<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061</id><updated>2011-10-18T23:08:49.378+08:00</updated><category term='eyes'/><category term='People'/><category term='Distrust'/><category term='Enjoyment'/><category term='eyebrow trimming'/><category term='stingy couple'/><category term='Nostrils'/><category term='food'/><category term='Scribble'/><category term='nature walk'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='career'/><category term='project'/><category term='clowns people'/><category term='love'/><category term='Crap'/><category term='eat donuts'/><title type='text'>ThE cOw AnD i</title><subtitle type='html'>Some place to help me add some spice to the dull n boring moments in my day! </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2927260700527321705</id><published>2011-01-21T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:49:08.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted</title><content type='html'>I have never seen such a self-centred person. A teacher at that. I wonder what becomes of our future generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having a reunion dinner at the restaurant. Came to the last dish, a ginko + huai shan dessert. Our table had 7 people, so there were 3 extra bowls. The waitress asked for feedback for the food, and when my mother asked if the dessert tasted good, the waitress replied she had not tried it before, but it was rather famous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that we all had our share, mother thought of giving&amp;nbsp;one extra bowl to the waitress to try. She was very grateful. But who knows, the "teacher" at the table immediately rotated lazy Susan towards him. Thinking that he might want another bowl of dessert, we reassured the waitress that one person cannot finish 4 bowls of dessert and it was ok to take one bowl. Almost immediately, he wrangled each bowl to his direct line of sight, staring at the bowls intently as if his life depended on them. His next step? Scoop all the ginko nuts out for himself, just in case anyone takes anything from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nevermind about his "cannot lose" attitude when eating the other dishes earlier. Each time someone takes something, if he takes&amp;nbsp;a fancy to that dish, you would see him eyeing the person food precariously). His dessert antic was totally&amp;nbsp;unbecoming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person, 4 bowls of dessert. 3 bowls half eaten. The mentality? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"NO ONE takes the ginko nuts away from me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see&amp;nbsp;only poor upbringing, selfish attitude, childish demeanour.&amp;nbsp;Moulding the nation ya? MOE should&amp;nbsp;perhaps consider&amp;nbsp;more stringent&amp;nbsp;personality assessment so that they won't simply recruit any&amp;nbsp;dubious&amp;nbsp;characters&amp;nbsp;into our prestigious education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about selfless educators...Here's Scrooge in the making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="196" id="il_fi" src="http://www.werkkrew.com/uploads/selfish2.gif" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture: werkkrew.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterword: I should have been more witty, and say that I want another bowl of dessert. Take it, and pass it to the waitress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2927260700527321705?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2927260700527321705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2927260700527321705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2927260700527321705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2927260700527321705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2011/01/disgusted.html' title='Disgusted'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6563764447954455190</id><published>2010-08-02T22:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:10:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret to being positive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SiT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iVe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TFbblLTi7RI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NZiSzSiOm4A/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500825426616053010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TFbblLTi7RI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NZiSzSiOm4A/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's no need to think &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6563764447954455190?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6563764447954455190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6563764447954455190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6563764447954455190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6563764447954455190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2010/08/secret-to-being-positive-is-simple.html' title='The secret to being positive...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TFbblLTi7RI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NZiSzSiOm4A/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4476889437509442130</id><published>2010-07-20T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:00:12.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem from a Chinese Tabloid Newspaper- 你对我错</title><content type='html'>手把青秧插满田&lt;br /&gt;低头便见水中天&lt;br /&gt;The farmer sees the reflection of the sky as he sows his seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心地清洁方为道&lt;br /&gt;The clarity of the reflected sky likened to a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;退步原来是向前&lt;br /&gt;The farmer moves behind each row and continues to sow his seeds, till the whole field is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer sees the reflection of the sky, but he forgets that his own reflection is also cast against the backdrop of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, we critique others but lie oblivious to our own shortcomings. Thinking through, we do not gain anything from that. Instead, being reflective of ourselves allows us to look at things with a greater perspective. Where times call for a compromise, it might sometimes be for the betterment of the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an important lesson for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495987166696172546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TEWrNYkH7AI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Rhw7Xm61KGM/s400/IMG_1828e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4476889437509442130?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4476889437509442130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4476889437509442130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4476889437509442130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4476889437509442130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2010/07/poem-from-chinese-tabloid-newspaper.html' title='Poem from a Chinese Tabloid Newspaper- 你对我错'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TEWrNYkH7AI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Rhw7Xm61KGM/s72-c/IMG_1828e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4448088353122221316</id><published>2010-07-04T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:26:02.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDApAT6LUvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OHTLW5WlIcU/s1600/Beady_RIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDApAT6LUvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OHTLW5WlIcU/s400/Beady_RIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489933031085658866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4448088353122221316?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4448088353122221316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4448088353122221316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4448088353122221316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4448088353122221316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDApAT6LUvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OHTLW5WlIcU/s72-c/Beady_RIP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-85371568923008312</id><published>2010-07-03T23:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:49:40.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The *PeAk* @ TPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBw1jHV8tI/AAAAAAAAAhI/umLOz1MgD3A/s1600/IMG_1981e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490012011026051794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBw1jHV8tI/AAAAAAAAAhI/umLOz1MgD3A/s400/IMG_1981e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the first time we walked from the train station to the actual site. It took about 10 mins. A peaceful, sheltered stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager to look at the progress of the construction, we made our way up an existing block of flats just next to the construction site. We went up to the highest level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the birds eye view from the 30th floor...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBw1Uao4ZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bq1Cp2_cztc/s1600/IMG_1902e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490012007080452498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBw1Uao4ZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bq1Cp2_cztc/s400/IMG_1902e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictorious view of the Reservoir from the 30th floor. When the Peak is completed, it will be 42 storeys high. I am sure it's future occupants will see much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490010036866756530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBvCozFr7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/nm_LsN9ix3I/s400/IMG_1919e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10th floor view. We shared the same lift journey with the uncle as when we took the lift to the 30th level. Looks more of like what we would be seeing. Not too bad either.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490010047353002098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBvDP3NGHI/AAAAAAAAAg4/R_AzuGsxCxY/s400/IMG_1959e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall progress of construction...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBt_4ymMfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/t-WcFKKVcx0/s1600/IMG_1911e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490008890108424690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBt_4ymMfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/t-WcFKKVcx0/s400/IMG_1911e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490008274042578418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBtcBxDZfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OiO8qFkU_P8/s400/IMG_1927e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490008262350891474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBtbWNiadI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/-la1Kun5BgE/s400/IMG_1928e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See that ongoing construction? Yes, that's Trevista, which costs double of E Peak, launched later, with a much faster pace of construction.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBt_KBDT8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/rNDcB8H2uAc/s1600/IMG_1936e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490008877552586690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBt_KBDT8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/rNDcB8H2uAc/s400/IMG_1936e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More skyscrapers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will TPY become famous for it's towering giants in future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBka245i8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/jQssu-4TxHM/s1600/IMG_1964e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489998358338177986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBka245i8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/jQssu-4TxHM/s400/IMG_1964e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager to see what our completed flats would look like, we went to City View, also a DBSS with the same developer, Hoi Hup. It's modular blocks are practically identical, and this is what we got..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBjwS66piI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5IZ7xw6h5D8/s1600/College+-+city+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489997627128456738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBjwS66piI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5IZ7xw6h5D8/s400/College+-+city+view.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conclusion: I can't wait to have a place of my own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-85371568923008312?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/85371568923008312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=85371568923008312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/85371568923008312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/85371568923008312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2010/07/peak-tpy.html' title='The *PeAk* @ TPY'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TDBw1jHV8tI/AAAAAAAAAhI/umLOz1MgD3A/s72-c/IMG_1981e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8278174458359580593</id><published>2010-06-28T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:34:08.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Gong...</title><content type='html'>Ah gong has been behaving oddly recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that you started out being looked after, then looking after, and being looked after again. I think that is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah gong is 92 years old now. He gives me ear training exercise every now and then. My night time present from him would be a full scale orchestra conducted by him in the toilet, with all taps turned to full blast. I would then spring into action, and you can guess what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cycle carries on even in the day. It seems like Ah gong is a busy conductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of ways to combat this. It has gone from "Ah gong..turn off the tap..." to "Ah gong, see the fountain???" to "Ah gong, it's $500 water bills every month (followed by a heartache expression)". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do undertand that it might not be his fault. Afterall, he used to be No. 1 stingy ah peh in the household. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, my hands are tied. I do hope for a miracle nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8278174458359580593?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8278174458359580593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8278174458359580593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8278174458359580593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8278174458359580593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-gong.html' title='Ah Gong...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7316891143347972775</id><published>2010-06-28T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:21:17.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Dependency Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I remember the days where there was no mobile phone. Life was simple, people were on time, and there was more time to bond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first mobile line at 19 years old, after much resistence of not wanting to be traceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, a phone has a simple function. To call, and receive calls. Since when did people become so attached to mobile phone, that they eat-talk-sleep-walk-play-and-poo-poo phone. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times (many in fact) that i forget my phone when i go to work. Yes, uncontactable, but somehow, i am secretly gleeing at the un-intentionally created peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone is an ultra bane to me, as i bear witness to the very ugly side of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultra conservative parents.. &lt;br /&gt;Exploit the use of the phone to claw their children home (regardless of age) when they are not by their parents' side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuisance "hawkers"..&lt;br /&gt;Taunt their voice over the -oh so important- phonecalls they seem to always be in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiddlers...&lt;br /&gt;Play with their phone in social occasions like no one's there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are socio-creatures. Not semi-detached souls stuck in between waves and signals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a no-hp day? com'on. Get a life out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7316891143347972775?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7316891143347972775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7316891143347972775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7316891143347972775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7316891143347972775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2010/06/phone-dependency-syndrome.html' title='Phone Dependency Syndrome'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2951967484059424072</id><published>2010-05-06T01:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T14:05:47.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sine curve of living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/S-JWXJxsUEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/zfMykDdvSLg/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The snail has to be my favourite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blog skin&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life, there comes a certain point where you realize that you are getting older, when you see the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around you getting Even Older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year alone, there have been 5 hospital admissions of the aged &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; me (Or avg 1 admission per &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shuttling to and fro is draining, but there is more meaning than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With smaller families, depending &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exclusively&lt;/span&gt; on one's own children seems out of place in modern society. O&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ver&lt;/span&gt; reliance&lt;/span&gt; can become a problem, as with some of my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad that my family is more open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This paradigm shift only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;implies&lt;/span&gt; that it is prudent to plan for old age. The best bet, is still thyself. Or should i say that i&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; is not fair to make my children shoulder my burden next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;生，老，病，死。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;逞年轻活出自我。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;珍惜自己。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/S-JXxYHIQsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4ftKZLNyQ_0/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468029403378762434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/S-JXxYHIQsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4ftKZLNyQ_0/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10282061-2951967484059424072?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2951967484059424072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2951967484059424072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2951967484059424072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2951967484059424072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2010/05/sine-curve-of-living.html' title='Sine curve of living'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/S-JXxYHIQsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4ftKZLNyQ_0/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-5046975636412257462</id><published>2009-11-24T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:59:39.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new sitting place</title><content type='html'>I had not intended to write about this. Until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous seat (a.k.a. goldfish bowl), I sat back facing the masses, got frightened easily. But at least, i was much healthier (I think 1 MC in the entire year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my new seat, I am in my third MC since the beginning of October. I still get frightened easily, and am under the mercy of 2 air-con ducts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May some divine interventation please come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe some KTV will help. Perhaps that's a KTV withdrawal symptom. My body is protesting against no sing-a-ling-a-ling. I used to KTV once every 1 to 2 months at least when i was in my fishbowl. I was so energetic once i heard that my friend had a KTV session. Chey! Not my session right. I wish for one soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-5046975636412257462?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/5046975636412257462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=5046975636412257462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5046975636412257462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5046975636412257462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-new-sitting-place.html' title='My new sitting place'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-170041845590622776</id><published>2009-11-21T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:51:26.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>This has been a hectic week for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesdays was practically rushing work so that i can at least have a proper 交待 for my work. My clever boss sent me an email on Tuesday evening requiring some calculations admist my rush. Result- Brought home to do, slept at 1+ am and sent out 2 emails at 1+ am and 6+ am. But both times, he misread part of my email anyway. Waste my effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday to Friday was quite tiring but fun, at Malacca. Spent the first day getting lost. Then we managed to find our way around, trying their chendol, char siew rice, missed out Nonya food, KFC, their secret recipe. Ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to walk around their old shops, brings about some reminiscence of the old Singapore, and my childhood, and of course, the old me. Chanced upon this toy shop nearby the very famous char siew rice (the uncle asked "一包而已啊?" when we ordered our takeaway). We bought 4 big size kites for about S$17.20, or $4.30 per kite. How to get that kind of price in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon. Meanwhile, I am preparing to go for my friend's wedding. Has been raining the whole of today. Legend has it that Heaven rains for the most stingy of all couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mr. Soh about our wedding in future, and he postulated- flooding. Hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-170041845590622776?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/170041845590622776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=170041845590622776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/170041845590622776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/170041845590622776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2044373116864891508</id><published>2009-10-12T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:35:56.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keke...just did an online test. Quite happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Your Dress Personality?&lt;br /&gt;Check out your dress personality and what it says about you。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dress Personality: Elegant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love everything that's classic. People see you as the quintessential woman – refined, poised and feminine. You exhibit an aura of sophistication, and your class and maturity is reflected through your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your philosophy on style emphasizes on understated beauty: Well put-together outfits and makeup that are timeless but ultra-feminine at the same time. You're not especially fanatical about buying the latest fashionable apparel, but you can be very particular about the finer details of your clothes: How it drapes on you, the colors and designs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Try it @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com/quiz/dresspersonality/result.asp"&gt;http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com/quiz/dresspersonality/result.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2044373116864891508?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2044373116864891508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2044373116864891508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2044373116864891508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2044373116864891508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/10/keke.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4678578394451977887</id><published>2009-10-08T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:50:14.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Events...events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spastic sister was finally 21 yrs old 5 days ago! But in my eyes, she will forever remain 21 months. Keke. Once a younger sister, always a younger sister. There's NO WAY out.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ongoing KTV craze these few days, or at least, the people around me thought. Truth is, I hardly organized any, more like 10% out of the many KTVs I have gone to. Nonetheless, I like to sing, especially duets. Quite a nice way of teamworking. Especially when you have another breakthrough. That's my joy for singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am singing tomorrow, yet again. Whoot.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTV aside, having pimple woes for the past 1 to 2 months. Recurring acne problems. Pimples. On my once smooth cheeks i was proud of. I even had a nightmare, of buying 47 skincare products online. I remember i was counting, and counted 61. But i was embarrassed to say the exact figure, so i gave a discount to the actual figures. Hope that things can have a better turn around soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;My friend tried to give me a makeover. Unfortunately, I am super not used to looking at myself in polo tee. Too bad. Till i find something nice and affordable. Then, i can become a dashing girl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;And my 21 months old sister is scolding me yet again, for misplacing my powder. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4678578394451977887?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4678578394451977887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4678578394451977887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4678578394451977887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4678578394451977887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/10/events.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7230942595718426627</id><published>2009-08-15T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:40:01.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDU</title><content type='html'>I have just finished read the whole copy on SDU. Heehee...sounds kinda interesting. But i thought that it has been privatised? It is still called SDU? HMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if i were single, i would have devoured the book a few times over and over again. Hahaha..But since i am not, i do wish that they have more materials on how to keep relationships going. SDU is not only about creating couples out of interactions right? I believe that keeping a relationship going is equally important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was reading this part on "Love confessions" where someone mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;"I like girls who have a child-like perspective of the world: an idealist who views the world as a fun and good place to live where people don't harm each other. I will love her for her innocence and naivety. She can also be absent-minded because i seldom forget things." I felt so touched after i read that, i had an impulse to raise up my hand and proclaim "ME ME!!! THAT'S ME!!"..Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again, I would like to add that girls who are child-like naturally need quite a lot of assurance and security that they are in good hands. Which leads to considerable amount of care, consideration and sensitivity you know. Can anyone ever reach that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7230942595718426627?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7230942595718426627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7230942595718426627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7230942595718426627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7230942595718426627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/08/sdu.html' title='SDU'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8183972961984288531</id><published>2009-07-10T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:56:51.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What keeps you going?</title><content type='html'>For me, having things to learn keeps me going. Leaning can occur at anything, anywhere. But in my current position, I keep having the feeling that "I can do more". Yes, that's dissatisfaction. Recently, the new guests to my fishbowl (as what they call my office in a restricted corner) is bringing me some fuel for motivation, with more new stuff to wet my appetite. WHoo Hoo~ I am SO HAPPY. &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which brings me to the next question: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What makes some men happy? Or at least, (according to the radio), relieves stress for the male Jap counterparts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SlcN2GQWwcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ynvnV-4Z7NE/s1600-h/mensbra08%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356765504823804354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SlcN2GQWwcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ynvnV-4Z7NE/s320/mensbra08%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TADA~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SlcN2qm_ihI/AAAAAAAAAag/_ZoO31I6ajQ/s1600-h/mensbra05%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356765514582428178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SlcN2qm_ihI/AAAAAAAAAag/_ZoO31I6ajQ/s320/mensbra05%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Introducing...Revolutionary lingerie just for men. Stress relieving? Hmmm... It probably reminds these big boys of the closeness to mama. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interesting. Don't believe? Go to: &lt;a href="http://www.wishroom.net/"&gt;http://www.wishroom.net/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8183972961984288531?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8183972961984288531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8183972961984288531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8183972961984288531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8183972961984288531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-keeps-you-going.html' title='What keeps you going?'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SlcN2GQWwcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ynvnV-4Z7NE/s72-c/mensbra08%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4391292992969588189</id><published>2009-05-19T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:26:06.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of the year~</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year, when suddenly, you receive calls from Manulife and the like, asking if you would like to be an insurance agent, or, in a nice way, a financial planner. It hadn't struck me that once again, there is an influx of graduates looking for jobs, and insurance companies seeking their prey. And out of nowhere, you receive emails that tell you "xxx insurance company has viewed your resume online."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial planning can't seem to shake of the stigmatism that the public has of it. You either suddenly have more caring friends, or you realize you are suddenly friendless, that is, if you are the agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, agents can earn a lot of money. If you are irritating, persuasive and forward planning enough. Plus, more than 70% of Singaporeans do not have adequate insurance (forgot where i read it). If you look at it, the market is there. Just that the Singaporean mentality is not quite ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it is indeed important to plan AHEAD. However, many people around me tend to be complacent. I think we are so used to having things planned nicely for us, that we have become lazy to think. Maybe that's why agents are there to bug us. And persist in their irritating attitude. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it is never too late to plan. And the process of thinking is kinda interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4391292992969588189?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4391292992969588189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4391292992969588189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4391292992969588189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4391292992969588189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-of-year.html' title='Time of the year~'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-5921348810543206321</id><published>2009-05-16T23:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:16:24.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night of Ups..and Downs.</title><content type='html'>Overeating. My no. 2 fear after puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i almost enjoyed a combo of my top 2 fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes...&lt;br /&gt;I proudly exhibited my unique "Singaporean-ism" at Kushinbo's "Last hour feast" from 9 to 10 pm. Afterall, i had just made specs worth 330. That was a triple ouch, (my budget was $200 initially) and it ended close to 9pm. So, it made sense to go for a gd buffet at a cheaper rate. We thought one hour was a lot for a buffet. Wrong. It was a feast that would be one hour, but the buffet selection was only till 9.30pm. So we had to take all we wanted by 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We literally stuffed ourselves crazy, with a bit of everything we could find. We had so much food on the table, the waitress walking by must be thinking "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Siao eh, you sure you can finish all these in the next 15 mins?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda paisei when i think back, having overestimated our capacity for food and having wasted some in the process, much as me and soh tried to salvage. After our "dinner", we spent 45 mins. trying to walk and sit to digest our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more free flow sashimi, no more Kushinbo, no more "Stuffed turkey's special" at least for the next 2 months. We have learnt our lessons. I am still trying to burp the air out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up through my mouth, down as very rich fertilizers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-5921348810543206321?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/5921348810543206321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=5921348810543206321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5921348810543206321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5921348810543206321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-of-upsand-downs.html' title='A night of Ups..and Downs.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-137296683346795135</id><published>2009-05-08T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:01:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life so far.</title><content type='html'>My working life so far has been a bed of roses, doing filing (Quality Assurance) and getting people to sign on documents.  Then perhaps, a bed of roses ain't that exciting afterall. Roses have thorns, just as I am bored to tears. My left brain has to constantly think of activities to keep my right brain occupied. *Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about how my days are. As to night...Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been enduring late nights- something i would like to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has also been quite happening. Went out everyday for afterwork, except today, at this point in time with this entry. (But i am going out soon again!) Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did i do today afternoon? Went walking and finally bought Mr. Soh his birthday present. Hope he likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, getting to and out of Takashimaya ain't exactly smooth. I got hopelessly lost, having walked out of the shopping centre, passed by Isetan, went in for a tour, and out, only to find myself back at Takashimaya Shopping Centre again. ARGH. Talk about mazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, if cows have caste, I would be a blur cow. I just feel so lazy to think. But then again, what's wrong with idling round and round on a lazy friday afternoon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-137296683346795135?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/137296683346795135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=137296683346795135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/137296683346795135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/137296683346795135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-so-far.html' title='My life so far.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-5220853077403221565</id><published>2009-04-30T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:31:49.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a floating kinda mood today. Asking the people on my msn list how they are doing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly on leave tomorrow, in preparation for a gd long weekend. But I don't feel as excited now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny question propped up during lunch this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Colleague: What would you do if you realized your husband was a transsexual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I will faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Actually, it depends. If i can get over "his" past, then it will be ok la. But if i cannot separate the his past and his present, "he" better bring me for counselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never know how much crap I can generate until i see it. Was talking abt Spiderman in NUS. In response to that, foxy told me that it wasn't that bad. Some guy share his bible and loud voice in the library some years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked, "how come no one did anything?"&lt;br /&gt;"If it was me, i would go and tell the librarian."&lt;br /&gt;and look at the rest of the conversation that results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Amigos para siempre... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or. i mimic the monk nian jing&lt;br /&gt;and knock my pencil agst textbook&lt;br /&gt;and start saying "bo luo mi xin jing"&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;somemore must sit next to tt nutcase&lt;br /&gt;so tt the divine power can combine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hot And Crazy~ -random says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then u must nian very loudly&lt;br /&gt;read loudy is easy but i never hear a monk nian very loudly b4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Amigos para siempre... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then library can throw both of us out.&lt;br /&gt;no need. i just nian into his ears can alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hot And Crazy~ -random says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;then u go find someone co-star sun wu kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Amigos para siempre... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u lo.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hot And Crazy~ -random says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;as u chant, he roll all over the place&lt;br /&gt;and say Shi fu Bei Nian Le&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Amigos para siempre... says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-5220853077403221565?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/5220853077403221565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=5220853077403221565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5220853077403221565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5220853077403221565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-in-floating-kinda-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-295070096393172612</id><published>2009-04-27T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:33:48.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement.</title><content type='html'>Studying gets creative in NUS. Was directed to this video by Rong-er. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidery creeps into the ever famous-cramped-library during the examination period. He senses danger, swaggers all over tha place, jumps over some chairs, finally out of the place and can't make the filmer stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoTUNfjFCcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoTUNfjFCcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some aftermath, was kinda disappointed today. When you discuss something, no matter what the outcome, I think it is basic courtesy to just update. But that did not happen.  Could have been that i expected too much. Friends never fail to amaze, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i was glad that i could repeatedly try to become positive. Guess that's most important right? So here goes my thought, just to round up this tiny episode today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-295070096393172612?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/295070096393172612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=295070096393172612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/295070096393172612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/295070096393172612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/04/amusement.html' title='Amusement.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7334782101855607481</id><published>2009-04-25T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:25:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today has been good. With some sleep, and lots of movement. As always a kid at heart, i enjoyed taking photos with my Canon G10. Today's topic was: Taking photos by modifying apertures. Yes, it was kinda interesting. Slp. Mt Faber. Marine Parade. Bugis. Took quite a few photos at Mt Faber and Looking forward to more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SfMrAoau5jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tol_APhAHAw/s1600-h/IMG_0504_retouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328650073958966834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SfMrAoau5jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tol_APhAHAw/s320/IMG_0504_retouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SfMrAVReuqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sQRYOUTS9oI/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328650068819884706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SfMrAVReuqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sQRYOUTS9oI/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SfMrAOgZgdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Nh6QghJNC18/s1600-h/IMG_0517_retouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328650067003408850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SfMrAOgZgdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Nh6QghJNC18/s320/IMG_0517_retouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop: Southern Ridges...Here i come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7334782101855607481?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7334782101855607481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7334782101855607481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7334782101855607481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7334782101855607481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/04/meaningful-saturday.html' title='Meaningful Saturday'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SfMrAoau5jI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tol_APhAHAw/s72-c/IMG_0504_retouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8734535121798808518</id><published>2009-04-24T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:44:47.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyment'/><title type='text'>Full.</title><content type='html'>Ya, i am very full now. After having buffet dinner at Holiday Inn and drinking a few sips after that. Hohohoho~ Project outing followed by fellow colleagues' gathering. Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i will have a cosy sleep tonight, but not before i settle all my stuff. Hmm...Still waiting for a gd night call from someone too...Waiting...Waiting...Hahaha. Guess he is asleep now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i can try to train up my liquor level, in preparation for my "xi jiu" 3 years down the road. Hahaha....Used to hate the taste a lot. I still hate it, but less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a whole list of wants.&lt;br /&gt;~specs~contacts~tops~dresses~shoes~drawing pad~photo training session!! (almost forgot all abt it!!!)~lotsa photo taking, which i shall fufil on my Southern Ridges walk trip coming labour day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8734535121798808518?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8734535121798808518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8734535121798808518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8734535121798808518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8734535121798808518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/04/full.html' title='Full.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7832369540096483741</id><published>2009-04-20T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:18:09.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Black Monday.</title><content type='html'>Arguments after arguments. I am so sick of taking n taking n taking in. It is making me feel so seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had a same old disagreement with the same old colleague again. Sigh. Why does this always have to happen? Can't one say less, while the other listen less? I really hope that someone out there can give me some space, and just hear me out, instead of preaching, preaching and preaching. Just give me some benefit of the doubt that i do know where i went too off, and i am making an effort to make things better. Can? I do the same to others too you know. But right now, the best way is to focus on the facts, rather than the person, to take away the negative energy. I definitely do appreciate, but this is seriously, too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where friendships are concerned, silly arguments have to make way. Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glass is filled with 50% water. A says "the glass is half full", B says "the glass is half empty". Neither parties are wrong. Something bad happens when both A and B insists on their point of view and refuse to compromise. That is the case it is happening now. And that is where my arguments stem from. I just gotta try and be as positive as i can. Focus on the matter. Not the person. If someone has to give way, i will have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7832369540096483741?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7832369540096483741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7832369540096483741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7832369540096483741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7832369540096483741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-black-monday.html' title='Super Black Monday.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-5839911081711795627</id><published>2009-04-18T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:04:54.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley (Money) and Me</title><content type='html'>Having read the ever famous "Marley and Me" by John Groban, watching the movie was less of a kick. Nonetheless, the story at the back still moved me to a few drips of tears, and some runny nose. Still, it was much better than reading the book, where I had to close the book after reading each paragraph of the last two chapters. That was sheer torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did i reduce a bucket of tears to a few drips? I "watched" the movie with my ears. Both visual and sound effect would have much devasting effect, and it amazes me how visuals could play a trick on our emotional glands. Humans are complex creatures indeed.&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to insure oneself for a good hospitalisation plan. Without money, we are as good as sub-citizens. I know of a story whereby a worker at the construction site suffered from multiple hair-line fractures as a result of a fall. Guess what the staff from the public hospital said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him to come back after 4 days for a scan, and meanwhile, just make do with painkillers. Replace the victim with some ministers or ministers' spouse. Would the treatment have been any different? I would guess so. Prompt treatment, first class smiles, undivided care. Here's how realistic the world is. No money (status) no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we saying that the construction site worker is a lesser human than anyone else? The Hippocratic (Hypocritic) Oath indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-5839911081711795627?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/5839911081711795627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=5839911081711795627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5839911081711795627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5839911081711795627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/04/marley-money-and-me.html' title='Marley (Money) and Me'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-9221937941503567674</id><published>2009-04-15T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:05:10.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Jia~</title><content type='html'>Yes! This is so terribly irritating! (Though technically, I have a 1 yr old niece. But that's not the point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a span of a 2 days, 3 people called me auntie, just to piss me off! That brings it to an average of 1.5 irritating pain-in-the-ass per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, actually, I am not angry with the people. But................. Am I really so auntie???????? (Maybe that statement already sounds like one.) I wanna be 小姐leh... Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Do i have a big funny mole on my face? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Specs? (Frameless)&lt;br /&gt;My Looks? (I'm borned with that)&lt;br /&gt;My Mannerisms? (Old habits die hard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Or maybe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL OF THE ABOVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;=.=""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" Don't tell me I am stuck with that role. I AM ONLY IN MY TWENTIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeYFm95svmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HIy3HJo3Ys8/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324949776421928546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeYFm95svmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HIy3HJo3Ys8/s320/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeYExSFKTtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/L-jpUfhX-FQ/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-9221937941503567674?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/9221937941503567674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=9221937941503567674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/9221937941503567674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/9221937941503567674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/04/auntie-jia.html' title='Auntie Jia~'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeYFm95svmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HIy3HJo3Ys8/s72-c/DSC00646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8744371498007220341</id><published>2009-04-14T21:26:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:29:35.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can show you the world~&lt;br /&gt;Shining, shimmering, splendid~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A whole new world~&lt;br /&gt;A dazzling place I never knew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, that song has not stopped playing since i got home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I turned 24 on 8th April, but I have been drifting since that day. I was SO happy, I still am, and everything feels so surreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed with chocolates, lotsa love and many blessings. Maybe, I even feel scared to count them, for they may just disappear~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May this bliss be everlasting =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeS4izNHeuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VYg8RW0LHdw/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324583567459056354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeS4izNHeuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VYg8RW0LHdw/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeS3LoSEMlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lWVDQglmbhI/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324582069878403666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeS3LoSEMlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lWVDQglmbhI/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeS3LCnuq1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JPee3c9EZZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324582059768720210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeS3LCnuq1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JPee3c9EZZQ/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeS2MLRBmXI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kerGB_u71Gw/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324580979757652338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeS2MLRBmXI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kerGB_u71Gw/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSy6PL3TxI/AAAAAAAAAV4/295k4yik9GQ/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324577373037219602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSy6PL3TxI/AAAAAAAAAV4/295k4yik9GQ/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSyZG_mNUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6tMsOUUi3Aw/s1600-h/Collages2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324576803902600514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSyZG_mNUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6tMsOUUi3Aw/s320/Collages2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSx3lUC5UI/AAAAAAAAAVo/35rqc-GfNeQ/s1600-h/2009_04_084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324576227925878082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSx3lUC5UI/AAAAAAAAAVo/35rqc-GfNeQ/s320/2009_04_084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSoMl6wxRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9vHGvspNB7w/s1600-h/Collages1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324565593749243154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSoMl6wxRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/9vHGvspNB7w/s320/Collages1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSkzVvy8xI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Y38cBJyAv2M/s1600-h/2009_04_081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324561861376668434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSkzVvy8xI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Y38cBJyAv2M/s320/2009_04_081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSh7oYpIpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YoyEH110uBA/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324558705283900050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSh7oYpIpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YoyEH110uBA/s320/Collages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSTDXfNDuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ib5CHLPlUTg/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542345512554210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeSTDXfNDuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ib5CHLPlUTg/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8744371498007220341?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8744371498007220341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8744371498007220341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8744371498007220341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8744371498007220341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-show-you-world-shining-shimmering.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SeS4izNHeuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VYg8RW0LHdw/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-3629562636072178148</id><published>2009-04-07T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:35:57.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of short attention span and lack of attentiveness</title><content type='html'>Why that title today? Because i am so very upset just before i wrapped up my day in office. I am someone with a short attention span. I cannot sit down and quietly watch time tickle by. I fall asleep within 10 secs if the presentation does not interest me, and spend the next 99.9% of the time pinching to keep myself awake. I cant say i have been very successful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tell myself, that sometimes, having a short attention span is good, in giving yourself many chances to experience news things and move on, until you find something that really intrigues you. So what is intriguing enough? When i can constantly find new things to grow and develop with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, i am someone dedicated in work too. So, i was very upset when my colleague told me "i dunno what you have been doing.". I told him that i couldn't finish my presentation and was accused of dilly-dallying. My response to that would be: I did the presentation as at the pace good for my own understanding. Is it wrong to do that? Point(s) being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate sweeping statements. Especially when people do not understand the situation fully and pretend to be know-it-all. That attitude sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes, the whole purpose of work is not merely to work. Especially when you can define the quadrant which you are in, and you know you can add further meaning to what you are doing by enjoying it. People who are only keen in finishing their own work a.s.a.p. will never understand that. What's the whole purpose if you only slog, slog and only know how to slog yourself haggard? I do not need to be taught to prioritise my own time, because, i deem myself to have always delivered on time, and planned properly, unless people give unreasonable and last minute additions. Who will know the effort that is being put in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to rant about it and remind myself not to be too quick to judge. 对事不对人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to be positive. I had a good fish soup. With just $3, i get lotsa fish, flavourful soup (tomatoes, sichuan preserved veg, lettuce, fish n more fish, dried fish, parsley, dried onion, dong cai). Simply Yummy. I would not even have realized that so much goes into the soup until i list the ingredients down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokies. Back to my presentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-3629562636072178148?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/3629562636072178148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=3629562636072178148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3629562636072178148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3629562636072178148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-short-attention-span-and-lack-of.html' title='Of short attention span and lack of attentiveness'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6939999998282092911</id><published>2009-03-30T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:01:25.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to songs just makes me happy. I used to think that i only like classical, blues, jazz and hate pop. But then again, the sole criteria reduces to sthg which just makes me go swaying my head from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As fate would have it, i tuned in to my first episode of "campus superstar". Hohoho. Then i found all the songs catchy (albeit old) and wanna learn it. Everytime i hear people sing, i also wanna sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The songs were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我不难过&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;失恋无罪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一笑而过&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;好听&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some friend of mine recommended me this a Capella (learnt how to spell it only recently).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Naturally 7~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"an &lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; music group with a distinct &lt;a title="A cappella" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_cappella"&gt;a Capella&lt;/a&gt; style they call "Vocal Play". They sing primarily &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="R&amp;amp;B" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R%26B"&gt;R&amp;amp;B&lt;/a&gt; with extensive &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Beat-boxing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beat-boxing"&gt;beat-boxing&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naturally_7"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naturally_7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seldom listen to a Capella. But i must stress that their acoustic is really good. Unfortunately, the videos on youtube havent been able to bring my listening experience to its epitome. YET. Hohoho...maybe seeing is believing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music aside, I am looking forward to a new family member: Canon Powershot G10!! My latest addiction! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319011106938874530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SdDsa6Fy6qI/AAAAAAAAAT8/mXQM3rXJk6I/s320/canon_g10_photo_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Definitely looking very forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6939999998282092911?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6939999998282092911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6939999998282092911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6939999998282092911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6939999998282092911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-expression.html' title='Self expression'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SdDsa6Fy6qI/AAAAAAAAAT8/mXQM3rXJk6I/s72-c/canon_g10_photo_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2175075586019475009</id><published>2009-03-16T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:21:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon(ster)...Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a crazily busy day. I'm totally spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoted an hour of my night to meandering about my sleepy neighbourhood, at the same time looking for an eyebrow tweezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i saw something which i have not seen for the past 10 years of my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A COIN PHONE~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313786657453972178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/Sb5cz7HBGtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_0dySfdaZuk/s320/IMAG0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wahahahahaha....It's like almost extinct, as far as i know. Since &gt;80% of Singaporeans own a handphone. Yet, i found TWO coin phones within 10m of one another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wahahaa....I am totally amused. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And one last thing, i really cannot stand Noisy people. Kaypoh nevermind. But please do not let your decibels shatter someone else's peace. At work it's like that, at home it's also like that... =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace....Where art thou?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2175075586019475009?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2175075586019475009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2175075586019475009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2175075586019475009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2175075586019475009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/03/monsterday.html' title='Mon(ster)...Day'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/Sb5cz7HBGtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_0dySfdaZuk/s72-c/IMAG0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-1722530511362050511</id><published>2009-03-13T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:00:08.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARED</title><content type='html'>this afternoon, i received a call from the police. I was told, that i had made two false alarms to the police and was advised to keep my phone properly. What a scare. I remembered locking my phone though and placed it inside my bag. Maybe i did not lock. But the probability of calling the police twice, within 4 minutes of each other, is just so low. I checked my records, which showed me dialling "000" twice. I got quite a bad fright, and it still scares me when i think about it. Must definitely make sure the phone is locked thoroughly from now on. No more second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jialat leh...how can such things happen?! No joke man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-1722530511362050511?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/1722530511362050511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=1722530511362050511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1722530511362050511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1722530511362050511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/03/scared.html' title='SCARED'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-3199863811750379597</id><published>2009-03-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:51:27.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respite.</title><content type='html'>Respite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-3199863811750379597?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/3199863811750379597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=3199863811750379597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3199863811750379597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3199863811750379597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/03/respite.html' title='Respite.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2073274813030924638</id><published>2009-03-04T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:19:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My idol at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/Sa6mGoQ2pdI/AAAAAAAAATM/kAQM9OW_a3U/s1600-h/josh%2520groban%2520noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309363643533927890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/Sa6mGoQ2pdI/AAAAAAAAATM/kAQM9OW_a3U/s320/josh%2520groban%2520noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's only 28 this year. And I am only 24. Whoot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me a calming effect when he sings. It's just so natural and smooth. So are his thick and bushy brows. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Highlights of today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen sink is still stuck, which sets my cookie making plans for the second day in a row. According to my father who is trying to fix it at this very moment, the sink is choked with SOLIDIFIED FATS. But i think it is concrete that chipped off the old building. Should have en-bloc our distinct eons ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, let's hope that things can get back to normal. I want my kitchen sink back ok~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dear Anyone, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please grant me my wish. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone-who-has-been-very-good."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wore a new parfum to work today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Clinque Happy :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And i was happy the whole day. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Realized that when i complain, people around me gets affected. Kinda bad, isn't it? Maybe, i should not make a ruckus to others who are on the other side of the fence. It is just so bad. Other than Mr. Soh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should wash my face and go to bed. Haha. Had a good movie tonight, which makes me think about Mr. Soh. Heeheee.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2073274813030924638?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2073274813030924638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2073274813030924638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2073274813030924638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2073274813030924638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-idol-at-moment-hes-only-28-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/Sa6mGoQ2pdI/AAAAAAAAATM/kAQM9OW_a3U/s72-c/josh%2520groban%2520noel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-5862133124139478128</id><published>2009-03-03T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:28:20.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where monday blues, &lt;br /&gt;tuesday is even bluer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day of sidekicking,&lt;br /&gt;half day of framing,&lt;br /&gt;half day of preaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two full days of tension, that seems to last for eternity. &lt;br /&gt;leaving me energy sapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Such is the life of the lowest lifeform in the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do more meaningful work to revive my innocent soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go and "da xiao ren(s)" already. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-5862133124139478128?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/5862133124139478128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=5862133124139478128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5862133124139478128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5862133124139478128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-monday-blues-tuesday-is-even.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-9210013538375119124</id><published>2009-02-25T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:19:29.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Bouts and bouts of illness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, i had common cold. &lt;br /&gt;Today, i am recovering from fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a pills popper, i eat medication non stop. HATE IT. I long for the day when i am well again, to enjoy the fun, the sunshine and going out. I am someone who cannot sit still. When i am sick and tired of lying on the bed, i dream of the times when i go for ktv. I just dun wanna lie down and do nothing. TIME CRAWLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i thought abt the perculiar times when i feel sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1:&lt;br /&gt;I recalled that in primary school, after my primary 5 or 6 exams, i bought canteen food home to celebrate the respite. I bought curry bee hoon, bee tak mak soup etc. home to celebrate. I even told the aunties at the stall of my "party". Man, i was so happy and carefree...only to end up with indigestion...I fell sick for the next week. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2: &lt;br /&gt;I was very very hungry then. just after school. It was common then to order Marigold packet milk, probably as part of MOE's plans to give her children enough calcium. Once, i finish 1 packet of milk right after school and gobbled down another bowl of porridge. And had tummyache for one whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-9210013538375119124?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/9210013538375119124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=9210013538375119124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/9210013538375119124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/9210013538375119124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-919224614121681430</id><published>2009-02-23T20:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:33:48.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 lucky bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SaKcCv1C2hI/AAAAAAAAASk/dLWQKj-pe0g/s1600-h/Tweety-Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305974882008488466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SaKcCv1C2hI/AAAAAAAAASk/dLWQKj-pe0g/s320/Tweety-Bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "U r one lucky bird".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got bird friends (Birds of the same feather FlOcK together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1x bird friend: (must make small small, if not i will get nagged for the rest of my life)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305993191076175250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SaKssea8nZI/AAAAAAAAATE/zkTyDtmZLsc/s320/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2. At work, I've got a project to work on, which of course, comes with a whole load of bird work.&lt;br /&gt;3. I learn more about bird management.&lt;br /&gt;4. And who knows, leading a bird's life may be fun.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A friend sent me a youtube link on this piano piece on Fullmetal Alchemist. And led me to this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlpF3LFLrRQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KlpF3LFLrRQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And subsequently, I ventured my way to...&lt;br /&gt;this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEWw6Olfg7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEWw6Olfg7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ftoCT7phBmA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ftoCT7phBmA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;There you are, the 3 musical instruments which i like:&lt;br /&gt;Harp, flute (Can't find one which I particularly like)and the string family (viola in this case). Graceful and calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was enjoying the music, then i realized that the pieces were sad. Animes which I have watched so far are sad huh. The retrospective of the animist life- Is it a tinge of sadness? I wonder. But in any case, I enjoyed the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teen, I gave up on piano, because i could not sight read properly. Of course, sight reading can only come with practice, and some inclination. How I wish i can put in the effort again, and play what's up there. Haha. And boy, I have a piano sitting at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I one lucky bird? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-919224614121681430?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/919224614121681430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=919224614121681430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/919224614121681430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/919224614121681430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/02/u-r-one-lucky-bird.html' title='1 lucky bird'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SaKcCv1C2hI/AAAAAAAAASk/dLWQKj-pe0g/s72-c/Tweety-Bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6242630668830229838</id><published>2009-02-18T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:11:45.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are happy and you know it draw something</title><content type='html'>The busy days are back!!! YoooHoooo....Feel the adrenaline rush, and the composure amidst breath breaking deadlines, and the mad rush...complete the course with complains...I am at the top of the world....(The glass is always half full)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O well, i guess i shouldnt be complaining right. But i am really like garang guni like tt. No, i should say i am i garang guni's garang guni's garang guni...hurhur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevermind, let me be optimistic.....If i were to paint a picture, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would draw a bee, with a smilely face, smelling a pretty flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun is soft, the winds are cool, the air is full of flowers' whiff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304154527834287122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SZwkcMFXrBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1CzGsEmR59I/s320/Sunny+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6242630668830229838?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6242630668830229838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6242630668830229838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6242630668830229838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6242630668830229838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-are-happy-and-you-know-it-clap.html' title='If you are happy and you know it draw something'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SZwkcMFXrBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1CzGsEmR59I/s72-c/Sunny+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8931039909170314924</id><published>2009-02-15T18:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:13:57.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>Let me recall how I tried to pack too many things into one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Eve of V day: Went for lunch with fellow colleagues who are also graduates at Brewerkz, (and tried a few sips of yucky beer). Went to collect and buy another ticket. And Went swimming after that, but gave up because there were too many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri- Sat: Movie at 12mn on V Day...falling sick on saturday... And a half baked V day dinner on a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Recuperation, Digesting one week's worth of news, and it's already 6.50pm. Had a nice chat with Na-Yi-O and Farnie. Read a book, looked up on property and waited for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...looking forward to meeting my funny friends up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of point day:&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Cannot tahan anymore, so i went to see the company doctor. Some ah peh type of doctor, who speaks in a mix of english and teochew. Kinda fun to talk to old doctors like that. Unfortunately, i had no mood to joke with him...He rewarded me with some antibiotics, cold pills And work as per normal at 9.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Hoping to get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8931039909170314924?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8931039909170314924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8931039909170314924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8931039909170314924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8931039909170314924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-in-nutshell.html' title='Weekend in a nutshell'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4835163143610657233</id><published>2009-02-13T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:02:05.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At Theme Park we met,&lt;br /&gt;I was with my other half,&lt;br /&gt;An Indian at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally knew&lt;br /&gt;my passion for the language&lt;br /&gt;Gleefully she told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he replied&lt;br /&gt;Had I asked for his guidance,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi he would teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a dream which my Indian colleague had of me. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;逗过一个春&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;迎接新一年&lt;br /&gt;愿&lt;br /&gt;事事都顺心&lt;br /&gt;事事都如意&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4835163143610657233?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4835163143610657233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4835163143610657233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4835163143610657233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4835163143610657233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-theme-park-we-met-i-was-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-5253001467911524143</id><published>2009-02-07T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:01:24.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The episode on Absent Mindedness</title><content type='html'>Recently i have become more and more absent minded. Sigh. The most recent incident happened when i went shopping after work one fine day. As i painstakingly tried out each and every favoured piece of cloth and was about to induge in retail therapy -- I realized i had forgotten to bring my wallet, and hence money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Oh man! i forgot my wallet!!"&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl: "don't panic, check again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; Confirm did not bring wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt allowed to reserve, so the red face me went back to office to pick it up, and continued to shop at another place, same outlet. =)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, i passed my colleague some games for her son. Excitement spiralled to amusement when he realized that I passed him a blank CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague's son: "Ma, this CD has ur brain inside. Are you sure u took the right CD?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was swiftly followed by a call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: "My son has something to tell you..."&lt;br /&gt;Coleague's son: "Thank you for the blank CD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i did check it beforehand leh...what happened?!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many other incidents that showed my blurness, but these are by far the most "nostalgic" event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, new CNY resolution: DON'T BE SO BLUR!!!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mood in sometimes in, sometimes out. Pity my friends who have to endure my craziness and moodiness. Hope i did not piss them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for sure, retail therapy is in. I never knew that working demands so much on impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, getting some funny invitations from the people in my office. Anything under the sky. Gotta find a "dan jian pai" for myself man...hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Having a mood to bake. Heeheee...today, i feel like making icre-cream and my fav hershey's cookies!! Bought it from Sunny for CNY and has been loving it since! Would like to create somemore fondness with the recipe which just reached me via sms today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe:&lt;br /&gt;250g butter&lt;br /&gt;120 crisco&lt;br /&gt;150g brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;90g caster sugar&lt;br /&gt;250g plain flour&lt;br /&gt;150g self raising flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon of potas&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon of vanilla essence&lt;br /&gt;125g choc chip&lt;br /&gt;125g almonds&lt;br /&gt;oats: optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!! I shall try it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-5253001467911524143?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/5253001467911524143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=5253001467911524143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5253001467911524143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5253001467911524143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/02/episode-on-absent-mindedness.html' title='The episode on Absent Mindedness'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6430120406435570188</id><published>2009-01-06T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:19:54.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>养“生”之道- Eat or be eaten.</title><content type='html'>A small fish in a big pond.&lt;br /&gt;Predators galore.&lt;br /&gt;Big, medium, extra big.&lt;br /&gt;Scheming, slimy, shiny.&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble smells,&lt;br /&gt;fight or flight.&lt;br /&gt;Or better still...flirt?&lt;br /&gt;How many ways are there...&lt;br /&gt;to save your heads?&lt;br /&gt;Who shall stand,&lt;br /&gt;against all odds,&lt;br /&gt;Where many choose,&lt;br /&gt;to flirt or flight.&lt;br /&gt;The small fish must make,&lt;br /&gt;its very own choice.&lt;br /&gt;Flight it chooses,&lt;br /&gt;and thou shall not despise,&lt;br /&gt;Till when it comes,&lt;br /&gt;where time is ripe.&lt;br /&gt;The flirts disgust,&lt;br /&gt;but never do they know,&lt;br /&gt;that all the glamour,&lt;br /&gt;is not gold.&lt;br /&gt;The small fish awaits,&lt;br /&gt;and bids its time.&lt;br /&gt;Adapt it will,&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfaltering&lt;/span&gt; spirit,&lt;br /&gt;and dignity and pride,&lt;br /&gt;never to be despised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6430120406435570188?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6430120406435570188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6430120406435570188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6430120406435570188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6430120406435570188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/01/eat-or-be-eaten.html' title='养“生”之道- Eat or be eaten.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6157301559920314090</id><published>2009-01-06T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:58:51.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heehee...Happy 48ths to Mr. Soh. :) And once again, i got tricked into believing that nothing was being prepared and so, i never prepare anything...muwahaha....i got free eyeshadow as a surprise!! CD somemore. SO HAPPY!!! Thank you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6157301559920314090?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6157301559920314090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6157301559920314090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6157301559920314090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6157301559920314090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2009/01/heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6735684298880604783</id><published>2008-11-21T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:44:19.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my fighting fish has died :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i tried to breed my fighting fish (following my mother's method), it proved to be fatal for my red fighting fish (aka fury). I am so sad and with sinus that morning, my colleagues thought i cried while mourning my loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my blue fighting fish, which I spent a LONG time looking for, seems to be suffering from fin rot.  It is dying but i am trying hard to save it. *Hope*. This is such a big blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was on the train yesterday, i hopped on at paya lebar. Halfway through my journey, some passengers tried to alight at Lavender. Then the people standing in front of me refused to move to let the people behind alight.  So, i got out first to give SOME way. And before i knew it, "doors closing...beep beep beep...". And I happily missed that train. All thanks to those "civilised" barbarians. ARGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6735684298880604783?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6735684298880604783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6735684298880604783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6735684298880604783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6735684298880604783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-my-fighting-fish-has-died-rip.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2782754991538583399</id><published>2008-11-15T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:35:58.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping fit at the office</title><content type='html'>It is important to keep yourself sane at the office, especially when you meet with so many nuts. The way which i keep my soul intact is to find someone and make the situation as spastic as possible, then laugh it all away. But the tradeoff is, to other people. they think you are nuts, to be laughing so hard. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having checked with my friends, it seems that everyone, except for one, are not satisfied with their new jobs. December is the time where companies expect their staff to jump everywhere. So, let's just see how it goes, with this economic climate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like eating a big piece of chocolate fudge cake now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2782754991538583399?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2782754991538583399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2782754991538583399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2782754991538583399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2782754991538583399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/11/keeping-fit-at-office.html' title='Keeping fit at the office'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2991140994269568131</id><published>2008-10-31T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:15:35.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a 5 day week.</title><content type='html'>Haiz. After 1 Monday Public Holiday, I am still going back on Saturday. But, i will try to limit my time there. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 4 fighting fish. Had wanted to showcase all 4. But mum abducted my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not though of a name for them, but soon, i will. I intend to call one Miss Singapore Universe, and another Roonie. My fighting fish refuses to breed....though they display symptoms that they are ready. 有性格，我喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am liking Pasir Ris Farmway more and more. Heh..of dogs and fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2991140994269568131?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2991140994269568131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2991140994269568131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2991140994269568131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2991140994269568131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-5-day-week.html' title='Still a 5 day week.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-477461471204455726</id><published>2008-10-30T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:39:00.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://forum.jobscentral.com.sg/showthread.php?t=25"&gt;http://forum.jobscentral.com.sg/showthread.php?t=25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 ways to know if you've been in the corporate world too long:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You ask the waiter what the restaurant's core competencies are.&lt;br /&gt;2. You decide to re-organise your family into a "team-based organization."&lt;br /&gt;3. You refer to dating as test marketing.&lt;br /&gt;4. You can spell "paradigm."&lt;br /&gt;5. You actually know what a paradigm is.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your Valentine's Day cards have bullet points.&lt;br /&gt;7. You give constructive feedback to your dog.&lt;br /&gt;8. You believe you never have any problems in your life, just "issues" and "improvement opportunities."&lt;br /&gt;9. You can explain to somebody the difference between "re-engineering", "down-sizing", "right-sizing", and "firing people's behinds."&lt;br /&gt;10. You actually believe your explanation in number 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Whose bump is it anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carpet layer had just finished installing carpet for a lady. He stepped out for a smoke, only to realize he'd lost his cigarettes. In the middle of the room, under the carpet, was a bump. "No sense pulling up the entire floor for one pack of smokes," he said to himself. He proceeded to get out his hammer and flattened the bump. As he was cleaning up, the lady came in. "Here," she said, handling him his pack of cigarettes. "I found them in the hallway." "Now," she said, "if only I could find my handphone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-477461471204455726?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/477461471204455726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=477461471204455726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/477461471204455726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/477461471204455726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4270689967742510354</id><published>2008-10-29T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:15:34.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salted Fish.</title><content type='html'>Before i begin, i learnt from my teacher that there is no such word as "saltish". Only salty. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was walking back with my takeaway dinner from my very OLD hawker centre with my $3.80 porkball soup yesterday night. Ouch. Super Ouch. I lamented to myself on how those hawkers must have earned thrice, quadrauple the value, and it was such an OLD hawker centre. Argh...i could buy 1.5 bowls of yong tau fu. Brr...and i have been trying to keep my food costs down in this gloomy economic climate. And i amused myself over how long i took to get over it. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, as i was queuing up for my cheap Yong Tau Fu, i saw an auntie trying a stunt. She took her food without paying. When asked to pay, she nonchalently shook her hand as if saying "later". So cool.  And i was thinking, "what if she does not pay after eating?" I think there's nothing that can be done about it. But then again, if that was a true intention, she must be terribly garang, for she just sat next to the Yong Tau Fu stall. When i left, she was still happily enjoying her food. &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;行情不好, i see so many people queuing at the ATMs. I was going to be one of them, when i noticed a woman smoking while withdrawing money!!!!!! If i had my way, i would contain all the cigrette smoke and make sure each single molecule enters from where it exited from. I seriously wonder what comes in the mind of smokers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Social.Morons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to confront them would make me a Mega.Moron. Total waste of my time, energy, effort and lifespan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wonder which Ultra.Moron. came up with cigrette smoking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4270689967742510354?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4270689967742510354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4270689967742510354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4270689967742510354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4270689967742510354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/10/salted-fish.html' title='Salted Fish.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-709271680682653040</id><published>2008-10-25T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:32:34.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating and Living Healthily</title><content type='html'>This evening, as i was walking down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wisma&lt;/span&gt;, i saw a bunch of monkey escorts. Cute and Toothy Monkeys. So, they were promoting healthy living. They even have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaki&lt;/span&gt; song, which went like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've Got my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I've Got my family,...&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad or happy,&lt;br /&gt;'cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got them,&lt;br /&gt;and they've got me,&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heeheeheee&lt;/span&gt;...Cute but out of tune. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; ya, should have taken a picture of them eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;. They've a website: &lt;a href="http://www.healthymind.sg/luckygotkaki/"&gt;http://www.healthymind.sg/luckygotkaki/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's ongoing competition. Prizes are attractive enough for me, so i might go and try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, I wonder if the monkeys have been to schools to promote healthy living. Seems like stress handling has caught up, and now they want people to be aware of "work-life-balance" eh? Unfortunately, dogs don't give up chasing their tails, so i wonder how successful the campaign will be. Anyway, the website looks interesting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Was admiring the night skies from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the night, the scent, the seeming nothingness as darkness prevails. It is full of suspense, a parcel hidden deep within the unknown, beckoning me to peer into it, and unravel....the mystery of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when tomorrow morning comes, i feel dreadful for it's another toiling day. It's these wee hours that are short yet enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young and night fell, i have always imagined myself to have powers to somewhat slip into the dark and large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; opposite my house, and immerse myself within the mirage of TOYS. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wooooooo&lt;/span&gt;...i could feel the adrenaline rush from the imagination (of intense joy and excitement), of being sneaky, when no one's looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, i had not thought of smuggling back the toys though i loved toys. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt; stops after i successfully hijacked the toys section. Guess it was the perceived "sense of achievement" from "triumphing" mighty unknown, rather than toys, that i hankered after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That's nightfall for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night: An end that signifies a new, unknown beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Day: A start that eventually reaches an unimaginable end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i really detest daylight so much? Would you prefer the night, or the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am a lazy cow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-709271680682653040?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/709271680682653040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=709271680682653040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/709271680682653040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/709271680682653040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/10/eating-and-living-healthily.html' title='Eating and Living Healthily'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7531838626272259188</id><published>2008-09-08T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:49:27.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Monday...</title><content type='html'>I have my reasons for saying that...ALL, ok VIRTUALLY ALL of my talk nonsense buddies at work fell ill...Haiz, cold, fever, headache, dizzy. ON MC =( Maybe it's because we are all telepathic, i fell ill too... Unfortunately, most of my team and i is out of sync. Despite a blocked nose, dizzy spells, all our terrific leader does is hand me never ending assignments and a day's grace to end it all. He even sent a someone to ask if i was done. How gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. 6 simulations (but net = 3.5 since 2.5 were somewhat done...), 1 report (i forgot to update the content page...heeheee) and by the time i realized, time was up (i mean offical office hours were over at 5.30pm). Still, i felt a bit unbalanced, and developed a low and "sexy" voice by then...But then i never fail to feel bad when i leave at before 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, work's like that. Who am I to dictate what treatment i should be given? But then again, i feel sidelined. Once i hand them the work, i have outlived my use, and they quickly go into a meeting to discuss whichever values made sense or not. Good teamwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7531838626272259188?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7531838626272259188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7531838626272259188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7531838626272259188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7531838626272259188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick-monday.html' title='Sick Monday...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-1028113528985207214</id><published>2008-09-04T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:02:34.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday smells of...</title><content type='html'>Well well, it's approaching weekends SOON, and i am happy once again. Thing is, i keep thinking that thursday is friday...hahaha...how i wish that this is a wish granted. Had a good lunch today... And i hope that tomorrow will be even better. I think that at some point in time i have to go back on weekends even, but let's hope that it will not come so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of to-do list waiting for me to complete, but i always get home late and shag. Need a new phone, trading account and what not. Work wise, I have 1 week to tidy up 4 mths worth of backdated non- std documents. 1 week though, is an overly inflated time frame. Let's just see how. At my side, time frantically flies. Doing dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a piece of mooncake today from Marina Mandarin Hotel. 1 box $50 nia...I must say it is not bad, unlike those which i have tasted, all too sweet and gets me groggy after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for food in town, i must say the minimum denomination is $4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pasta for $10; grilled fish rice for $5.5, char kuay tiao and oyster egg for $5.50. Kok lok mee for $4 today. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-1028113528985207214?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/1028113528985207214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=1028113528985207214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1028113528985207214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1028113528985207214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-smells-of.html' title='Thursday smells of...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-3138773708293613422</id><published>2008-09-03T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:57:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the old old saying goes, if you have nothing good to say about something, don't say it. I had nothing pretty good about my job, so i did not say anything about it for the past 3 weeks. In the fourth week now. Trying to learn as much as i probably can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is tiring and stressful at the same time. That's an understatement. The standard is so high (or fussy), that i did not know i could reach. Still, it's not enough. But i guess i am enjoying the thrill of having to learn things which are thrown to me. It makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was sorta pissed with someone. I don't think all Malaysians are like that, but i just cannot stand this person's aloof-ness and lofty ideas. It could be that i never thought in the same perspectives as he did (and i would be very glad not to), but somehow, i get very provoked when they talk about Singapore in an extremely cynical and dangerous tone. Sounds a tad like their ex PM Mahathair, and i cannot fathom why they go to such lengths in making Singapore look bad. A matter of sour grapes perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am an advocate of PAP these few days- Pay And Pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;Monday: $10 lunch, $5.50 dinner, $2.60 Bread;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: $5.50 lunch, $2.30 dinner, $2.50 Bread, $13.45 grocery shopping;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: $20 Top Up, $4.50 lunch, $24 haircut, $2.30 dinner, $6.70 eyedrops, $1 bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much have i spent so far? Gasp!!! $100.35 within a short span of 3 days?! Food IS expensive. Sigh. And i spent $2098 recently on a laptop. I am so poor now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, another interesting thing i realized is that after 5.30pm, my office number gets "cut"...Like you know, you try to call and you get "thank you for calling. Our office is now closed...we are open from Mondays to Fridays...bla bl bla". U get what i mean. v fun! Out of sight, out of mind =) Such a long post with no photos. This is SO sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-3138773708293613422?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/3138773708293613422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=3138773708293613422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3138773708293613422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3138773708293613422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-old-old-saying-goes-if-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-1231848601973905140</id><published>2008-08-25T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:20:48.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone needed a source of entertainment. Very well then, i shall share with you what i heard. Oh, between, this is the chinese 7th month festival, and it's very cold tonight. On top of that, the tv show now is "Incredible Tales"- Spooky stories....Brrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So here it goes....Mr. Soh had attended this manager course. And so the speaker asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a woman is in labour, who does most woman call out for?" (Ans: Husband)&lt;br /&gt;{I said Doctor? Mother? Which was unfortunately wrong =( }&lt;br /&gt;"When a man faces a multitude of obstacles, who will most seek for in help?"&lt;br /&gt;{I tried asking Mr. Soh, but got no answer...}&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Ans: Mother)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;When a woman loves a man, she will give her everything to him, including their offspring. Woman having labour is considered as one of the most difficult phase in life. But when a guy loves a woman, his heart is 50% wife, 50% mother. So, if one woman tries to bump the other woman out of the guy's life, chaos will ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.........Why are guys so half hearted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-1231848601973905140?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/1231848601973905140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=1231848601973905140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1231848601973905140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1231848601973905140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/08/someone-needed-source-of-entertainment.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7034991983730922833</id><published>2008-08-01T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:58:43.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job in demand</title><content type='html'>If there is ever one job that can only grow in demand in Singapore, it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCCUPATIONAL THERAPIST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course is not offered by local universities, you can only get a diploma at most, and you need to further studies overseas for a degree. People who study that can get snapped up almost 1 year before they graduate, and with greying trends, more focus on public well being, the shortage can only worsen, if not for foreign infusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupational therapist are in demand at every part of the world. But i realized it is a much unheard of term here, and not well publicized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I understand, their main role is to enhance their clients' well being, both mentally and physically by helping them adapt to the environment through the modification of their surroundings. They can be based in hospitals, and take part in house visits, as part of the assessment to what their client needs. Sounds angelic huh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though this might be what i wanted too? Maybe come a day, when i feel the "calling", i may develop in the area...Hohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7034991983730922833?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7034991983730922833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7034991983730922833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7034991983730922833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7034991983730922833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/08/job-in-demand.html' title='Job in demand'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8891713798002068014</id><published>2008-07-31T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:26:32.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am rare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another test to spice up my idling days...Try this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my analysis:&lt;br /&gt;Kind and GentleYour kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8891713798002068014?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8891713798002068014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8891713798002068014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8891713798002068014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8891713798002068014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-rare.html' title='I am rare!'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7175763212895874683</id><published>2008-07-29T14:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:15:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commencement 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yupz, Commencement took place on 14th July...I was just waiting for the NTU one, before i commence writing. (No link i know). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N.B. Comments pertaining to a shot are always found below that photo...Enjoy =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family "portraits" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Drats! I haven't arranged for a formal one yet!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7O7ANHJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/mBEgj9ly_As/s1600-h/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228343730486322738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7O7ANHJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/mBEgj9ly_As/s320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's grandma Mary, you would know who. (I said GRANDMA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OTWxKvWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XQLICabqJyM/s1600-h/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228343049348365666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OTWxKvWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XQLICabqJyM/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you spot a twin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OTQPT6_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZZkkXm9-GjU/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228343047595748338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OTQPT6_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZZkkXm9-GjU/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OTqxl9PI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ny_1BLEh7Ls/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228343054718858482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OTqxl9PI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ny_1BLEh7Ls/s320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The M.I.R (man in red) is my uncle, with multiple roles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OT4piKaI/AAAAAAAAANI/04i6vek3-rk/s1600-h/DSC01839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228343058443151778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OT4piKaI/AAAAAAAAANI/04i6vek3-rk/s320/DSC01839.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the girl in black is my sister (YOUNGER), aka jiji. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Looks not bad here. HOHOHO)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OUAVRxBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FUHDHM_zg70/s1600-h/DSC01858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228343060505674770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7OUAVRxBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FUHDHM_zg70/s320/DSC01858.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends! Throughout the 4 yrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7EgQDXSqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QJJNr_MmDbo/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228332275767659170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7EgQDXSqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QJJNr_MmDbo/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's Xiqian (holding the sun flower) and Ching yin (chio hor). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Joanna and Yiling (Also not bad).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7EgTDArcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kmCws0laXxU/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228332276571483586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7EgTDArcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kmCws0laXxU/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Wee wee, and Fazrun. I still think Fazrun is yandao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Group pictures: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7EgoddhoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CXwBwLDfrEU/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228332282319570562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7EgoddhoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/CXwBwLDfrEU/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's polely (L1, top), and my baby (L2, top). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7EgzXXegI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BABsIIIMxCs/s1600-h/4A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228332285246798338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7EgzXXegI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BABsIIIMxCs/s320/4A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beloved class, though they always don't acknowledge as part of 4A.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7Eg4sqIPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ck4XzFun_X0/s1600-h/n701131563_766988_5951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228332286678278386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7Eg4sqIPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ck4XzFun_X0/s320/n701131563_766988_5951.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of 2 couples and 1 lightbulb ^^ (Hint: Someone(s) who is wearing the motar board)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7BQGJDOwI/AAAAAAAAALw/A6Ef-zeWYo4/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228328699694365442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7BQGJDOwI/AAAAAAAAALw/A6Ef-zeWYo4/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clockwise from left:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jo, Kockkernadden, Cheng kia and Ronger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7Ai5nImdI/AAAAAAAAALo/XwzeEMTP61s/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228327923236772306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7Ai5nImdI/AAAAAAAAALo/XwzeEMTP61s/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Siew Mai, (Picture on the left, lady in blue), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was nice to see you there =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yours truly, Xiao Long Bao ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI6_a94I5WI/AAAAAAAAALg/DgLQ8kqrODI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228326687431255394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI6_a94I5WI/AAAAAAAAALg/DgLQ8kqrODI/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the last picture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My adorable lion became a NUS PIRATE!!&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/10282061-7175763212895874683?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7175763212895874683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7175763212895874683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7175763212895874683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7175763212895874683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/07/commencement-2008.html' title='Commencement 2008'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SI7O7ANHJjI/AAAAAAAAANY/mBEgj9ly_As/s72-c/collage11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-5023026806072133351</id><published>2008-07-22T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:42:26.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life vs Death- Are you death phobic?</title><content type='html'>Whoot~&lt;br /&gt;A way to keep one away from diseases is through genetic mapping and diet moderation. The irony of Science is, we identify, we prevent, we minimize. Somehow it feels like looking for a needle in a haystack. And then you may say that prevention is better than cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again, there are many uncertainties in life. We cannot prempt everything. We try our utmost to prevent the onset of illness A. But in prevention, the setting could be pathing the way for the occurance of disease B. The paranoia, precaution, is all but for the prevention of one aliment. Justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one universal fact is that, eventually, we return ourselves to Mother Nature. I do not believe that immortality is beneficial. To me, it is more important to appreciate life and understand death. Only then, do we not waste the time which has been bestowed upon us in our living years. What is Science?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-5023026806072133351?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/5023026806072133351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=5023026806072133351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5023026806072133351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5023026806072133351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-vs-death-are-you-death-phobic.html' title='Life vs Death- Are you death phobic?'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2394807830258248931</id><published>2008-07-22T11:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:01.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia **CaNbErRa**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;.. The reason why i have not been updating is because...I do not want to install photoshop nor picasa...Hohoho...You know, such programs take up space and memory, that i do not know if my going-to-be-gone-soon laptop can take it....Scully, i place photos halfway, laptop says "byebye" to me =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i decided to install picasa anyway, against all odds...Let's hope that my dear laptop hangs on, until i can get a job- and the money to replace it. But of cuz, the "memories" with it are always irreplacable... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then...My beautiful memories of AUSTRALIA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*^ChAnGi AiRpOrK^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225691111474196642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIViYQVV8KI/AAAAAAAAAKg/56a47K5LbSk/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you find the pork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Hint: Top picture, bottom right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225688997491042642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVgdNIe6VI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ii2MPdxmEB0/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Famil(ies) Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*^First to Sydney Airport, then to CanBerrA*^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225693928642302594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVk8PGj0oI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QEH4lph3HDc/s320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See that black container above? That is used to transport our luggage. And to think, the roads there are much narrower than in Singapore. Can you imagine "mini-trailers" crawling on Singapore's busy lanes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*^CaNbErRa*^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225688999724778066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVgdVdDAlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9CMFjUCOd1c/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the stop at RoadHavens Cafe...We saw OPTIMUS PRIME in disguise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dyed himself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;And here's our relative size...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Only slightly taller than wheel... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~WaR MeMoRiAl~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225689006674613538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVgdvWBFSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QCjpXNk92kI/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225683882502050146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVbzeUE0WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fFWxa2bFpLY/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~CaNbeRrA PaRk~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225683879718444146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVbzT8aXHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/N8ujEI-CAAM/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225683876424556050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVbzHrFnhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/u_BIQ5Tl7vQ/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~CoCkInGtOn GrEeN gArDeNs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225704939361558082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVu9JOmXkI/AAAAAAAAALI/hUx6vGZPjlY/s320/collage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225704940552595810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVu9NqkKWI/AAAAAAAAALA/56xgLeB4SDA/s320/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, That train is operated on Steam..takes about half an hour to recharge, and took us around Cockington for 2 rounds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225704936318430674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVu895D7dI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CQ18FqGucHE/s320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225704935633649394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVu87Vy_vI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jPOSPUdbt20/s320/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~CaNbErRa GlAsS HoUsE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225704941336976770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVu9Qlk3YI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6SFNfZnhdHg/s320/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~PaRlImEnT HoUsE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225683882971104754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIVbzgD6BfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/70un1WlIAwE/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is open everyday, Except CHRISTMAS, when it is regarded as everyone's holiday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2394807830258248931?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2394807830258248931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2394807830258248931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2394807830258248931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2394807830258248931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/07/australia-canberra.html' title='Australia **CaNbErRa**'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SIViYQVV8KI/AAAAAAAAAKg/56a47K5LbSk/s72-c/collage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-1822935428862079541</id><published>2008-06-28T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:53:59.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你怕狗吗？狗，有什么好怕？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a couple of people who are extremely afraid of dogs. But the strange thing is, the older ones are those who proclaim their dislike for dogs while trying to convince themselves that they are actually NOT SCARED, when they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i would think that the younger you get exposed to these companions, the less afraid you are likely to be. You are also more willing to admit that you are scared of them, if things go the other way round. Well, doesnt it makes life much simpler and peaceful this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a doe eyed king charles spaniel with tongue sticking out today. Innocent and friendly. Hohoho... It certainly made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-1822935428862079541?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/1822935428862079541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=1822935428862079541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1822935428862079541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1822935428862079541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know-couple-of-people-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6678359665878590956</id><published>2008-06-18T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:35:48.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.A.C.K</title><content type='html'>Yupz! I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be up later. Thought some places were rather scenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something more important to note. I will always remember my parents, sister, cousins, aunts, uncles, close to my heart for as long as i don't become senile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lotsa love, and craps.&lt;br /&gt;Me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6678359665878590956?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6678359665878590956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6678359665878590956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6678359665878590956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6678359665878590956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/06/back.html' title='B.A.C.K'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8771060683180511909</id><published>2008-06-10T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:10:06.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>33 hours from now, i would be onboard headed towards Sydney. Hohoho....Will be back on 17th June at 9 plus. Sister, pls be informed ok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am still patapon-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8771060683180511909?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8771060683180511909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8771060683180511909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8771060683180511909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8771060683180511909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/06/33-hours-from-now-i-would-be-onboard.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-1921036959346610927</id><published>2008-06-03T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:02.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.e.e</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't be revisiting this, but I feel very DL (dulan) when i think of this again. NUS career advisory for chem engineers are way too complacent. When wat i thought (and many others) was early when my friend signed his contract, NTU chem engineers have already taken up majority of the slots. Which brings me to the question: Did our career not take good care of us? Darn! On one hand, i should have been more worldly -wise and not bank on a good career centre. On the other, i really feel disgusted for their complacency/ lousy foresight. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not what i plan to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished reading about the 81st Spelling Bee competition held in the US. In lieu of the rubbish entertainment shows we have on local television nowadays (and that includes local dramas attempting to be sappy), i suggest more worthwhile programmes such as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Singpore's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt; very own Spelling Bee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SETNmOaBToI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5NsCHpJ2kzA/s1600-h/spelln-b.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207513125733092994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SETNmOaBToI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5NsCHpJ2kzA/s320/spelln-b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture poor kids (forehead tied with a red headband proclaiming: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VICTORY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), and parents with a cane standing next to them. Certainly, preparation is required. But the problem with Singaporeans is that we tend to overdo things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, more can be less, if you get what i mean. One can never prepare enough for anything. We can gain knowledge from reading widely, but by freewill and not applying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the force"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The ability to spell strange sounding words depends on the flair more than technical ability. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Force mugging makes thinking regimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder some people say, the older you are, the steeper your learning curve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just that the "old" is getting younger.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-1921036959346610927?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/1921036959346610927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=1921036959346610927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1921036959346610927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1921036959346610927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/06/bee.html' title='B.e.e'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SETNmOaBToI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5NsCHpJ2kzA/s72-c/spelln-b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-914487509656433128</id><published>2008-06-01T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:02.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CW's Birthday</title><content type='html'>You know, there are many times when a woman can suddenly flare without warning. ESPECIALLY THOSE APPROACHING 50 AND BEYOND. This irrationalistic model is indeed scary.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the topic. We celebrated her birthday with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hours of Monopoly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You cannot belittle children's luck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a 20, 23, up against 13 and 5+ yr olds, the former 2 went bankrupt, with the ultimate winner the birthday girl (60+ k) and the youngest player (40+ k and a whole lot of properties).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you would be amazed at how the ultimte winner went to jail 12 times :D She was on a "blazing" trail~ Whoot! about 4 times to jail was drawn, and the rest decided by the dice. She even helped one of us get inside twice :D yay! Even Mr Monopoly salutes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SEIqm-aBTnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yf-kbQtmguc/s1600-h/mr_monopoly.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206770968269246066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SEIqm-aBTnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yf-kbQtmguc/s320/mr_monopoly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-914487509656433128?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/914487509656433128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=914487509656433128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/914487509656433128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/914487509656433128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/06/cws-birthday.html' title='CW&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SEIqm-aBTnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yf-kbQtmguc/s72-c/mr_monopoly.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-3429719581934484205</id><published>2008-05-31T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:22:58.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD lo...</title><content type='html'>I know ORD is what army guys use. As of 30th May, i m an official graduate! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it boils down to the number of seats i can get for commencement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to snap tt shutters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-3429719581934484205?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/3429719581934484205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=3429719581934484205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3429719581934484205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3429719581934484205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/ord-lo.html' title='ORD lo...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2336707522177042801</id><published>2008-05-29T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swensen's 1 FOR 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SD4bnOaBTmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jnqVq3zUOSE/s1600-h/Swensen_1-for-1_Deal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205628579982954082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SD4bnOaBTmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jnqVq3zUOSE/s320/Swensen_1-for-1_Deal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This may have come &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A LITTLE LATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, with just one more day to go. Haha..But well, din occur to my mind till today. SINGAPORE OK, dun try to be funny. Just save the picture and show it to them. You need to present the e-coupon to get the offer =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it sounds like a good after work chill out on friday..30th June.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2336707522177042801?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2336707522177042801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2336707522177042801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2336707522177042801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2336707522177042801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/swensens-1-for-1.html' title='Swensen&apos;s 1 FOR 1'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SD4bnOaBTmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jnqVq3zUOSE/s72-c/Swensen_1-for-1_Deal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2163268695333810976</id><published>2008-05-25T12:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:59:58.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The age of complacency</title><content type='html'>It is often said that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; students have far lackluster performance when compared to their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; counterparts during interviews. Of course, let's put aside the creme de crop, because, afterall, the stakes are higher when it comes to the average masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"DO NOT REST ON YOUR LAURELS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;the career advisors from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NTU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; students are praised for their humility and sincerity. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; students rise above for their &lt;em&gt;soft&lt;/em&gt; skills, which are highly demanded in commerical jobs such as banking, and are deemed more confident, eloquent etc. Word has it that the institution also has a strong and foresightful career advisory fort, enabling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; students to secure jobs at least 1 month after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to offer? A longstanding tradition on education based on solid theory based foundation. Good ground work, but is that adequate? Employers have commented that NUS students appear arrogant, and tactless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the longest serving Tertiary institution. Stoic foundation it seems, is her strength as well as her biggest weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes more than sheer rote learned knowledge to thrive in the workplace. Attitude, Branding, Confidence and a wholesome packaging to tell the world what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; students have to offer, is equally important. After 4 years in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i reckon that the institution has still not caught up with that notion. Either that, or that change is slow to capture the bosses out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Here's a look at some statistics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shell Petroleum Company&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: As of April 2008, &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NTU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; students (chemical engineering) have been gainfully employed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUS&lt;/span&gt;: 0&lt;/strong&gt;. That's a snub at the old cow, given that &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NTU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is only at it's pioneer batch of chemical graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the newspapers. Aggressive branding by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NTU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, front page advertisement, with the limelight stealing title:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NTU&lt;/span&gt;, where the talents are".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly see such creative and bold approaches from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Our tactic, comparatively, is conversative and modest. Now, what about being complacent? There is hardly any surprise to see that students are "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a chip off the old block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i think more can be done by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and not forgetting, the students. First, the mindset and the whole focus of the curriculum structure has to change. Students shouldn't be made to &lt;em&gt;overlearn&lt;/em&gt;. Also, being "&lt;em&gt;well-known&lt;/em&gt;" is really not a reason for us to be rooted in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on. And do it fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2163268695333810976?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2163268695333810976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2163268695333810976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2163268695333810976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2163268695333810976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/age-of-complacency.html' title='The age of complacency'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-1194359394295350337</id><published>2008-05-21T10:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:35:46.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Being unafraid of failure is one of the most important qualities of a champion".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i find this spirit to be hugely lacking in Asian context, where pride, egoism, "what if" and "I can never be wrong" thinking is seen as far more important than accepting not-so-favorable reviews in grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the older a person, the more this is true. And thus the reluctance to try new things, for the fear of failure. It's a pity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for me, I am still learning the philosophy behind the message. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-1194359394295350337?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/1194359394295350337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=1194359394295350337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1194359394295350337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1194359394295350337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-unafraid-of-failure-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2512572169861341529</id><published>2008-05-18T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:55:59.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifts.</title><content type='html'>Yes, let's talk about lifts today. Our amazing invention which has allowed many to live high high up (in our homes) without having to sweat and pant all the way up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when is it that the lift will not be used?&lt;br /&gt;(a) When it breaks down (duhz).&lt;br /&gt;(b) When it becomes a sewage corner.&lt;br /&gt;(c) By acts of inconsiderate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to come across lifts that were due to (b) and for Mr Soh, both (b) and (c).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scenario (c):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Soh waited for a long while for the lift. But it was constantly at the 4th floor. There weren't signs of work nor neighbour moving house. Puzzled and irritated (you most probably would feel that way), he climbed to the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 malays "hogging" the lift. One stood in the lift, the other stood by the door, happily chatting away. Perhaps their sense of urgency differs from the mass public huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soh looked at them, they looked back. Either they are in total oblivion to their inconsideration, or they just carry out their daily lives in such unbashness and audacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;That being said, let me present to you 2 course of actions.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(i) Keep staring, or tell them about their inconsideration, but risk getting a non-amiable response, e.g. argument or a fight, especially since they are non-chalent and think that they have every right to do what they deem fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(ii) Pretend that you saw a pair of retards, and walk away. Then help "spread" the word about the 2 &lt;em&gt;model&lt;/em&gt; citizens to everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older generation would advise you to practice (ii). In chinese, they call it 明哲保身. In today's society, this may be termed cowardice. Which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, probably i will say something, provided i know them well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario (b):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownish polka dot designs splatter outside the lift landing, within the lift, and on the floor, with a pungent smell perpetuating the every corner of the void deck. You might think that it was a dog. But apparently not. The amazing thing was that the 2 lifts which were &lt;em&gt;decorated&lt;/em&gt; were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;FAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; apart from each other, like stand alone lifts in the same block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You get my idea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that person buay tahan and decided to share his/her agony with everyone else in the same block. But I thought that maybe the &lt;em&gt;artist&lt;/em&gt; could have chosen a healthier spot to shit, say the bushes if it was really really really unbearable. At least the plants could have some nutrients...Pity the cleaner, residents who bore the brunt of his/her act. But then again, such things are hard to say. Perhaps a CCTV could tell the story better- whether to emphatize or shame the person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2512572169861341529?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2512572169861341529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2512572169861341529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2512572169861341529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2512572169861341529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifts.html' title='Lifts.'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7643217358296613800</id><published>2008-05-17T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:02.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer rebirth part II</title><content type='html'>As one can see, my blog titles do not make much sense. So, i do not like to include titles. This is in total agreement with my life philosophy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i reformatted my computer, I feel less inclined to install adobe photoshop, pisca and the likes. Here's why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It seems that i am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;BIG JINX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to phones. My first not-so-backward phone, Sony Erission T630 slipped into a coma and short circuited when i dropped it into a puddle of water. My current phone, same brand, model W850i started to reject incoming calls and kept hanging itself after i used it to listen to radio one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL DONE DUDES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, no photos, no talk. Simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz. 1 less leisure activity- taking candid photos of people caught in the midst of their spastic acts :( Till october perhaps, when my contract ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SC3E7GTBtiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A4n8JnEmmIU/s1600-h/rip_small.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201029664264533538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SC3E7GTBtiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A4n8JnEmmIU/s320/rip_small.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7643217358296613800?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7643217358296613800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7643217358296613800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7643217358296613800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7643217358296613800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/computer-rebirth-part-ii.html' title='Computer rebirth part II'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SC3E7GTBtiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A4n8JnEmmIU/s72-c/rip_small.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4969241025700670399</id><published>2008-05-14T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:32:35.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reformatted my C drive after such a long procrastinaton. And huala~ My cd writer is working like before! Guess i spoilt it by tweaking with my registry the previous time. All thanks to the recycle virus. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, when i tried blogging, i realized i changed quite a few options just to get to this page. Er...hope i did not overdo it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i m currently trying to triumph over my cough n running nose n get rid of the phlegm which builds up faster than rabbits multiplying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;Ironman&lt;/em&gt; this evening. CGI was chic. Action was good. Heehee...but i still love my Bumblebee from Autobots (Or auto&lt;em&gt;butts&lt;/em&gt;, as cousin yao calls it =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several good movies coming up. Wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Get Smart.. &lt;/em&gt;and this.. and that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's getting a little loony nowadays, trying to seek attention as though she was a growing baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes in my house is building up, as high as mount everest. And, the stuff in my house also doesn't obey the conversation of mass. Only new things come in, seldom are the older ones thrown out. I have a very bad maths problem here. Haiz... can any budding scientist help me out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4969241025700670399?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4969241025700670399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4969241025700670399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4969241025700670399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4969241025700670399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/reformatted-my-c-drive-after-such-long.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-3326565249900469937</id><published>2008-05-10T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:03.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 25th to Mr Soh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCaRjmTBteI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-9kW0Jooqf8/s1600-h/DSC01367e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199002860607616482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCaRjmTBteI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-9kW0Jooqf8/s320/DSC01367e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Ichiban Boshi. Great World City-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCaRj2TBtfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K1Y2_BY4n9w/s1600-h/DSC01375e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199002864902583794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCaRj2TBtfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K1Y2_BY4n9w/s320/DSC01375e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;^-Sashimi-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCaRj2TBtgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HE1VRwZmEjU/s1600-h/DSC01376e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199002864902583810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCaRj2TBtgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HE1VRwZmEjU/s320/DSC01376e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-ThE oLd CoUpLe-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCaRkGTBthI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ONcu0NQeOiM/s1600-h/stichedee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199002869197551122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCaRkGTBthI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ONcu0NQeOiM/s320/stichedee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCR1FsXMYrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QuA1qT6yB0w/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I reckon that the previous picture looked too hideous. So i replaced them :D]&lt;br /&gt;The title says it all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.Porridge.Chinatown-.Made Of Honor-.Boshi.-.Sashimi.-Crumpler.The Salary Sacrifice-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE HAD&lt;/em&gt; an enjoyable day Together! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-3326565249900469937?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/3326565249900469937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=3326565249900469937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3326565249900469937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3326565249900469937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-25th-to-mr-soh.html' title='Happy 25th to Mr Soh!'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SCaRjmTBteI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-9kW0Jooqf8/s72-c/DSC01367e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-3454490503439685188</id><published>2008-05-09T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:55:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, someone wrote to the newspaper to complain about salesgirl speaking to her in Mandarin and lamented how "unprofessional" it is. Then, to cover her backside, she said it wasn't because mandarin is inferior, but she &lt;em&gt;feels&lt;/em&gt; that customers like her and &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; else, who doesn't know a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;, should be served in English&lt;em&gt;. Excuse me, i beg your pardon&lt;/em&gt;. I do not see how "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unpro&lt;/span&gt;" it is to converse in Mandarin. In my humblest opinion, i think that it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to converse in mainstream languages apart from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. There may be people who do not understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;, just as there are people who do not understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;, for that matter. If i were her, i would simply express my preference for speaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. If she was so affected, she could probably consider migration than make a ruckus out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i think it is a pity that as an ethnic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;, you know nuts about your own language, and chooses to condemn it. I relish the chance to understand more about my roots, culture. It gives me more meaning to my existence as one, and allows me to share my experiences with people from all walks of life =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-3454490503439685188?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/3454490503439685188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=3454490503439685188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3454490503439685188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3454490503439685188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-someone-wrote-to-newspaper-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7026681425696964152</id><published>2008-05-05T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:13:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seatbelts in Minibuses...</title><content type='html'>"Minibus collision results in 1 fatality and serious injuries.."&lt;br /&gt;"Minibus collision causes bone fracture.."&lt;br /&gt;"LTA to implement laws.."&lt;br /&gt;"Why were seatbelts not made mandatory?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unfortunate, however, crying foul will only add to the misery the parents of the victims..Let us focus more on what's necessary, then act on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, by incorporating all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inanimate&lt;/span&gt; means = ensure the same desirable end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7026681425696964152?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7026681425696964152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7026681425696964152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7026681425696964152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7026681425696964152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/seatbelts-in-minibuses.html' title='Seatbelts in Minibuses...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-678883833724291309</id><published>2008-05-05T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a poet. He had wisdom, fortunes, looks, fame... He wrote beautiful poems, ever so mesmerizing that makes many in awe of his success. One day, an angel bestowed upon him the most beautiful and virtuous wife. Another day, the angel returned. Not satisfied, the poet asked for more to make his life even more beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel obliged, by taking away all the things he had- His wife, his wisdom, his everything... 2 weeks after, the angel came back and saw the devastated poet. This time however, she returned him all that he once possessed. Another 2 weeks lapsed and the angel visited the poet again. This time, he was extremely thankful for all the things in his life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Our happiness is more often than not, already in our possession. Learn to cherish, and life will be a gift...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes..Life is to be appreciated. Which is why, after 4 GOOD MONTHS of hard work &amp;amp; countless sleepless nights, I cannot help but show everyone our group's fruit of labour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SB8rLq5XcGI/AAAAAAAAAII/GDvdO0iESE4/s1600-h/DSC01969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SB8rLq5XcGI/AAAAAAAAAII/GDvdO0iESE4/s320/DSC01969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196919974502297698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SB8rL65XcHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HRGyp6z3VKo/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SB8rL65XcHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HRGyp6z3VKo/s320/DSC01974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196919978797265010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SB8rLa5XcFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ljAZMuPX23U/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SB8rLa5XcFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ljAZMuPX23U/s320/DSC01973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196919970207330386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SB8rLK5XcEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eEmA7AkvNLU/s1600-h/DSC01972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SB8rLK5XcEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eEmA7AkvNLU/s320/DSC01972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196919965912363074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our precious &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyebags&lt;/span&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/10282061-678883833724291309?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/678883833724291309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=678883833724291309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/678883833724291309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/678883833724291309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-upon-time-there-was-poet.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SB8rLq5XcGI/AAAAAAAAAII/GDvdO0iESE4/s72-c/DSC01969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-995499962655826850</id><published>2008-05-01T23:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:05.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stingy couple'/><title type='text'>One day after my last undergrad paper =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, I have come to an end after &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; years of hard core theory and rote learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should i be happy, or sad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, while i was studying, i came across some vandalism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vandalism is bad. But it can be entertaining...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the message scribbled on it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoBTa5XcCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SdOoH7M0xCo/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195466553274363938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoBTa5XcCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SdOoH7M0xCo/s320/DSC01991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Read: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我讨厌读书！！！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我就不一样。我爱死书了！！！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's because you're a FREAK! Ya I agree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess those people got a little wired up somewhere...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And so, i was talking about this pair of &lt;a href="http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/04/yea.html"&gt;stingy couple &lt;/a&gt;who did not want to pay for the parking on saturday right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, Saturday parking is free after 12 pm (i think) in the past. Either that, or you come before 8am, and it is free. But ever since the school decided to outsource the parking system, the parking fees went outrageously high (or rather, people had to start paying). So it was, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;fine Saturday&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.15 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when the hungry couple decided to call their hell training a day. When they discovered... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoBSq5Xb_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Jl-fqVOUb6I/s1600-h/DSC01957e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195466540389462002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoBSq5Xb_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Jl-fqVOUb6I/s320/DSC01957e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed they were, gloating at us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoBSq5XcAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/93kTmjhXhms/s1600-h/DSC01965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195466540389462018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoBSq5XcAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/93kTmjhXhms/s320/DSC01965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The school is very smelly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoCkq5XcDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0B5tTOXLzjc/s1600-h/DSC01942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195467949138735154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoCkq5XcDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0B5tTOXLzjc/s320/DSC01942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you guess what i was thinking? Heehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoBTK5XcBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q9aDrerFq2Y/s1600-h/DSC01960e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195466548979396626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoBTK5XcBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q9aDrerFq2Y/s320/DSC01960e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yupz. That's how bored we were during the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the gantries finally lifted their lofty head at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.45 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the extent people would go to save $2+ and beat the inflation while still jobless!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-995499962655826850?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/995499962655826850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=995499962655826850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/995499962655826850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/995499962655826850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-day-after-my-last-undergrad-paper.html' title='One day after my last undergrad paper =)'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SBoBTa5XcCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SdOoH7M0xCo/s72-c/DSC01991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4656201636639763910</id><published>2008-04-22T00:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:05.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cannot tahan anymore. Each day, i get new ideas on what to write on my blog. Each other day, i put it off with exams as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, i was thinking about schools last time and schools now. For what apparent purpose, it appears as elusive as it first came about. Sianz, another idea lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was probably about how strict the rules were that my friend got called for "tea" session at the principal's office after she was unfortunately caught red-handed for reading Sidney- Shelton during Biology class. Ah ha ha. Kinda easy to be caught i think. Because we were sitting at the last row, just&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to the classroom exit. Oh, to add another irony, i was one of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;shortest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in class. Yet i was sitted all the way to the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarks: Yay! i rememebered what i wanted to say!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the lift with my father one day, he gave me that look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SAzHy-kNuoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uXOw5Rar-74/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191744149053618818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SAzHy-kNuoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uXOw5Rar-74/s320/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In exchange for raised eyebrows from the stranger in the same lift as us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he reciprocated with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SAzJAukNupI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bF_gFEIGT1w/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191745484788447890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SAzJAukNupI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bF_gFEIGT1w/s320/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kudos. To anyone who can act &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; eccentric in front of people we don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4656201636639763910?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4656201636639763910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4656201636639763910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4656201636639763910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4656201636639763910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/04/cannot-tahan-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/SAzHy-kNuoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uXOw5Rar-74/s72-c/DSC01109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6714842897352837407</id><published>2008-04-18T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:17:56.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stingy couple'/><title type='text'>Yea!</title><content type='html'>It's finally..a chapter closed. =) (Pictures later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one day to chill out with some good food before i start to study again. So many days of late and sleepless nights, that i am starting to delude myself that, perhaps i live at the other side of the globe. (where day== nite &amp;amp;&amp;amp; nite ==day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;1. Some people just dunno how to use/ flush the toilet huh. Either i see a toilet bowl chocked full of toilet paper, or i see the toilet bowl complaining to me..Haiz, is it very hard to cultivate that little toilet etiquette? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next time they become toilet bowl then they know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Religious touting. A couple of days ago, there was this forum reader who commented about people sharing their beliefs and likened it to religious touting. Yes and No. Coincidentally, the day before the article, i had a similar encounter too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The National University of S'pore has become my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hangout spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now good friends with mosquitoes and ants.&lt;br /&gt;My money is leaving me~ It doesn't love me anymore~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer the time you spend out of your home, the bigger the hole in your wallet. There is the story of this pair of stingy couple who refused to pay for the carpark parking as there would be this time on saturday when you get free parking after a certain time. See what they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6714842897352837407?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6714842897352837407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6714842897352837407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6714842897352837407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6714842897352837407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/04/yea.html' title='Yea!'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8056064486232087518</id><published>2008-04-14T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:37:55.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently quite tired from all the projects and presentations. What makes things worse are dampening comments, but take comfort in the fact that I am not alone and the end could be near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see coconut trees shaking in the wind..They are celebrating in advance!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8056064486232087518?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8056064486232087518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8056064486232087518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8056064486232087518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8056064486232087518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/04/currently-quite-tired-from-all-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-964667065471329495</id><published>2008-04-11T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Backyard Syndrome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Microsoft ppt template + image from internet + crap ideas &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_97Fmcma4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/SagfBAJRVME/s1600-h/NIMBY1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188000631904168834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_97Fmcma4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/SagfBAJRVME/s320/NIMBY1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_97Fmcma5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bocJm90Wfvc/s1600-h/NIMBY2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188000631904168850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_97Fmcma5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bocJm90Wfvc/s320/NIMBY2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still thinking of what to write to make it sound more practical. Oh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is Engineering Professionalism man~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out u go! Out u go! (Kick kick kick)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I rather they ask me to run &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;100 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around NUS (Not all at once of course)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-964667065471329495?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/964667065471329495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=964667065471329495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/964667065471329495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/964667065471329495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-my-backyard-syndrome.html' title='Not My Backyard Syndrome...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_97Fmcma4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/SagfBAJRVME/s72-c/NIMBY1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-702460809469455367</id><published>2008-04-06T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weather...</title><content type='html'>These few days, the weather is going ding ding dong dong such that I think even it is not sure of its direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i stay up to do some reading, I am feeling sticky and yucky =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, 2 days back, Mr. Soh and I met up with a thunderstorm (can i say that?) on the way to vivocity, something which i have not seen for a very long time... Fountains were spewing from expressways, and the car was skiiing along some stretch of road..Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my lok-kok camera phone, i managed to catpure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_e8w2E2p3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/DDTsObuQHz0/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185821043276031858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_e8w2E2p3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/DDTsObuQHz0/s320/DSC01921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Er..Not very convincing eh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, i must stress that the rain was so heavy that even i got SCARED at some point in time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So now how? So hot how to think about hazops? Zzzz..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-702460809469455367?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/702460809469455367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=702460809469455367' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/702460809469455367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/702460809469455367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-weather.html' title='Crazy Weather...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_e8w2E2p3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/DDTsObuQHz0/s72-c/DSC01921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-3091720129761773913</id><published>2008-04-03T02:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:06.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early in the morning..3 o'clock =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 a.m. in the morning. Other than pigging like a dead log at this ungodly hour, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;what else can you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_PYxmE2p2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/S0cxhp-RkAg/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184725942579668834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_PYxmE2p2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/S0cxhp-RkAg/s320/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_PYFWE2p1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bBMhHcPu-Bw/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184725182370457426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_PYFWE2p1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bBMhHcPu-Bw/s320/DSC01915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_PXO2E2p0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sxTA0wmHTx8/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184724246067586882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_PXO2E2p0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sxTA0wmHTx8/s320/DSC01917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right. Enjoy the sea breeze in school while you get your report ready by tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Mr. Soh asks me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Do you know when the coldest hour is?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soh.: "4 to 5 a.m"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are you trying to tell me i will get to experience that as well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I thought that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. The thrill of slugging at your instutition instead of being in the arms of home comfort. Not to forget getting delirious and blogging when you are supposed to be studying. And hearing the trickling water in the toilet bowl amidst the dead silence...Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss tonight's stay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-3091720129761773913?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/3091720129761773913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=3091720129761773913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3091720129761773913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3091720129761773913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/04/early-in-morning3-oclock.html' title='Early in the morning..3 o&apos;clock =)'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R_PYxmE2p2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/S0cxhp-RkAg/s72-c/DSC01913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-9156668820386710998</id><published>2008-03-28T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:26:07.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.T.&lt;br /&gt;.i.&lt;br /&gt;.r.&lt;br /&gt;.e.&lt;br /&gt;.d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-9156668820386710998?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/9156668820386710998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=9156668820386710998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/9156668820386710998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/9156668820386710998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-5641610422432413184</id><published>2008-03-22T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:36:29.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>变态的世界</title><content type='html'>Allow me to say a few heartfelt words before i embarked on my endless workload and lose track of time once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, people do things without much thoughts. Talk about "nuturing" leaders in the ever changing environment for example. Uniform groups pride themsevles on having to instill discipline into students. However, certain stance adopted by them makes one see no value in them. Talk about progressive society. The student leaders are left to develop their club in the ways they endeavour, with as much freedom as the teacher gives, by the way of his/her absence from group activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to know how incessent rantings for example, or picking coconut husks and twigs time and time again enables one to mature and instill a sense of responsibility and discipline into himself. Dictatorsip or Leadership? Schools ought to reflect on that. Having an all rounded education does not entail sucking up every min and sec of a student's time. It means giving one space to explore and develop. I inclined to think that we are being led around the nose by educators who are indifferent to static learning. Alas, what can be done? Complain to the school, and you may have repercussions. Perhaps, it will take a big lesson for these people to reckon what is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for me, I have been having some serious thoughts about the mental state of mind of my Eng. Professionalism tutor. Seriously, whatever is written is forever too negative for him. Is he geninue-ly disinterested, or critising for e sake of being different? And i have a strong feeling that he is trying to hoodwink the class! Argh.. Whatever is going to happen to my report.. I ask you la, where got people say "Politicians cannot display "Not-in-My-Backyard Syndrome" because they cannot afford to do that???" How to find such an example in a 1 in a 1'000 000 odds?! Am i still doing a topic on NIMBY??? Siao Ah! I seriously wonder who is out of point man...Anyway, i think that tutor is too self opinionated to be a tutor for a module that requires reasoning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about the nonsense so far. I am amazed to learn that cousin YW wakes up on his own to watch cartoon every Sunday! Goodness me..I don't even think i can do that, much as i enjoy my Doremon...ah ha ha ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-5641610422432413184?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/5641610422432413184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=5641610422432413184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5641610422432413184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/5641610422432413184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_22.html' title='变态的世界'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6489805537518626374</id><published>2008-03-11T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:52:07.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stress is getting on me~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hard pressed for time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP, presentation, tests, tutorials, jobs AGAIN..argh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a viscous cycle huh? Irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6489805537518626374?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6489805537518626374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6489805537518626374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6489805537518626374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6489805537518626374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/03/stress-is-getting-on-me-kinda-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-324958644469733604</id><published>2008-03-02T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:12:37.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>超级变变变</title><content type='html'>You know, i just finished watching this 特写show. The series being aired is "过半世纪".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was...a few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now the 5th of March (6th to be exact). I have something to announce. To date, i have redone my poster TEN TIMES, wasted &gt;36 hours of my precious life and delayed many more important things...ARGH... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me briefly tell you what happened during each meeting with my prof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First meet: Your poster's...Too wordy, too technical, no graphics...Bla blabla...blablablabla...(I felt glad there was no negative marking for tt...)&lt;br /&gt;So i redid a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second meet:...&lt;br /&gt;ANd this was followed with a third meet and 5 emails altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好过瘾啊！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-324958644469733604?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/324958644469733604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=324958644469733604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/324958644469733604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/324958644469733604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='超级变变变'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2232091275777396778</id><published>2008-02-28T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:07.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, looking at job application forms make my eyesight go haywire. Procrastination after procrastination. That's the problem. Sometimes, i wonder why i should be putting so much thoughts. Am i over-doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's besides the point. Saw wenfang's blog and discover something v interesting. Let me introduce to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANKUN (阿笨) and JAMES (阿占)..Hohohooho...the former is a very famous chimpanzee in Japan while james is his companion bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8bnWIeONDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/02eDO4D6NfA/s1600-h/pankun3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172075589498975282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8bnWIeONDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/02eDO4D6NfA/s320/pankun3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Source: h&lt;a href="http://creativecreativity.typepad.com/photos/monkey/pankun3.jpg"&gt;ttp://creativecreativity.typepad.com/photos/monkey/pankun3.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pankun and James are often challenged to human tasks. Since they are different from humans, you can expect a different set of reflex that often bring about twists and turns which makes me laugh till my stomach cramps. But sometimes, the story can get very touching...Boohoo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some clips:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The funny~&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7nNaUAWe44"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7nNaUAWe44" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;another one: Budding waitress: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g92OP9c0ir8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g92OP9c0ir8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yet another video:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLLKyYJUojc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLLKyYJUojc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And another...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l4HUm86LPcE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l4HUm86LPcE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The touching....(comes in 3 parts)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_V8ILBUJlU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_V8ILBUJlU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqxalX7KCR8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqxalX7KCR8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGQecjpjeiE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGQecjpjeiE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And...the ultimate..I thought i laughed the most for this one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oJIL6E8Ckc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oJIL6E8Ckc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually that's not the end of the list. Can find more on youtube =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2232091275777396778?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2232091275777396778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2232091275777396778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2232091275777396778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2232091275777396778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-know-looking-at-job-application.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8bnWIeONDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/02eDO4D6NfA/s72-c/pankun3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-9082426688921764819</id><published>2008-02-28T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T02:03:41.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about addiction. The good old chinese saying has it all "吃喝嫖赌", 假如你样样精通, good luck to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backside cui told me she was addicted to reading blogs. O.o EH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to a food and sleep. But i am also fickle minded. My list of favourite food can stay for very long, after which, they will become my most phobic food. Hohoho... Donuts and honey milk tea was once an addiction. Yong Tau Fu is still my beloved =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being mischevious to get the various constipated look out of people, especially people who try to hard to act serious. Come on, life does not extend infinitely. Does it hurt to give that spastic smile or whacky facial expression once in a while? Well, at the end of the day, i wonder it that's an addictive behaviour, or simply some psychotic personality disorder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeks enjoy having their eyes glued to what an average person considers to be dull.&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are famous for being overly obdient.&lt;br /&gt;Can one get hooked to something simply by doing it repeatedly? Or is addiction controlled psychologically? Ai ya, i am doing what people call slippery slope. I shall just stop here. The sleepy bugs have probably infested my brain, which is not that properly utilized to even begin with.  So long~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-9082426688921764819?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/9082426688921764819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=9082426688921764819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/9082426688921764819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/9082426688921764819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/02/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2021693967658942085</id><published>2008-02-25T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:07.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hao ren nan zhuo ah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What does my title mean? Difficult to be a nice guy lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take recently for example. I promised my aunt that i would bring her to orchard on friday...But then, i forgot that the career fair (it was the last day) was on friday too! Argh...so stupid! In the end, wanted to rush down straight from school once the career fair was over. But then ah..too many booths..In the end, 4PM and i was still in school! Argh..den my aunt called. Then it turned out, i had to fly her aeroplane. Felt kinda bad...because, i could not keep to my promise. BUT, i am having retribution. 3 days after, she is still lamenting about the incident...serves me right eh? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, time for some childhood memories :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, cousin yao and cui came to my grandma's place. As i was looking at my display picture on my msn and talking to jerry, I suddenly realized that my little yao is no longer a little baby boy. He is now a bit bigger, and more worldly wise, though there remains a boy-ish streak in him.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the "You don't let me jump from the table...I shall do it behind your eyes! Heehee!" kinda kiddy mischief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho...Which kinda reminded my naughty tricks when i was his age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having watched "十万个为什么", a cartoon that explains everyday sightings, i was very interested in trying out the concept of "air resistence" by pretending to be a parachutist. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's room was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was to be my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;perfect plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0. Pretend to be &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. Set up my props as the image (Umbrella + mattress)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hide from my grandma. (By lying low on the jump point)&lt;br /&gt;3. Strike the metal while it is hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8LkUIeONBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9N6T1gYtRYg/s1600-h/parachute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170946356697510930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8LkUIeONBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9N6T1gYtRYg/s320/parachute.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wheeeeeee haaa!!! Those were the days....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which reminds me, backside cui seems much better behaved in contrast. So well behaved, quiet and cute! Heehee..if only i had those pictures! BRRRR..shall dig them all out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2021693967658942085?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2021693967658942085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2021693967658942085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2021693967658942085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2021693967658942085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/02/hao-ren-nan-zhuo-ah.html' title='Hao ren nan zhuo ah...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8LkUIeONBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9N6T1gYtRYg/s72-c/parachute.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8200285287485508342</id><published>2008-02-23T22:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:08.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The craze</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to describe that phenomenum. Some people call it retail therapy. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to borders today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND BOUGHT 4 BOOKS for $46 using my borders gift card!!! MUWAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cashier: "Dog lovers?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Soh: "Ya.." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cashier: "I have a shih tzu- terrier"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.o...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST IMAGINE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(shih Tzu)..........................................(Silky Terrier, Australian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8BEPIeOM_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1bSjDqpLRao/s1600-h/Picture+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170207398984299506" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8BEPIeOM_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1bSjDqpLRao/s320/Picture+140.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8A3KoeOM-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/NBwfEXjN7qE/s1600-h/silky_terrier420x_1191991091500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170193028023727074" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="227" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8A3KoeOM-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/NBwfEXjN7qE/s320/silky_terrier420x_1191991091500.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8BEW4eONAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MJlXMHqh2aY/s1600-h/shih+tzu+terrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170207532128285698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8BEW4eONAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MJlXMHqh2aY/s320/shih+tzu+terrier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Shih Tzu Terrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;????????????O.o??????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Source: wiki pedia for silky terrier; Jeremia for shih tzu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Soh: "How old is ur dog?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cashier: "about 10 yrs...Recently, it fell sick..It had heart disease..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cashier: "I guess dogs are like humans huh...hur hur"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O.o O.o...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too bad there were customers behind. If not I would have had a "fruitful talk" with Mr. Cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75% of our books were on dogs... It always feels nervous to shop and buy something...Whether is ur money, or vouchers...The thought of having something NEW and EXCITING doubles the enthrallment =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The books were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Marley &amp;amp; Me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;story between a couple and their Labordor Retriver. Comedy novel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One part of the novel was describing on Marley's (the dog)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escapade from the couple's car while on the way to be neutered. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The female owner managed to catch its tail, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but ended up in a sparstic and funny position, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;making quite a spectacle on a busy street.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Curious Incident of the Dog in..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (I don't know what comes after that cuz my book is deposited in the Soh's safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A story of a dog's murder case from a mentally handicapped person's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;point of view. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER OK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't play play..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Encyclopedia of Dog Breeds"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Costs only $11.95! And contained quite a lot of information!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Simple Genius" (Just like me..Hohohoho)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haven't read it, so don't know what it is about. A thriller though :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8200285287485508342?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8200285287485508342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8200285287485508342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8200285287485508342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8200285287485508342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/02/craze.html' title='The craze'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R8BEPIeOM_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1bSjDqpLRao/s72-c/Picture+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-6618979088815520664</id><published>2008-02-13T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:07:20.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>明天，就是情人节了。&lt;br /&gt;您，是否佳人有约？&lt;br /&gt;为另一半准备了温馨的一餐？&lt;br /&gt;或是非一般的礼物？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情人节也称谓友谊节。&lt;br /&gt;与朋友度过那特别的一晚，&lt;br /&gt;何不为快？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有朋友，&lt;br /&gt;也可以与家人互相祝贺。&lt;br /&gt;“新年快乐！&lt;br /&gt;情人节快乐！&lt;br /&gt;天天happy...HUAT AH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我。。就比较可怜，&lt;br /&gt;有情人又有功课。&lt;br /&gt;情人节就与可恶的讲师度过了。&lt;br /&gt;然后再面对朝笑着自己的功课。&lt;br /&gt;情人也满心功课。&lt;br /&gt;只好先搬进冷宫。&lt;br /&gt;。。。&lt;br /&gt;要是有一盒可爱的甜甜圈，&lt;br /&gt;世界会变得更美好。&lt;br /&gt;多美好阿。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-6618979088815520664?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/6618979088815520664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=6618979088815520664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6618979088815520664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/6618979088815520664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7594890090632692861</id><published>2008-02-08T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:30:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How times flies. 2 days of CNY and I am back on earth. Reality bites...Yiks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7594890090632692861?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7594890090632692861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7594890090632692861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7594890090632692861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7594890090632692861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-times-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-1322499100474762282</id><published>2008-02-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:05:56.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cousin yao, age 6 was playing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I put my leg on your leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with Mr. Soh one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Soh: "Eh yw, wat is this?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yw: "This is my leg"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Soh: "What's your leg's name?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yw: "This one, is right leg...this is left leg..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Soh: "So what's the name of your right leg??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yw: "MY leg..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Soh: "But your legs should also have a name, just as you are called yw. So, what's the name of your leg??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(After 5 mins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin yao, exasperated, walks to me to tell me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(whispers into my ear)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SHIN CHAN KOR KOR IS CRAZY"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SHHH...CANNOT TELL HIM I SAID THAT.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohohohohohoho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-1322499100474762282?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/1322499100474762282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=1322499100474762282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1322499100474762282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1322499100474762282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/02/cousin-yao-age-6-was-playing-i-put-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4980812221926822204</id><published>2008-01-31T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:16:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like to eat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE TO EAT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All types of food except skins (other than fish), fats (UNCHEWABLE!!) and bitter stuff (Except some dark chocolate).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, i am down with a very bad cough now. So..NO chicken, orange, pineapple, curry, biscuits, spicy, sour and CNY goodies...What thou life without good food by your side~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIVE ME BACK MY FREEDOM, YOU DARN VIRUS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time surfing food blogs. The more i browse, the hungrier i feel...Argh...having been on a diet of only fish, plain porridge + soy sauce...for the past...4 days...Sobz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food..Food...Where art thou~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R6HHuiJCZpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1UKrJ_7Y67k/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161626250195920530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R6HHuiJCZpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1UKrJ_7Y67k/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R6HH4SJCZqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qbLWGzxwFxQ/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161626417699645090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R6HH4SJCZqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qbLWGzxwFxQ/s320/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4980812221926822204?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4980812221926822204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4980812221926822204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4980812221926822204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4980812221926822204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-you-like-to-eat.html' title='Do you like to eat?'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/R6HHuiJCZpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1UKrJ_7Y67k/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2579505996908178529</id><published>2008-01-29T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:50:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silver Rule...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT do unto others as you would not have them do unto you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, people like to use "逼不得已", or "I don't have a choice" to cover up for themselves. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you realize, you excute. I think that 99.9% of the time, it is an overused excuse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we will all reap what we sow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2579505996908178529?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2579505996908178529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2579505996908178529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2579505996908178529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2579505996908178529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/01/silver-rule.html' title='The Silver Rule...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7509333436637143774</id><published>2008-01-19T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:39:39.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was supposed to help my sis' fren out in Maths. Kinda funny and a lil' surprised. I WAS a lil' late...Hahaha...'She' was too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the 'she' turned out to be 'they'...which i only knew on the day itself O.o..Think my sis' fren told me another one was joining also, but i coveniently assumed it to be my sister..hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew i would be late, so i enlisted Miss Jeremia's help, to 迎接my guests...But, that turned out to be a mis-comm..and our poor Jeremia ended up waiting for about...er...more than 30 mins...at the desginated bus stop. SOOOOO TOUCHED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, he told me his phone was dying...And it did! Just as my guests reached their destination...Oh great! None knew who the other was, (partly my fault, i showed Jeremia to my sis' fren in FULL make up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear guests went around asking people if their name was Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught one of their conversation when they called me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fren: "How does your fren look like?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Er..He is big and chunky...Very obvious..Speaks with a slength.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fren: "Ok, i see 2 people here...1 dark and 1 chinese.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Oh, maybe is the chinese...You could ask him if he is Jerry??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hears "are you jerry?" in the background. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fren: "No leh, he is not Jerry..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Then you wait for me to come n pick u guys..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, i found Jeremia's original photo and mmsed her. But little did i know that the  "Are you jerry?" game went on for a few times. While strangers smiled, they must be laughing their heads out deep beneath that smile! While my intelligient fren located Jeremia AT LONG LAST, he was late for his meeting, and i feel terribly sorry about that...Heeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz. In the end, whole session took 2 hours plus, and plus a lil' help from Mr. Soh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7509333436637143774?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7509333436637143774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7509333436637143774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7509333436637143774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7509333436637143774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/01/was-supposed-to-help-my-sis-fren-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-4925255105919007435</id><published>2008-01-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:24:32.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last semester of mugging...</title><content type='html'>This semester, marks the last semester of my formal education. Nonetheless, learning continues. Just when i have some time, probably i should write down some 感言(is that the right word?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Dogs sometimes make better soulmates than humans do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt this so strongly previously. Perhaps some eye opener for a sheltered student. Over the years, I make good friends. People whom you would consider neighbourhood. My class had been a good experience, which i don't think i can really meet once i go out to work. And of course, some funny friends. Needless to say, some disappeared without a trace...It's a pity...遗憾啊... Lost is the value in the frenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Eyebags.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too xiong for me le. I just told my fren, "i think i am in the wrong course. But i am taking 4 years to realize that". A pity that i did not do myself justice, for all the wrong turns i made. But who learns without failing? A pity again, that society does not tolerate failures. Jia you ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Nonchalence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fathom that being indifferent could make life easier. But is that what i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. Mistresses.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee...this is crap. Something similar to friends. Except that i realize i connect with my girlfrens (some) in a different way, as the heading suggest. For that matter, Mr. Soh is nicknamed my "smokescreen". Sounds childish? What's life without a little spice? Alas, some come and go. Kinda sad huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. K box.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influenced by Mr. Flealix, i started to go K after we were in the same IA company. I used to think that k-box was a dark and naughty place! But nowadays, he is refusing to sing duets with me. Think is because i am not a guy...Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;6. Lecturers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nicknames for most lecturers that taught me. Unforgetable is 爷爷,  a amiable grandpa with a senile yet friendly outlook, 眼屎教授,  罚先生, both whom are equally terrifying, 杨爸爸...and a whole host of PhDs i met during my project. Hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. All other nonsense i learnt throughout the course. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone said, perhaps what's impt is ur Safety, Health and Environment. 5% of everything. Thanks. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-4925255105919007435?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/4925255105919007435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=4925255105919007435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4925255105919007435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/4925255105919007435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-semester-of-mugging.html' title='Last semester of mugging...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7901867540620316805</id><published>2008-01-06T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:29:22.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of the time, i will write what i want, and then think of a title for my entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently drinking some funny (yucky) vegetable "soup" and listening to "Home" by Michael Buble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me go home oooooooooooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too far, from where u are...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come homeeeeeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the telecom uncle came to our house. Heehee, i could say that my house was a little messy (that's an understatement), and i felt kinda paisei. I happened to be killing pigs in maple story and picking up pig heads when i realized uncle is a Malay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't the main point anyway. I just tot that uncle was quite fun. I tried to remove some things which i tot blocked his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No need la..No need...No need...can reach can..ahhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle u want some water?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can also la. Never drink, also very thirsty ah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz yupz, and he fixed our noisy phone lines. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some grouses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting really sick of taking public transport. I find that the incidence of having &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;minutes waits are increasing. Arghh...And many a times, i am carrying quite a lot of things (Just like an auntie...sigh)...Eh...All these with fare hikes?! Very irritating you know...zzz...Defnitely hope they do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;First week of school as a sec 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and My cousin is sick! Kudos to her secondary school. If given a chance, i would NEVER wanna go back to secondary school in present time. It's...you know, kinda gruelling. Gone were the days where you bum out of school at 1 o'clock straight on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;out of 5 days. Her schooling hours end at 2 plus, 3 plus, on normal days and 6 on Friday. Back then (about 7 years), my only late day was on Tuesday...My poor baby...Boo Hoo...And wednesday was usually earlier than 1, and I would go home for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really wonder, if all the measures taken up by schools are necessary. With the cat and dog race going on so young in life, things are getting more draggy and tedious. Is our education system having a face lift, or are the changes intensifying the race under disguise of a more flexible curriculum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. This is only the first week. Students are not slaves. They got to have time for themselves. Not just moulded to get the A's the schools need for their awards. Driving them too hard may just backfire. But then again, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's different?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the reduced curriculum, are there still so many things to teach?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7901867540620316805?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7901867540620316805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7901867540620316805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7901867540620316805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7901867540620316805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2008/01/most-of-time-i-will-write-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-3537259018692186726</id><published>2007-12-31T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:28:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Resolution In anticipation of a NEW BZ YEAR</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder if the life of a process engineer is as such. Trapped within an infinite race against time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a..aigh..."bed of thorny roses"... But at the very least, i had a few hours off to rebond my hair, and finished reading "Tuesdays with morries" during that span. Yea, and a few days spent with my cute cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yr, Santa sped past my house cuz i had no time at hang a sock by the window. Sobz. That reminds me of a story, perhaps heard by many through my mouth. But nonetheless, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cousin cui told cousin yao that santa existed, and that santa was ME!! So, she told him to write a letter to santa to request for christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin yao verified that santa existed (without telling me what cui told him), and proceeded to ask me to write for him his christmas wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" X Dear santa, may i have a helicopter with remote control for christmas?&lt;br /&gt;                     X Can i have an aeroplane for christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tick) Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt; (tick) May i have TWO helicopters, one red, one blue, 2 remote controls to fight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the back of the envelope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For Yao.&lt;br /&gt;Press button number 6 when you enter the lift".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, Santa did not have enough budget to get him 2 copters, considering that he was already give ONE for his birthday. Santa bought him PEPE instead, a toy dog. Needless to say, cousin Yao confronted santa, and took a day to accept PEPE into his life...Hohoho...Merry Belated Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my new resolution for the new year? It's to hope for a more peaceful bz year ahead. Hey! That's an oxymoron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-3537259018692186726?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/3537259018692186726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=3537259018692186726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3537259018692186726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/3537259018692186726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-resolution-in-anticipation-of-new.html' title='A new Resolution In anticipation of a NEW BZ YEAR'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-1374141875964540031</id><published>2007-12-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:24:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See see...</title><content type='html'>See my mood. Today got a bit of feel for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine, that this is how i end my school semester. Busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I didn't realize the stress level was SOOOOOOOOO high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much funny happening these days, except for FYP, and some bickering with the PhDs in my lab and my mentor, Mr. football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, i get more insights abt Mr. Football. Not as detestable as i found him last time, and quite nice person. This is SOOOO crappy! Impressions can actually change SO MUCH within such a short time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna...&lt;br /&gt;(1) Donut&lt;br /&gt;(2) Sing KTV&lt;br /&gt;(3) Get gift for my fren&lt;br /&gt;(4) Eat out with Lim Peh (With design grp)&lt;br /&gt;(5) Bash ppe up&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(100) Get it OVER AND DONE WITH (with my FYP report)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-1374141875964540031?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/1374141875964540031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=1374141875964540031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1374141875964540031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1374141875964540031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2007/12/see-see.html' title='See see...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-2831519071540823616</id><published>2007-11-04T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:15:04.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>猜猜看</title><content type='html'>有个老头子&lt;br /&gt;头上长胡子&lt;br /&gt;脱下绿袍子&lt;br /&gt;满身是珠子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;猜一种植物&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;A: 玉米&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-2831519071540823616?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/2831519071540823616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=2831519071540823616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2831519071540823616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/2831519071540823616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='猜猜看'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-8917678838472039929</id><published>2007-10-27T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:23:44.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs and Interviews</title><content type='html'>Enough of rubbish school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is FRIDAY. Time for some break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when the end is near- The end towards graduation, which is not exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; near, since there's still a good half a year to go...People are already looking for jobs, sending resumes, going for interviews and what have you. As for myself, I am as happy as a cranky student. Maybe i should start planning? Heeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across some atypical job interview questions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; asked by Google (Dunno how true tt is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"You are shrunk to the height of a nickel and your mass is proportionally reduced so as to maintain your original density. You are then thrown into an empty glass blender. The blades will start moving in 60 seconds. What do you do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Imagine you have a closet full of shirts. It’s very hard to find a shirt. So what can you do to organize your shirts for easy retrieval?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am particularly amused by some questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Four people need to cross a rickety rope bridge to get back to their camp at night. Unfortunately, they only have one flashlight and it only has enough light left for seventeen minutes. The bridge is too dangerous to cross without a flashlight, and it�s only strong enough to support two people at any given time. Each of the campers walks at a different speed. One can cross the bridge in 1 minute, another in 2 minutes, the third in 5 minutes, and the slow poke takes 10 minutes to cross. How do the campers make it across in 17 minutes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You have five pirates, ranked from 5 to 1 in descending order. The top pirate has the right to propose how 100 gold coins should be divided among them. But the others get to vote on his plan, and if fewer than half agree with him, he gets killed. How should he allocate the gold in order to maximize his share but live to enjoy it? (Hint: One pirate ends up with 98 percent of the gold.)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeheee...Kinda reminds me of primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for a company to be that out of the box?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-8917678838472039929?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/8917678838472039929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=8917678838472039929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8917678838472039929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/8917678838472039929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2007/10/jobs-and-interviews.html' title='Jobs and Interviews'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-7221544479571491533</id><published>2007-10-21T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:44:35.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kun gao buay jeng chu (睡到不认屋)</title><content type='html'>I was SUPPOSED to be a 10 min. break before i would wake up to wrap up the day (Though it was at 1 plus am. Hohoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i was SOOOO TIRED. The 10 mins 'nap' became 3 hours. Den, my mother came. This is some part of what i roughly remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (In semi-comatose state) "你是谁?"&lt;br /&gt;Mother: (In hokkein) "我是你老母啦!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Still slurry state) "我的牛奶还没喝完, 我要去喝"&lt;br /&gt;(Attempts to get up but was stopped by mother)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "还有lor mee没有吃, 你们每次吃不完就推给我...叫他自己吃"&lt;br /&gt;(Attempts to get up again)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "我还没有刷牙，不可以...我要刷牙..."&lt;br /&gt;Mother: (Stops me) "不要刷了啦, 现在几点了....那里有人四点起来刷牙的...."&lt;br /&gt;(Sounds reasonable, falls asleep again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS I SO TIRED? Or maybe, i dream of the conversation...Whichever the case...BAAAAAA...This is SOOOOOOOOOO irritating...I din get up to 刷牙!!! ABCD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-7221544479571491533?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/7221544479571491533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=7221544479571491533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7221544479571491533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/7221544479571491533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2007/10/kun-gao-buay-jeng-chu.html' title='kun gao buay jeng chu (睡到不认屋)'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282061.post-1147346449884046706</id><published>2007-10-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:18:00.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ending...</title><content type='html'>正所谓：一眼米养百种人&lt;br /&gt;圆的扁的&lt;br /&gt;正的邪的&lt;br /&gt;善的恶的&lt;br /&gt;好的坏的&lt;br /&gt;明的暗的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;近来，到处碰到小动作特别多的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天啊！来几个光明磊落的吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真恶心。。。累人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10282061-1147346449884046706?l=mydearcow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/feeds/1147346449884046706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10282061&amp;postID=1147346449884046706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1147346449884046706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10282061/posts/default/1147346449884046706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydearcow.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-ending.html' title='Never ending...'/><author><name>xiaojia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169186560397327091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBMsDttUDhc/TGP3G2QJH_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xi52Gp7ce2g/S220/IMG_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
