match for your kids. All the modules you are taking have tutorials on this week. Have to quickly clear the online tutorials before all the tests come crashing on you next week. There's also the CTW project which requires you to report on your progress every week. And yes, there is still the critique to be handed in next week. 1 test this sat, 3 test next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I know within a blink of an eye this 2 weeks will pass by very soon. But i have to do well as I did real badly last semester. So no matter what, I have to buck up this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Next week's Valentines day. So? I'm still without 1. I'm 22 soon. Yah and so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This is what I have been telling my kids during their games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113941243503952860?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113941243503952860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113941243503952860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113941243503952860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113941243503952860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113889443083815922</id><published>2006-02-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:33:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CTW project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why are Singaporeans bilingual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why is my team comprised of a Cambodian guy and a PRC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I finally realised how useful it is for me to be bilingual. Although my English is not really that fantastic but at least I guess most of the time I still can get my point across. But this time I really find it difficult to get my point across. I do not know whether is it me who's English is poor or is it that guy who just refused or cannot get my point? Then the other guy simply do not talk much, probably because his command of English is really poor. What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am dead meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113889443083815922?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113889443083815922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113889443083815922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113889443083815922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113889443083815922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/02/ctw-project.html' title='CTW project'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113872412375298333</id><published>2006-01-31T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:15:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Had fun yesterday in m'sia at my cousins' house. Chinese New Year (for me at least) used to be going over there to pay respect to my elders and try to avoid talking to people. I am sure most youths can understand how boring it is to keep talking about what school you are studying and how you are coping with school work. Especially when I was much introverted by nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But nowadays with the birth of a lot of children, it was 2 last year, double the amount this year. I actually commented at one point that there are suddenly a lot of children. When you have 2 babies and two young kids who just cannot keep still, thats a lot of work. I became like a kid myself, running around with them, climbing upstairs and down (I don't know why they like to do that), getting them to hit my brother who was sleeping etc. But I still do not dare to carry the babies, for fear of me being too "violent" and knowing that I do not really have a way with kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am the youngest of my generation. My cousins sort of watched me grow up. Now they have children. And I am about to watch them grow up as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I guess that the number of kids in the family can only increase? Will my old and tattered body sustain me to last next year's chinese new year playing with them? We will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113872412375298333?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113872412375298333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113872412375298333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113872412375298333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113872412375298333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113855248219502744</id><published>2006-01-30T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:34:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know I should face the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I think I know the solution to the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But I am afraid of failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I choose to avoid the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am a coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113855248219502744?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113855248219502744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113855248219502744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113855248219502744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113855248219502744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/coward.html' title='Coward'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113846303122125009</id><published>2006-01-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:43:51.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy New Year to everyone and to myself! Yup this festive season have been not bad for me, starting from yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally won my first match I coach. An important victory. One which is vital in keeping our hopes for qualification alive. 2 more matches left, which have to be won. I think I used every trick I have in my "book", from intimidation of opponents to raising of own players' morale. Left the match with a coarse voice but victory is still sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Met up with some pri sch classmates for a "reunion dinner" after that. Happened to be py's birthday as well, we bought a cake for him and specially went to the restaurant to leave it there as the rest of them waited to gathered. But too bad the ploy was spoilt when the manager of the restaurant reminded the waiters serving us that we have a cake in the fridge, right in front of all of us. We were like "oh my god" with some vulgarities spitting as well, in our mind (of course). Proceeded to have our dinner and talk some rubbish before going for a mahjong session at hw's house. Went back in the middle of the midnight after sending annie home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I reached home I realised my knees were hurting. Probably with all the standing in the day and all the walking at night. Add that to my back aching in the day just before meeting up for dinner, I guess my body is not really in good shape. But its ok, for its quite worth it on the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As for the CNY season, I guess this is the tentative plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eve: Reunion dinner with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st Day: Church in the morning, dinner with my aunt (my father's sister) at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd and 3rd day: Visiting my relative in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday: Mahjong with my ex teammates? Provided we have enough players and time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday: Meet up with my ex teammates at jh's house? Or gathering at yw's house for my JC classmates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sounds like nothing much right? It had almost been the same over the past few years. At least there is not so much of having to smile at relatives who I am not really that familiar with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113846303122125009?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113846303122125009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113846303122125009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113846303122125009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113846303122125009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year!!!'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113811451780300169</id><published>2006-01-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:55:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Losses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The equation is now very simple. I lost three games. I need to win the remaining three games. If there is no upsets from the other matches involving other teams, I will qualify for the nationals still. If I do not qualify, I will most probably be out of job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hey... Life is so simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113811451780300169?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113811451780300169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113811451780300169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113811451780300169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113811451780300169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/three-losses.html' title='Three Losses'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113785662004154881</id><published>2006-01-21T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:17:00.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old, aching and happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I originally wanted to write this entry yesterday but when your whole body is aching and your hands shake when you take a pair of chopsticks, there is nothing better than getting some sleep to relieve the fatigue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Gathered some of my ex-teammates to have a friendly with RH which hw is playing for. Managed to gather just enough guys in jq, tat, paul, lj, xd and me. Play about 5 or 6 sets, with jh, who is also in rh, playing for us in 2 of those sets. My conclusion from all the playing yesterday is that I am no longer fit to be a player, in terms of both mental and physical. I was there more or less to simply help out with RH in the preparation of IHG and have some playing time with the lads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It was sometime back with I could play for 3 hours without feeling any significant aching in my body. Now, the effect is immediate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes, I am old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113785662004154881?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113785662004154881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113785662004154881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113785662004154881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113785662004154881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/old-aching-and-happy.html' title='Old, aching and happy'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113768710462449132</id><published>2006-01-20T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:11:44.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing again?</title><content type='html'>Been online for the past 2 hours doing practically nothing. Do not feel like studying, neither is it time to sleep yet. Most of my mine is occupied by the kids' match tommorrow, which is likely to be another defeat. Add that to the Monday defeat, it is going to be only 4 matches left which we can salvage anything this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to suffer the agony of bringing my 2nd team to defeat? Is it me or is it the school? Who can I blame this time round other than myself? It is really becoming a scary thought at knowing that most likely this team will not progress into the national stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my track record is going to be proven. A losing coach. Am I still going to try for another year? I hope so. I cannot admit defeat like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still some fight left in me. Hope the kids do not disappoint me tommorrow... It is actually today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something for me to prove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113768710462449132?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113768710462449132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113768710462449132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113768710462449132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113768710462449132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/losing-again.html' title='Losing again?'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113719937298365860</id><published>2006-01-14T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:42:53.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I did not realised yesterday was friday the thirteen until someone mentioned it late at night, when it was about to pass. The even more scarier thing was that yesterday night it was a full moon? So maybe we should expect werewolf or were-rabbits to appeal? In any case, it was not really a supposedly unlucky day for me, it just turn out to be pretty long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Woke up to my brother's chatting with my mother in the middle of the night. The kind of noise level he was projecting his voice, anyone would have woken up. Waited for them to finally get tired and go to sleep before I had the whole living room to myself and time for some studying. But here comes the first unlucky thing (if you want to consider it so), I on my TV and it was "liang zhu", or butterfly lovers. An interesting show, so there goes one hour. The next hour came "pi li huo", which is a long Taiwan serial which I was watching when I was still NSF. But since I only started watching the show then more towards the ending of the whole serial, I found it interesting to watch the repeat which was a much more earlier episode. So there goes my next hour. I went back and caught some sleep after that. No studying done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Just before I left for school, I asked my brother to borrow me my thumbdrive, (it sounds weird, it is my thumbdrive)  (and here is the second) and he told me he lost it. Another search attempt only suceeded in me wasting my time and breadth on him. So I had to buy another thumbdrive for him, this time the cheapest on the shelf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Reached school at eleven plus and wanted to print some notes. So I promptly downloaded the stuff and tried to print it from the printing room. To my astonishment (here comes the third), there was an error with my cashcard. I tried to print again after my lectures end at 4 but again it was another futile attempt. So I still have not got my notes printed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The lectures today was all right, perhaps the more important thing was hearing the fixtures of my kids in between the lectures from Ms Toh. I got the sequence I wanted, the first 2 match against the stronger teams in the division which is all right even if we lose, then try to win the rest. It is one piece of news I wanted. But perhaps in a way, it also means I have to skip a certain number of lectures (number four) as all the matches falls on Mon or Fri, which will certainly clash with my lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Went to watch RH vs KR after selling my soci textbook online and a short dinner with Lj. But an interesting thing to go with it. Hw was the one who wanted me to go and see his match and provide some advice during the game. So he called me when the match was supposed to start and I was at Lj's hall room (Eusoff) with him taking his stuff. Hw was like "Huh? You're playing for Eusoff?" Kind of remark when I told him I was at Eusoff at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Watch the 2 games, RH vs KR and EU vs SH, both teams (here is number five) I support (because my junoir or ex teammates are there) lost. But it was all quite expected. The audience lineup was quite interesting though, with me managing to get Xd down for Lj's debut as libero, a ex hc junoir of me, a chs snr (not volleyball) who I got to know through the volleyball senoirs and an ex hc class mate of mine who was there to support her bf (KR). Spend more time talking to the latter as she was the only one all alone there and who knows nuts about volleyball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Here comes number six. After the matches I rushed to queensway with Xd to pick up the jerseys for my kids. Kept going on the wrong roads and spent quite some time before finally reaching the place just in time before the shop closes. The return journey was reasonably smooth though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Went back to Eusoff (Clarification: I do not live in hall) to do some service for Lj to practice his first balls. It feels really awkward for someone wearing jeans and slippers to appear out of no one and start to serve underhand floaters? But since my new year resolution is to be a good person, I will try to accede to people's request if it is within my ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Supper, which was after lj finally is done with his training, makes the start of the new day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tomorrow is another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113719937298365860?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113719937298365860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113719937298365860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113719937298365860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113719937298365860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-thirteen.html' title='Friday the thirteen'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113690947027604210</id><published>2006-01-10T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:11:10.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousin's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My cousin got married on the last weekend. She held two seperate church ceremonies and banquet in JB and somewhere near KL where his husband lives as the two place is really quite far. I only went for the one in JB as I was afraid I could not be on time for Monday's lesson, although I really wished I could be present because she was really close to me. She's something like an elder sister to me. I used to go over her house quite frequently during my younger days to just stay over for the holidays, and she will be talking to me, taking me to places, teaching me games. But as we grew older, she had to study and work, I had my own trainings and work to do, so went over lesser and lesser. But my respect for her remains no lesser. From young she almost single handedly took care of the entire household. Her mother left her father. (I am not sure if they divorce. I never asked anyone.) She is also the youngest among her siblings and the only female. So she was like taking care of the household chores, took care of her grandparents (until they passed away) and studying also. Mind you, she have a degree. She is really my idea of a perfect women, hardworking, filial, can handle household chores and work equally well. I sort of wanted to cry at the church but was busy clicking away with the camera. I'm sure she'll be a wonderful wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have a blissful marriage!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113690947027604210?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113690947027604210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113690947027604210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113690947027604210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113690947027604210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-cousins-wedding.html' title='My cousin&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113612724466401282</id><published>2006-01-01T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:54:04.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>It is time for my yearly new year resolutions. I already forgot what I made for 2005, apart from two points which I did not acheive and will continue to list it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: To be a better man.&lt;br /&gt;2. To sleep 16 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;3. To be able to focus on studying thoughout the semester and not let my coaching interfere with my studying.&lt;br /&gt;4. To make quick and decisive decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have to really acheive the new year resolutions right?&lt;br /&gt;Then why make them in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113612724466401282?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113612724466401282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113612724466401282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113612724466401282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113612724466401282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113612697316113998</id><published>2006-01-01T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:49:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Time for me to note down what happened in general in the year that just gone past. Nothing exciting? Think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jan-Feb: Participated in the interformation volleyball. Lost all games. Suffered my worst defeat I was ever involved in thoughout my life. 2-25, 1-25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;May: Became an adult. Received a armour's colour award for playing in the interformation games. Started my current coaching job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;June: ORD. Start of two months of civilian life before plunging back being a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;July: Started work as a sales assistant at G2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Aug: Became a student. Left G2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nov: First major examination in 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nothing exciting? Yah. At least nothing really went too wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113612697316113998?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113612697316113998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113612697316113998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113612697316113998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113612697316113998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2006/01/recap-2005.html' title='Recap 2005'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113588230077139244</id><published>2005-12-30T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:51:40.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The fan in the room broke down. So my brother bought a new one which is much more powerful. The first night it is in operation, I fell sick. Now I am down with a cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Conducted my first training for the boys after they had another 2 weeks break. They are definitely not there yet. I doubt they will be able to reach the minimum standard before the competition starts. For sure it does not sound well when I have half the team wanting to fall out from training within the first 45 minutes today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Received my results a few days back. I guess there can be only on word to describe it. BAD. I did a short AAR with myself to find out what went wrong. Only hope that I will not commit the same mistakes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Talking to a friend over msn. Or should I say trying to. Somehow there no longer seems to be anything for us to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am lousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113588230077139244?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113588230077139244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113588230077139244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113588230077139244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113588230077139244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/12/lousy.html' title='lousy'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113484797352498855</id><published>2005-12-18T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T03:32:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong vs Narnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I watched both shows this week. Both were like the blockbuster kind of shows that movie goers will watch this christmas season. And both did have some snow to complement this Singapore chirstmas in which we do not get to see snow. Anyway, here are two alternative views I gathered about the two shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Narnia: Basically its a combination of stories from alice in wonderland, lion king, lord of the rings and santa claus made an appearance too. Appearently there was some connotation to Jesus cruxification as well. The main characters entered another land through a wardrobe(alice in wonderland), ended up finding a lion (lion king), fought a war along and against some non-human creatures(lord of the rings). Santa appeared somewhere in the midst of the story to give the main characters to present which they will use. There was also a part in which the lion sacrificed himself by allowing himself to be humiliated and killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;King Kong: It is a story about a sentimental child who got hold of a pet and fought hard to keep and protect the pet. Full stop. Simple enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In order for King Kong to re-appear on the big screen again, maybe someone can consider using King Kong instead of the lion when they film the next Narnia show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113484797352498855?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113484797352498855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113484797352498855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113484797352498855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113484797352498855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/12/king-kong-vs-narnia.html' title='King Kong vs Narnia'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113484504445397323</id><published>2005-12-18T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:44:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing and winning</title><content type='html'>I was playing pool with wl the other day. Have not been winning many games against him. In fact I was commenting I was like Peter Crouch went he was undergoing his goal drought: just cannot get the final touch in. But it did not really matter to me. Somehow the feeling is very different from when I started out playing pool a few years back. Then, it would be a case of trying to understand why I lost, observing how others play, more careful planning of placement of balls etc. But now, it is really "it's just a game".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really past the stage now. So u will only see a half reluctant Wrath diving for balls when he tried to receive as his knees will probably give way as soon as it contacts the ground hard enough, a totally reluctant Wrath when he tries to spike as his back will complain after one or 2 hits or a totally not bothered Wrath when friends ask him to go work out when there is no more motivation for him to train hard any longer. He is now a has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jq passed a set of vcd to me today. I was the one who recommended he buy it. It's a japanese show which revolves around a volleyball player. How can I not watch a volleyball show right? He commented that after watching the show he felt motivated to train and we should feel the same too. Will I? Maybe the Wrath of yesteryear. Or yesteryesteryear. Or yesteryesteryesteryear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113484504445397323?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113484504445397323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113484504445397323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113484504445397323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113484504445397323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/12/losing-and-winning.html' title='Losing and winning'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113405992240408216</id><published>2005-12-09T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:38:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Today's topic for discussion is water. Before we go into anything, I have to admit I'm scared of/hate water. I just cannot learn how to swim. Somehow I managed to get through my national service without learning to swim also, thanks to SARS and some clashes with my PC. Ok, but that's not today's main points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1. Water is important as it hydrates your body. Please always drink more water than what you think your body needs. My total water intake for today reads: 1 packet of Milo, 2 500ml bottles of hundred plus, 1 500ml bottle of plain water, some sips from the water cooler and the tap which should amount up to &gt;500ml, 1 bowl of chendol and several glasses of chinese tea. So you must see the point about drinking lots of water, as I managed to go through a day under the scorching sun only ending up with abit of sore throat frm scolding the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2. Water is important because it cleans your body. Or at least its the more common way of cleaning your body. Of course we got other ways of cleaning your body, for example an army way will be to do powder bath, which involves pouring powder over your naked body to keep your body cool and dry. But still more people will prefer bathing with water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3. Another important use of water is that it is used extensively in cooking. It is not easy to get a decent meal without water. You need it to wash ur ingredients for a start. You need it to cook rice. You need it to be added to the soup. You need it for practically anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Actually the list goes on and on. Eg generate power and maintaining Earth's global temperature. But this is the most important point about water: 水能载舟也能煮粥!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113405992240408216?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113405992240408216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113405992240408216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113405992240408216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113405992240408216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/12/water.html' title='water'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113289751981948179</id><published>2005-11-25T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:45:19.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Nus exam</title><content type='html'>Juz finished my 1st final exams in Nus. Nothing much to cheer or be proud abt. Probably wont do too well anyway. Phy n ee r my worst subjects, I'm just not good when it comes to things regarding physics. Maths and programming shld be abt normal I hope, as for soci just hoping for the best as I've not been reading and writing alot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its all over. Heard the results will be out for christmas. As a christmas present for all of us. Did I mention I don't wish to receive any presents for christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure what I am going to do for the holidays. Was thinking of either finding a job or staying at home help to do abit of house cleaning and maybe do some physical training as well. Have been totally inactive ever since I left army. But think should wait for Monday. The teacher in charge got some bad news for us. So i shall hear 1st before I decide on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some minute things that happened recently...&lt;br /&gt;1. My bro lost his hp. 2nd time. Same as the previous time which he dropped it on the cab. But the difference this time is that the cabby did not find it in his vehicle. So I accompanied him to buy a new phone. 2 hundered bucks. I "lent" him.&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 of my gd fren wl is having his bdae today. He's celebrating with his gf who had planned everything. Sweet right? And the funny thing is that her bdae is only 3 days away, lets see what tricks he can pull out from his bag to move his gf.&lt;br /&gt;3. Another gd fren of mine who entered army in sep and I havent seen him since then, is just admitted to hospital yesterday. He told me his leg is swollen. A case of chao geng(try to escape from training)? 3sg Wrath is going to verify it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I am feeling bored. Maybe I should drop by the library for some books or the vcd shop for some vcd. Think I can do with a long break before the next semester starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113289751981948179?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113289751981948179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113289751981948179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113289751981948179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113289751981948179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/11/1st-nus-exam.html' title='1st Nus exam'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113212166316324801</id><published>2005-11-16T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:14:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>没那么爱他 - 范玮琪</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;你有权利情绪化&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;你不一定要坚强&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;便有些事情不能伪装&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;别为自己设了框&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;我懂失去的悲伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;也懂进退的挣扎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;但想起过去都是失望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;又何必要放不下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;是习惯还是爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;不放心还是不甘心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;只有你自己知道解答&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;真的不需要那么想他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;编织过的梦想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;自己也可以抵达&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;谁说一定要有他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;没有深陷到不可自拔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;认清了真心话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;你就放得下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;深呼吸抬头望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;发现天空很宽广&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;这世界那么大&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;幸福总会在某个地方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;真的不需要那么想他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;拥有过的计划&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;留给值得的对象&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;你知道不会是他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;其实你没有那么爱他&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;没有深陷到不可自拔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;认清了真心话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;你就放得下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113212166316324801?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113212166316324801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113212166316324801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113212166316324801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113212166316324801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='没那么爱他 - 范玮琪'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113154752662490766</id><published>2005-11-09T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:45:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On day of PE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pe == Practical exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let's not go straight into the topic of pe as of now, as it has been 1 of the more "happening" days ever since I got into Nus. (Can see my Nus life is very boring?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Went to the sec sch I'm coaching for a "meeting" with the principal. It only took 5 min. Made me wake up so much early, losing precious time which could have been more effectively used for sleeping?(and studying as well) Apart from the meeting, saw something happened that I never seen when I was a sec sch player. The teacher in charge saw 1 boy had his hair dyed, so he told us he's sending the boy home. My reaction then was ok, it's his authority as a teacher and the boy is indeed in the wrong so I'm not going to interfere or whatsoever. But one of the other students, tried to be funny and commented that the boy had a different hair colour because he swam too much. The teacher was infuriated and wanted to send the boy back as well for his long hair. Apperently the boy further infuriated the teacher by talking more nonsense as the teacher escorted him out. So what happened later was that some HODs came down to the court with the boy, called in the other boys into a classroom to be lectured by the principal while 1 teacher trim the boy's hair on the spot. The boy was then brought into the classroom and immediatly given several canings. He is then suspended from volleyball trainings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Qn 1: Is it a good idea to suspend the boy? From my point of view it is equivalent to giving him all the freedom to do whatever he wants over the entire duration of the holidays. Do you think he will really take it as punishment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lesson 1: Know what you can and cannot say to certain people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As for the actual Pe itself, I actually discovered/ further substantiate what I know about myself in that short 1 3/4 hrs. 1. I am really a computer idiot: I could not login to the questions and network succesfully and had to rely on the TAs who were around to help me. Ended up starting later than my neighbours. 2. I am lazy: I did not practice on the program that we are using on for the pe at all before today. As such I had to force myself to adapt to the different commands and the mechanisms of the system, which I do not think is really helping my cause to get better grades? 3: I am hardworking and I do have at least abit of mathematics cells in me: Somehow I managed to solve the question and write out a working program which some were not able to. To be honest, all the practice I did definitely helped. But as the question was about pascal's triangle and some area of inner triangles whose name I cannot remember, it took quite a short time for me to sort out the method to go about doing the counting. So I guess my maths helped. 4: I am an idiot: There's this line which I did not take note when reading through the marking guidelines. "Program Design (modularity, choice of functions): 15 marks" In my program I totally did not make use of any functions, which could mean I will lose all of the 15 marks? Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Qn 2: Is it fair to students who cannot spot the method of finding the area when some other students may have already have a better knowledge of the pascal triangle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lesson 2: Read the marking criteria carefully before you sit for any exam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It is getting abit long but this is going to be my last point anyway. Was looking through the forum at night and I was quite amazed/astonished/stunned/shocked by some comments certain people made. The background information is that our Pe is divided into 4 sessions as there are not enough manpower nor resources to cater to all the sutdents at one time. So there was a sutdent from a later session who tried to ask for the lab 1 question in the forum. There was quite a big backlash and certain words like "cheater" came out. I have to admit that I also heard from a friend who only heard from another friend about the point about having to use arrays for session 1. That is not particularly helpful anyway. But since we know that all the questions will be different, and there is moderation on a per session basis, what is really the big idea about later sessions people knowing about earlier questions? I remember reading a sociology article on which mentioned some western students commenting that asians are cheaters because we share resources and study past year papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Qn 3: So can we really label asians as cheaters? Or in the earlier context, people who try to ask for previous questions cheaters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lesson 3: Know what can be openly declared and what should remain underground. U can never break the law if you know how to go around it or do not get caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ps: Its been a long time since I wrote something that makes more sense... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113154752662490766?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113154752662490766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113154752662490766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113154752662490766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113154752662490766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-day-of-pe.html' title='On day of PE'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113129866578129857</id><published>2005-11-07T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:37:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre pract exam</title><content type='html'>Was doing the last semesters' practical exam questions over the weekend. Somehow my code never look vaguely like the model code, but still at least those codes work, after I spend quite abit of time thinking and editing the code again and again. Maybe I am not cut out to be a programmer? It does not really matter I guess. I can never see myself as a programmer anyway. But why am I trying so hard? There are a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: The most straight forward one. For grades. Out of my five modules this semester the only 2 modules more likely to pull up my grades will have to be maths and programming. Since I did ok for my mid term already, might as well do my best to maintain it and get a better grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: There are a few friends who think my programming is good. So if even I can't do the code, they also won't be able to do it? So I have to at least try to get it done so that they know they still got a chance to do it. My code should be easier to understand than the model code anyway, so I can send to them if they need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: I am trying to avoid physics. One of the worse part of me is that I always try to avoid things I do not or afriad of doing. Swimming, cycling, setting etc. Physics is also in that accumulating long list. I know I have to really buck up and spend a lot of time in it. But since PE is just round the corner so I should spend more time preparing for it in the meanwhile right? At least that sounds correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I still got only 2 more days to preparing for my PE. Hope I do well. Time to start praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113129866578129857?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113129866578129857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113129866578129857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113129866578129857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113129866578129857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/11/pre-pract-exam.html' title='Pre pract exam'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113095513043651827</id><published>2005-11-03T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T02:12:10.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Programming</title><content type='html'>Today is my 4th and final lab assignment for programming, or actually I should say yesterday. But anway, something that happened just evoke some thoughts from me.&lt;br /&gt;We had the choice of going for the programming tutorial of another session this week as our own session was disrupted by the public holiday, which is optional, but since my class has a tutorial straight after that in the same classroom, most of the class turned up and sat around the same area. Lq asked me to show her my code for today, and it ended up being circulated among the people sitting on the same row. During the short interval before the next tutorial, I was there to entertain questions about the code and programming stuff. What made me take note most was that those people are not the ones who are usually "friendly" with me, but somehow maybe its because I'm supposed to be quite OK in programming that they consulted me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, if I kept my intial intended low lying attitude in class, I'll probably end up not talking to like most of the class?&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, I suddenly get this feeling that its too realistic out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113095513043651827?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113095513043651827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113095513043651827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113095513043651827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113095513043651827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/11/programming.html' title='Programming'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113051566942583055</id><published>2005-10-28T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:07:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>281005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Was called online to help a friend with his programming. I suddenly became some programming expert all of a sudden, especially when you get a few people asking you for help. i'm definitely not quite used to that, when I was like in the bottom for my 6 years in sec sch and jc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I guess a major change have been that of lifestyle. Wrath in sec sch and jc was spending his time playing volleyball, playing CM, chatting with friends online and sometimes on the phone as well, and watching TV. Since this sem started, he had already finally give in to the fact that his body can no longer acheive anything playing volleyball, and his only involvement in the sport is being a coach. Not really playing FM(the name of the game has changed) as his comp is quite slow and he is not feeling that much of the itchness to play it. Chatting? He's getting on as anti-social as ever, somehow the way he communicates with people change quite abit after jc. Maybe its the thing with being able to sms also. He still does watch TV, but not with the same kind of frenquency. Either the quality of shows dropped or his taste changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gave some thought before writing this. Hey... I'm not clever can? Maybe abit more hardworking than before. If I have more time than people and I cannot do as well, then something must be wrong with me? WL was telling me that he told his gf that I'm actually quite smart but somehow I do not know some basic sec sch kind of stuff. I did not refute him straight. If I am really smart then I probably won't need to spend so much time doing my tutorials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It is really sort of make or break for me in uni. I cannot afford to not make it. I need to get a decent degree and find a job so I can start supporting my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your life is not only yours. Mine even more so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm like writing without any main theme today. Because I'm not writing today out of some inspiration of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Was reading some friends' blogs just now. Not exactly close friends. Just some people I know. Think their blog is more exciting? Or maybe is it because their life is more exciting? Maybe both? For those few pple who happened to read this, I apologise k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Want something more exciting? When I got more free time to think then I will come up with some story k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113051566942583055?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113051566942583055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113051566942583055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113051566942583055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113051566942583055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/10/281005.html' title='281005'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-113009626031775964</id><published>2005-10-24T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T03:37:40.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Fate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have been watching a vampire show on tv for the last few sunday nights. Its a show about vampires, man, god, life, time and fate. I'm particularly intrigued by the mention of this special book that allows the owner to actually edit the happenings around us, so basically the owner will be like a scriptwriter with us being the actors. But what it cannot do, is to change the thinking of humans. Perhaps human mind is really quite powerful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I tend to believe, as mentioned in the show as well, of another kind of book that records each and everybody's fate. Abit of sociology here as well, the minute you are borned, you have only this many routes that you can take. Its about the life chances issue. So maybe it is really true that our life is really scripted, so probably there's nothing much we can do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, I always believe that god, or whoever is up there looking down upon us, is fair in a certain way. Good will always beget good, do bad? Wait for retribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life is fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-113009626031775964?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/113009626031775964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=113009626031775964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113009626031775964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/113009626031775964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/10/book-of-fate.html' title='Book of Fate?'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112996967676060615</id><published>2005-10-22T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T16:27:56.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid term test results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Finally a new post after disappearing for so long. Those who know me will know that I have been having a lot of problems with this old computer of mine. At least I got it back to working condition again now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Got back all my mid term test results by now. I have to say I did not do really that well for all my subjects but at least I know the results were somehow in proportion to my efforts made in the module. Going by percentage of the total marks, my best performance is probably in electrical engineering, the test being my last mid term and thus I guess had abit more time to prepare for it. Second in place is Maths which I'm quite lucky as 2 qn which I made a "intelligent guess" was correct, else it will be a lot worse off. Third is programming. I always spend alot of time doing my programming tutorials, knowing that I probably need to put in more effort to make up for being a computer idiot. Next up is my sociology, which I think the results is worth all the time i spent reading the textbook and supplementary readings. Finally comes my worse subject, physics. I'm real bad it it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Its now less than 1 month to start of my final exams. Time to start praying. Well, maybe and studying as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112996967676060615?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112996967676060615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112996967676060615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112996967676060615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112996967676060615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/10/mid-term-test-results.html' title='Mid term test results'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112835701709361666</id><published>2005-10-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:30:17.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable tests/exams</title><content type='html'>Just finished my first series of mid term tests in Nus last Saturday, so decided to have a recap of some memorable experiences I had with various tests and exams I went through all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Preparation for a exam:&lt;br /&gt;It was the day just before my PSLE Higher Chinese paper. Met up with a few classmates to study together at a void deck and one of them brought along a soccer ball. So we ended up playing soccer under the void deck much more than we studied that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Result: I still got my distinction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep talk exam:&lt;br /&gt;I was very poor in my Chinese Literature. So a few days before my O levels Chinese Literature paper I was studying and memorising the textbooks day and night. I could still remember there was 1 night when my mother wanted to wake me up for dinner and my reply was a few phrases of my Chinese Literature text.&lt;br /&gt;Result: I got only a B3, I felt I let down my teacher but at least I did try my best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most hard work put in for an exam:&lt;br /&gt;My physics is real bad. Was almost failing every test during my JC days. So from J1 I was going for every single physics remedial class. Up till J2 near to A levels, my tutor was desperate enough to want me to look for him every morning before school starts for a short remedial to drill in the concepts and that was in addition to the regular dose of remedial lessons. I bought the answer guide to the ten year series and read through the book faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;Result: I got my A, very unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sure I was going to fail test:&lt;br /&gt;I was a scout so I had to go through this test about memorising characteristics and pictures of various weaponary and military vehicles. The test was to look at a picture, which is different view from the ones we studied and having to write down the names.&lt;br /&gt;Result: I think I flunked the first test. Nobody failed the re-test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112835701709361666?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112835701709361666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112835701709361666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112835701709361666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112835701709361666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/10/memorable-testsexams.html' title='Memorable tests/exams'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112749088394483815</id><published>2005-09-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:56:16.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>杨丞琳 暧昧</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;暧昧让人受尽委屈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;找不到相爱的证据&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;何时该前进&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;何时该放弃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;连拥抱都没有勇气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;只能陪你到这里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;毕竟有些事不可以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;超过了友情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;还不到爱情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;远方就要下雨的风景&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;到底该不该哭泣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;想太多是我还是你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;我很不服气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;也开始怀疑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;眼前的人是不是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;同一个真实的你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;暧昧让人变得贪心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;直到等待失去意义&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;无奈我和你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;写不出结局&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;放遗憾的美丽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;停在这里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112749088394483815?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112749088394483815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112749088394483815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112749088394483815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112749088394483815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='杨丞琳 暧昧'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112748984343007298</id><published>2005-09-23T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:37:23.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story of a man and mosquito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Once upon a time, in the sunny island of Loso Land, a mosquito was seen flying around a man's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mr Man:" Hello! What are you trying to do turning circles around my head? You're making me dizzy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr Mosquito: " Well... I'm just bored and trying to find some entertainment for myself and you happened to be the only other living being in the vicinity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mr Man:" Oh please! Don't you know that dengue fever is on the rise and now humans are very afraid of mosquitoes? You should know that I'm actually obliged to end your life so that you don't spread harm to other humans."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr Mosquito:" Come on! I'm a male mosquito and I'm not aedes. That means I'm not actually in any ways harmful to you human beings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mr Man:" Why do you think I'll believe you? How would I know if you will find a spot on my body and start to suck my blood?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr Mosquito:" You idiot! You don't believe me also not my problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;With that, the mosquito decided to me more vigourous in his flying and lands on the man's face every now and then, just wanting to keep irritating the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*SMACK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The man, who can no longer stand the irritating mosquito, hit it hard against his own face as the mosquito flew past the man's right cheek. He took a look at the dead mosquito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mr Man:" Ouch! That really hurts. And he really looks like a male and not a aedes mosquito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So what is the morale of the story? Here are several options:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A) Do not hit a mosquito against your own face. It hurts. (Though it may not be applicable for those thick skinned people?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;B) Aim before you shoot. Look before you hit. Do not kill the innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;C) Be an intelligent mosquito. If you are a male, do not go near humans. If you are a female, select your victim and your landing spot with caution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;D) All of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E) A man talking to a mosquito? What bullshit is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This post is written to commemorate the mosquito who I just killed awhile ago. (and my face really hurts)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112748984343007298?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112748984343007298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112748984343007298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112748984343007298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112748984343007298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/09/story-of-man-and-mosquito.html' title='A story of a man and mosquito'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112725627437214298</id><published>2005-09-21T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:44:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN IRISH BLESSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MAY THE ROAD RISE TO MEET YOU MAY THE WIND BE ALWAYS AT YOUR BACK MAY THE SUN SHINE WARM UPON YOUR FACE THE RAIN FALL SOFT ON YOUR FIELDS AND UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN MAY GOD HOLD YOU IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112725627437214298?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112725627437214298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112725627437214298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112725627437214298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112725627437214298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/09/irish-blessing.html' title='AN IRISH BLESSING'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112715699337922754</id><published>2005-09-20T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T03:09:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Incident 1: I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; was trying to download some emotion icons to add some colour to my msn messages as I thought it will look quite nice and fun to have some. But I did not suceed, instead I got myself some stupid virus to jam my internet explorer. Had to re install windows in order to get rid of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Incident 2: Just about one week plus after the previous incident, my computer crashed on me. Somehow it hanged when I was trying to do something, after that I could not get into windows anymore. So my friend suggested me to install XP instead. So I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Incident 3: The first time I tried accessing the internet after installing XP, I got hit by dozens of spyware. How lucky can you get right? Re installed windows (again) and anti virus as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So here I am back online in the middle of the night instead of having to use the school computer for the past 2 weeks. 3 is more than enough for me. I cannot take more of it. Let's pray.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112715699337922754?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112715699337922754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112715699337922754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112715699337922754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112715699337922754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/09/computer-troubles.html' title='computer troubles'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112550420376726079</id><published>2005-08-31T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:03:23.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a player</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went for volleyball training today again. Second time I went. Last week I was late and I still got to play 3 sets. Today I got to play 0 sets. Spent my time on the ger's court setting balls for those who didn't get to play. Rediculous. I don't need to spend my wed night practising setting. U will not see me next week going down for training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All was still going well before training. Did my maths tutorial 2 and I actually managed to finish it before I slept at 5am. Went for sch and programming lab was still not really that bad, for I did some reading up before going. So knew almost what to do. EE tutorial was a breeze as well. After that I went to the library and to my surprise, I'm actually almost finished with maths tut 3 as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nothing went well after training. I'm now having a headache, probably because I did not really hydrate myself today. Plus I didn't eat lunch and dinner as well. Was supposed to eat supper with pf and whoever wants to go, but I walked off straight after training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm old and mature enough to understand the point about if you are not good enough, you don't get to play. It is such a simple idea. The point is am I not good enough for even a set? Its a damn insult that I don't get any match practise in this team. Bad way for me to spend a wed evening spoiling my own mood and not getting any good practice. Not to mention another backache, painful knees and ankles about to go anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was at one point of time a good libero. At least thats what I thought and many people could see. Only until I went to a certain team did it all change. I spent 2 important years of my volleyball career not getting any good training to be a libero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I lost. Badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyone who read this... I'll be ok with a night's sleep. Sleeping is the only time you don't have to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112550420376726079?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112550420376726079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112550420376726079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112550420376726079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112550420376726079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-longer-player.html' title='No longer a player'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112524863314324653</id><published>2005-08-29T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T01:03:53.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open's finals 05</title><content type='html'>Went down with Jinquan to see the open's finals today. Wasn't really anything to be really proud of, 3 sets straight, held at a lousy venue like hougang sports hall with no spectator stands, no publicity and its supposed to be the highest level of local volleyball competition? I give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match itself was a quite 1 sided affair. It was quite evident 1 side was composed of some younger players and strong main spikers. The other side had more experienced players (ie old), better but shorter setters. In fact I guess 1 of the main problems is that their left sided blockers could not cope with the main spikers of the other team. At the end of the day, youth and stamina proved vital for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lot of familiar faces. Caught a glimpse of the HC alumni guys, who was what I set out to be one of them at one stage of my life. And I did managed to be part of them, however short and unhappy the experience may have turned out. After I left for NS I didn't talk to any of them anymore, even though sometimes I may see them around during such events. I do not know why but I just try to avoid them. Saw diwen as well, as told to me by lj he really expanded. Haha, but I still can recognise him I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will be back in the opens as a player one day? No thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112524863314324653?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112524863314324653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112524863314324653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112524863314324653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112524863314324653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/08/opens-finals-05.html' title='Open&apos;s finals 05'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112498049458303416</id><published>2005-08-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:34:55.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I'm back. It means 2 things really. 1st thing is that I finally have my comp repaired, so i'm able to be back online on a regular basis at home even though I've been using the sch network comp quite regularly this days as well. But what is more important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down for the so called ivp team training cum trials yest nite. Was coaching in the afternoon, so was abit late. In fact, very late. Managed to drag ting and hanwei along though. Shengzhi was there much earlier, and thanks to him, I got to play a few games. So i'm back to a very very familiar volleyball court, hitting a very famliar ball which have been in my life since I was quite young. Recognised a few familiar faces as well, a nyjc guy, a guy frm eusoff which I've been annually "called up" to play friendly games with them and a guy who was from st hilda's and went to srjc. I guess I have to take note of the last guy more. He is also a relatively good libero, in fact I might have to say i'm not gonna be able to beat him in the position in certain parts of my game. But he can play as a spiker or a sub-set as well. So I might still stand a chance (or at least I hope?). But anyway, its not a bad feeling to be back in touch with the game as a player than a coach or old boy. Their trainings is only once a week for the time being, so why not just play along and see what other guys are there in nus? I know of a few more who did not turn up for the training. So we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small side issue. Is it me or what? I'm actually quite surprised that some classmates took the initiative to talk to me. Haha... as I've always maintained, I'm anti social cum attitude problem. But I guess back in the service industry even for a short time might have taken just that bit of me out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112498049458303416?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112498049458303416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112498049458303416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112498049458303416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112498049458303416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112412134804464294</id><published>2005-08-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:55:48.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Finally I have ended my stint at G2000 yesterday. Worked only for around 5 weeks, really did enjoy my work even though was working my socks off during the sales period. All my colleagues treated me pretty well, knowing I did not really have any experience in the retail industry, all of them also taught me quite a few stuff. All the things I had learnt are non-textbook stuff, which is probably just as essential as the stuff I am going to study for the next four years. So getting some work experience in different line of work is quite useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Went to work abit earlier to drop by cold storage to buy some stuff for the staff to eat. Ended up with a bottle of green tea, some hershey's chocolate and rocher. Think the rocher should have been finished by the end of the day. There was not really a lot of customers despite it being a sunday. It felt even more empty as we had quite an abundance of staff working that day. Eka went to buy a cake to "celebrate" me leaving and even sang something similar to a birthday song for me leaving. The cake was really quite nice. And must mention qiuyi for cutting the cake. Not to be outdone, I dropped by old chang kee to buy some stuff for them to eat. Before eka and emily left as they were on morning shift, I dropped their cards inside their bags. I did not want anyone to read the cards like right in front of me, I will feel embarassed. Before I left, I also personally handed the cards to the other staff who were around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Who knows what will happen right? As I said, maybe i will end up working at the wingtai hq? Maybe I will go back and work during my holidays again? Maybe i will have a chance to work with some of them in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;All the best people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112412134804464294?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112412134804464294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112412134804464294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112412134804464294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112412134804464294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/08/g2000.html' title='G2000'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112360189777537635</id><published>2005-08-09T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:38:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had made this one single, unknowingly and unwillingly mistake that up till now I still do blame myself whenever it comes into my mind. I really hope to tell myself its not my fault as I myself won't have wanted things to turn out that way, but there are just so many things in life that you are not in control of. That incident happens to be one of that many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The problem with me is that I have a very bad memory. I'm half or actually near to eighty per cent close to committing exactly the same mistake as I did the other time round. I'm finally realising it now. But its now too slow to stop the same mistake from occuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really dunno how it will go from now. Maybe its just that I abit too paranoid about the whole issue. Maybe it won't turn out the way it turned out the previous time. Maybe it will turn out to be for a happy ending this time round? Maybe I should really attempt to do something about it. Maybe I should just let it flow and see how it goes. Maybe I don't really know what I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112360189777537635?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112360189777537635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112360189777537635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112360189777537635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112360189777537635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/08/mistake.html' title='mistake'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12767231.post-112351650894839591</id><published>2005-08-08T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:55:09.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of sch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today is my fifth first day of school, in sequence from kindergarden, pri sch, sec sch, JC and now finally tertiary. I have always not been able to sleep well when ever I am about to embark to a new journey, today included. I managed to sleep like 4 or 5 hours before waking up and preparing myself for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today I had 2 lectures, a physics and programming lecture which had an interval of 3 hours in between. Initially I thought it won't be easy to get past the time, but spending the time exploring engine faculty and to central library that area, plus meeting up with jinquan to take his phy textbk, it was actually just nice to keep us occupied. Saw alot of familiar faces in the campus today, alot of ex hc and chs pple, some pple who look like my brother's frens, a person who looks like was frm my pri sch but wasn't my batch and a pri sch clsmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After attending the 2 lects today, I know I'm in a hard time. To be frank with myself, I never really wanted to be an enigineer. I only wanted to take ise out of all the engine courses. Or else I'll probably have took up a course in business or arts n social sci. Today's lectures only further verify the fact that I'm not a engineer calibre, but i hope things will get better after the 1st yr basic modules when we get on with the 2nd yr specialised modules. In the mean time I'll just try to see what I can do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And somethings never change... I almost fell asleep during the programming lecture. Guess I need more sleep before school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12767231-112351650894839591?l=ckh84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/feeds/112351650894839591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12767231&amp;postID=112351650894839591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112351650894839591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12767231/posts/default/112351650894839591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ckh84.blogspot.com/2005/08/1st-day-of-sch.html' title='1st day of sch'/><author><name>Wrath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16169978571862634444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
