<?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-6183392365410647491</id><updated>2012-01-08T17:14:22.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ant's escapade!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-248214558335743993</id><published>2012-01-08T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:14:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Hello.... it has been (almost) a year...&lt;br /&gt;Woah.. erm... I realised I have failed a lot of resolutions. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I logged into blogspot to create a new blog but realised I have created so many before for the same purpose and it all got abandoned in the end. hehehe.. It was since Year  2009 that I started to go on diet and it has failed till now. Told myself to start saving; stop spending but to no avail. In short, I am still standing at where I were 2 years ago. Everything is status quo except for my age and weight. zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to delete this blog together with all those abandoned ones but I can't do it. This blog has been with me since I started blogging again in 2007. So I decided to keep this blog which will act as a reminder to what I want to achieve in my life. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-248214558335743993?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/248214558335743993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/248214558335743993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4005458311593121558</id><published>2011-02-13T11:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T12:16:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I am glad that I have lost 2.5KG in a week. Although I had also been pinching some forbidden food lah. =P &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Well, a good start is a half battle won. Another week to go and I absolutely endeavor to do a better job this time! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Change is good, especially when one changes in hope for a better future and a better self. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;This time I am undergoing 2 changes for a better me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;The first one is the weight loss plan to a healthier and slimmer Ant. I have been going to bed before 12am and I wake up on time for work. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also slept early so that the body can recover itself better for good health. I really do feel the difference! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;The second one is a career switch! I have been toying with the idea of leaving the company each time I encounter problem with that worm. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But I managed to calm myself down and rebuke him with smart replies that would illustrate how high my EQ was. I go to my usual kakees to release those frustrations in me. If it wasn’t for the bunch of nice people there, I wouldn’t have survived this long in M. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;One fine day, the worm acted up again. This time, I told myself I should do some justice to myself. Why should I tolerate nonsense like that? I am not even well paid to do such work in the first place! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am NOT happy! I am living in this world for myself, I want to live happily and money is one of the most significant motivator! So, at that instance, I decided to leave the company. I did a new resume and sent it to a few job posting I saw on the website just before Chinese New year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;After I returned to work on the first Work day of CNY, I was greeted warmly by all the nice colleagues. Again, I was reminded on why I didn’t leave each time I was annoyed by work matters. But this time, things were a tad different; I had already made appointments for 3 interviews. So, why not take this chance to see what the market is like! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am curious how much people will pay me for the current set of skill and experience I have. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Within 24hours after my interview with the second company I went, I received an offer. This is a company that specializes in Tax planning and Trust. My mentor will be a lady who is an experienced and a qualified Corporate Secretary. WOW! This is relevant to what I am studying lei~ Gonna be paid a tad more to earn a new set of valuable experience, I will also be more exposed to a different industry and people. WHY NOT? Without much consideration, I took up the offer. I have also tendered my resignation to my 2 bosses whom I respected a lot. They were shocked at my decision initially but later on understood my main reason for leaving; career advancement. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;I will definitely be sad to leave my beloved 5566 and MOC cliques in M. But I learned that when the time comes, whatever plan made earlier has to make way for the god’s spontaneous blessing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;You know something… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Remember how things always work out in the end? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Most of the time, those occurrence taught me lessons that will make a better me. ;) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Thanks to the worm, I have now learned to manage my emotions better and without him, I wouldn’t have found the courage to leave my comfort zone. I now look forward to a new chapter in my life… while serving a one month notice to the company…. xD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4005458311593121558?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4005458311593121558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4005458311593121558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2011/02/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5502924148955583356</id><published>2010-12-13T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:14:31.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Granny</title><content type='html'>Took a breather from work by going through FB’s mini feed… saw a friend posted a picture of her breakfast consisting Milo and a few pieces of soda biscuits…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing it, images of ah ma showed up like a slideshow in my mind….&lt;br /&gt;I remember how ah ma loves to make milok (milo) for us and gave us soda biscuits to dip into the milok for breakfast.. She loves giving us food.. her milok was never too sweet and it always seems to warm our stomachs forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years ago on 26 December, she went to join Gonggong. Weeks before she passed on, I visited her in the hospital, and she couldn’t recognize me; she thought I was 大姑. My tears fell uncontrollably when I realized how bad her condition was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, both she and Gonggong were still terribly missed. AMK house was sold, family gathering was shifted from AMK 202 to anywhere and whenever majority is free. I am glad that the family is still closely knitted with occasional drinks, mahjiong and KTV session. &lt;3 See Family, the family who never fail to care and support. I am blessed. Always is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5502924148955583356?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5502924148955583356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5502924148955583356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-beloved-granny.html' title='My Beloved Granny'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-552537713036937921</id><published>2010-11-10T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T12:33:27.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace!</title><content type='html'>These days, it is quite challenging to find a peaceful place for food. The word Peace here is defined as quiet, calm and silent. With the examination lurking around the corner, I decided to lunch by myself for 2 weeks. So that I could have more time to do a little revision; just flipping the textbook pages maybe good enough too.&lt;br /&gt;My usual lunch routine would be talking cok with 5566 and then continue to talk cok after lunch with a drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Monday, I went to pack my lunch earlier than usual to avoid the heavy traffic for elevator. By the time I return with my lunch, the office would be 95% empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I could only hear the air-conditioner’s engine at work in the background with the typing noise from my keyboard. I am finally having my lunch in a quiet environment, away from the bustling food centre, noisy construction site and stares from people hinting us to quickly finish our food so that they could have our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh…. Peace! So shiok. All by myself. I just love having some me-time once in awhile; doing what I like in tranquility instead of drowning myself into the music blasted from my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-lah…. Last 15minutes to enjoy this peaceful environment….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-552537713036937921?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/552537713036937921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/552537713036937921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/11/peace.html' title='Peace!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7400932489683593949</id><published>2010-10-25T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:29:21.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun judge if u have no idea!</title><content type='html'>It often puzzles me much on how is one able to judge something just by looking at it without using / experiencing / encountering it before.  I was guilty of this once and I learned a lesson; Never judge anything you don't have experience in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to condemn iPhone thinking it is just another trend setter touch phone. No biggie; I thought. I had even commented it loudly to my friends that I would never lay my hands on an iPhone ever! Because I am not that tech savvy n all those features it possesses wouldn't be useful to me because I hate touch phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month later, I voluntary ate up those words I said. I was introduced to a handful of applications that I had never thought I would be addicted to. Gosh! I got my iPhone 3G at $500 from my Australian colleague who used it less than a month. 12months later, now, I am holding a gadget that never leave my sight for more than 1minute unless I am asleep; iPhone4. It has even become a habit to play a game or surf the FB or Twitter when I shit. Haha! Can't shit without it these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a colleague, we called her ah Heng, she said the exact same words I sworn to my friends previously. I asked:" have u ever used an iPhone before? What do u know about it?" her reply was:" no never use before. Don't know anything about it." I then showed her all those useful application that saved me from getting lost and a handful of other interesting Nihongo applications. Thereafter, her response was:" wa Lau, u are tempting me loh ah See!" that evening after work, she got her iPhone 3Gs and is now an enthu iPhone 'recruiter'. Haha! See!!!! Never judge till you understand it like the back of your hand!!! Otherwise, you are just another sour grape-r!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, one's judgement or review on something that one has NEVER used / experienced / encountered before has absolutely NO CREDIBILITY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7400932489683593949?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7400932489683593949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7400932489683593949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/10/dun-judge-if-u-have-no-idea.html' title='dun judge if u have no idea!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-972172574673693331</id><published>2010-10-19T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:44:37.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health</title><content type='html'>What is happening to my health? I have always been in the Pink of health until recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menses stop coming but I kept having weird cramps every other day and I wondered why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my annual body check-up and the doctor certified me Healthy with a puny problem with my thyroid. I was supposed to do a follow-up check on it in June but I didn't find time to do it lah. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last straw came when the cramp hit my maximum threshold last month. I went to the Raffles Medical @ Northpoint and the &lt;strike&gt;very loh-soh &lt;/strike&gt; doctor referred me to a Woman's Specialist. So I went to Doctor Karoline @ OUB's Raffles Medical with my ultrasound pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knock knock* WOW! Doctor Karoline is so so so very pretty, nice, gentle, friendly, warm and she looked like she was in her late 20s, early 30s at most! She saw my previous ultrasound pictures did an ultrasound again for me. This cost like 200+ together with some pills meant to regulate my menses. Luckily it was 95% claimable. =P&lt;br /&gt;She said my ovaries are different from the normal and fertility might pose as a problem in the later stage of my life. My ovaries were spotted black instead of black..  That was the reason my menses were irregular; eggs were not released regularly.&lt;br /&gt;My wall was so damn thick and she told me that menses will definitely come in 2 weeks time. I will start my 28days pill as soon as Auntie comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it has been more than 3 weeks and menses is still not here! Cramp strikes again last Wednesday and I was in pain for 2.5days. Fcuk!&lt;br /&gt;I went to a clinic near my home and the &lt;strike&gt;kan pua lao uncle&lt;/strike&gt; doctor gave me some pills that will last me 2days to stimulate the menses to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After just the second pill, I FCKING CAUGHT THE FLU BUG today! I couldn't stop sneezing and felt damn drowsy. I had to pry my eyes open to do my work! So, again, to the doctor I went. Doctor gave me Flu medicine with Antibiotics ( i hate antibiotics!!!) and i gotta put my stimulating pills on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Damn sianz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-972172574673693331?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/972172574673693331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/972172574673693331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/10/health.html' title='Health'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-1134348854205474814</id><published>2010-09-08T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:08:49.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>" The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems,but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A group of graduates, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When all the students had a cup of coffee, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the simple and cheap ones.* While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. * Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee.* In most cases, it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.* What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... Then you began eying each others cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Now consider this: - Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. - They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live. - Sometimes, by concentrating on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffeeGod has provided us. Enjoy your coffee!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Live simply.&lt;br /&gt;2. Love generously.&lt;br /&gt;3. Care deeply.&lt;br /&gt;4. Speak kindly.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave the rest to God.You are the miracle, my friend; Your life either shines a light OR casts a shadow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shine a light &amp;amp; Enjoy the Coffee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-1134348854205474814?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1134348854205474814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1134348854205474814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-6888362377496468092</id><published>2010-08-31T21:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:10:45.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buang Face Mad Dog Me???</title><content type='html'>This post was initially about me stumbling upon her twitphotos calling me the Buang Face Mad Dog and other harsh names. I typed out the whole encounter that i had with her months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I had already done what I can to clear up the air and of course to no avail. At least I wasn't that childish to resort to names calling and have also tried doing upfront honest confrontations by sending her an explanatory message via Facebook. If you are angry, why hide it and blabber about something else? Why not just spell out what you were unhappy with instead of being a hypocritical lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I had thought it over and came to a conclusion that there is no need to post up such a lousy experience with  someone whom portray herself as who she wants herself to be and not who she really is. I also didn't want my blog here to remind myself of such uncouth act I had encountered from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;清者自清. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-6888362377496468092?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6888362377496468092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6888362377496468092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/08/buang-face-mad-dog-me.html' title='The Buang Face Mad Dog Me???'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-8817379711548308836</id><published>2010-08-29T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T12:03:33.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Songs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I seldom go online to check out pop songs... i got my usual dose of music from my siblings who are vivid music lovers... I am not that adventurous in listening to music of other cultures or languages.. Now, not only do I love X-Japan's music (after being forcefully exposed to my brother's blasting of X-Japan's songs few years ago), I enjoy listening to some Thai Songs too... This is again due to the 'bo-bian' exposure of blasting from my brother and sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai Yin Mai is actually the one that caught my attention.. then Ying Gwah Sia Jai and then Chai Si... go on, click play... I'm sure you will love it too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da Endorphine - Dai Yin Mai (Eng Subs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/HPkIh9l78pw/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPkIh9l78pw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPkIh9l78pw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Punch - Ying Gwah Sia Jai (Eng Subs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9tiO-JOhMo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9tiO-JOhMo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prik Thai - Chai Si (Eng Subs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/YLNa639ItUc/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLNa639ItUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLNa639ItUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-8817379711548308836?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8817379711548308836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8817379711548308836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/08/punch-ying-gwah-sia-jai-eng-subs.html' title='Thai Songs!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7896227711686686991</id><published>2010-08-15T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:00:38.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hairstyle</title><content type='html'>Since young, daddy never allowed my sister and I to cut our hair short.  He said that as girls, we must have long hair. So no matter how much I  desired to have a stylo milo short haircut, the answer i got from mummy  is: "ask dad." and then dad will say: "do it when you're 15."   -____- "&lt;br /&gt;15  was my age of independence. haha! kinda late, i know but it was from  this age onwards that i got 99% say in everything i wana do / go / work /  study and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Primary One to Secondary Three, mummy  braided my hairs into 2 pigtails everyday before I head for school. I  stopped feeling silly in those pigtails only when my friends admired how  beautiful those tails were. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot when I snipped the  waist length hair... but i just chopped it off with no regrets.. did it  like 3 times already? Have always done it in a cycle.. chop le then let  it grow long and then chop again.. i dont know why.. i just cant live  with the same old hairstyle for long.. it kinda bores me to death  somehow.. so every time i am sick of looking at myself with the same  hairstyle, i make drastic changes... and it just happened again... will  try a boyish cut next month... hehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TGer1aAiihI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PDvNR_u_8DY/s1600/combine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TGer1aAiihI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PDvNR_u_8DY/s400/combine1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505558003486722578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TGer1HPUvyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/g2q_4rMi_OI/s1600/Combine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TGer1HPUvyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/g2q_4rMi_OI/s400/Combine2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505557998448459554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7896227711686686991?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7896227711686686991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7896227711686686991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-hairstyle.html' title='My Hairstyle'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TGer1aAiihI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PDvNR_u_8DY/s72-c/combine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7644924367205766706</id><published>2010-08-05T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:20:20.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groove~</title><content type='html'>Attended the first exotic dance lesson this evening... thanks to CC who asked me to accompany her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was crossing fingers that everything will go well and that classmates are as fat as we are (evil laughter). Hahaha! Anyway, None of us were fat lah, all the classmates were warm and friendly. Had a very fun evening with them and the teacher was great and interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did warm-up exercise for the first 20mins and then learned the dance steps to Beyonce's song; Fever. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know that posing and dancing with a chair is so difficult lei.. Nonetheless, had a good workout and am very happy and satisfied with the lesson. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7644924367205766706?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7644924367205766706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7644924367205766706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/08/groove.html' title='Groove~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-2937034672608873667</id><published>2010-08-02T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:42:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Up and Away!!!</title><content type='html'>Genting Genting!!! So happy! This short trip shall keep me happy for  4days and then it's gonna be Bonus Payout Announcement! Friday feels  soooo long away from me now! Planning for Cruise in Aug, Diving in Sep  and what should come after that? If $ allows, shall plan for Taiwan in  Dec, if not, BKK will be the alternative choice! Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  on Friday, Boss grabbed me into the meeting room to have a chat. I  thought it was gonna be about my outburst on Thursday, but no, it was  about a new job allocation chart! Can't reveal much about it because it  is Top Secret for now till he is back 2 weeks later but I am damn happy  about it. Promotion next year is within reach! Ho ho ho! After  reflecting, i realised that it is very much about the ATTITUDE at work.  It is about how I look at my current working environment, what i am  given to do, who i am working with and how i manage the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People  can give me a truckload of shit to clear but bosses will be looking at  how I handle these shitty situations as well. It is all about different  Perspectives and handling Expectations. If the expectations are too much  to handle, too unreasonable or not justifiable at all then of course,  it's time to say Sayonara! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed lesson again this evening  because of the late arrival time in Singapore! Nonetheless, despite my  upcoming busy busy work schedule, I will make sure i dig some time out  for revision. It is my choice to study while working Full Time, no  matter how busy work is, there is no reason to blame bad grades on work.  Can't study well because of work? Then quit. Can't quit, then don't  study. Want both? Then work HARDER. Life isn't too difficult to  interpret, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TFblypQHVZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/m9bgtPuIj3Y/s1600/while+waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TFblypQHVZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/m9bgtPuIj3Y/s400/while+waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500836653109302674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TFblyLWumeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4rM9rj22Y1o/s1600/on+the+way+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TFblyLWumeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4rM9rj22Y1o/s400/on+the+way+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500836645083978210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TFblx-KBNJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uX-jx-YYfhU/s1600/kachar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TFblx-KBNJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uX-jx-YYfhU/s400/kachar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500836641541010578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TFblxpGUDeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/m4jWjQAYBYs/s1600/papercut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TFblxpGUDeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/m4jWjQAYBYs/s400/papercut.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500836635888324066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-2937034672608873667?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2937034672608873667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2937034672608873667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/08/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up Up and Away!!!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TFblypQHVZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/m9bgtPuIj3Y/s72-c/while+waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-6278955997282363929</id><published>2010-07-29T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:58:31.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am stronger than you think.</title><content type='html'>Finally crossed swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His defense is as usual; lousy.&lt;br /&gt;Going round and round about the same point that makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;Yet didn't want to stop to let others speak their point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to make myself heard, i raised my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious that he was trying to set me up.&lt;br /&gt;I was careless to have gave him the chance to get back at me.&lt;br /&gt;When questioned why didn't he inform on what he had noticed long ago, all he could gather was the irritating "ahhhhhhhhhh".&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, he could muster Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must be so upset and angry at me for taking over his main tasks.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but, it was the boss's idea.&lt;br /&gt;A tiny admin like me can actually take over 100% of a Manager's job.&lt;br /&gt;Is it due to his incompetency or am I too competent, i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss said I will get promoted if I do well, so I hung on. It's gonna be a 1K jump in salary if I am promoted. That's my target and motivation for this fiscal year.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling not to struggle &amp;amp; Keeping my head above the water for as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened today will not break me, I was actually glad that I burst and broke down right before you. So that you know how stressful it was to work with you. Tears rolled down because I felt so wronged and unjustified, not because you are hard to please. It was because that your stupidity, conservative mindset and incompetence were driving me up the wall. Not only me, the whole team was annoyed and frustrated at you. I hope you realised it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the months, I have improved very much on my EQ to survive this corporate world because of you. Because of your incompetence and lack of intelligence, I get to learn more things because you are not reliable. Thanks. I'm such a better person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow onwards, you will see a stronger side of Ant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I will earn myself so much credit that I can kick you out of my sight with a just a flick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-6278955997282363929?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6278955997282363929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6278955997282363929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-stronger-than-you-think.html' title='I am stronger than you think.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4424352633017445131</id><published>2010-07-25T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:28:34.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.</title><content type='html'>Stumbled upon Stephanie Sun's blog and saw this sharing from her, i thought it was worth a read because it set me thinking and reflected upon my pasｔ 'determined' actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tad long here but bear with it because it is definitely worth your time to read and my time to post this up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School  of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your  convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to  speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or  retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She  is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has  honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by  practising at home during conversations between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling  people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is  because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who  triumphs is always the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when  you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be  married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married.  Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married  many, many times. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong  process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking  masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know  the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is  some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of  learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to  be repeat customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your  entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of  you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that  you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean  the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a  bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the  country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra  and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in  those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common:  our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any  of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the  World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and  restful nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to  an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five  years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they  need to spend in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40  years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re  50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their  convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their  life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working,  falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as  graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your  hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living  your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing  against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you  don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare  you to be average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled  to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not  balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it.  Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by  moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life  is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as  you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in  your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will  ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or  up. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is this: do not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from  overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can  also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by  bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing  left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet  people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a  living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their  fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless  and, at worst, harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a  certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was  placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter  nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so  that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest  comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you  enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for  two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have  value in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy  it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in  some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a  sports journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you  will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a  very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further  and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop  yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your  obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling  superior, you might become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an  obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you  don’t, you are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To  those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not  asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is  dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great  capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are  to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the  truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating.  There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without  thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the  value of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires  great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and  that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be  hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet  every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated,  not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so  strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered  and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case  that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s  own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be  accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate  towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your  role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not  offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign  that you are doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one  changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me  to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without  deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a  microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far  easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection  requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard  work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning,  attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call  happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in  every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We  celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to  choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by  chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly,  sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly  weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.&lt;br /&gt;You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less  important than the brain, and the body is less important than the  heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not  reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to  inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to  loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your  body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It  consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.&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/6183392365410647491-4424352633017445131?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4424352633017445131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4424352633017445131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-work-avoid-telling-truth-be-hated.html' title='Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7248749951140469831</id><published>2010-07-23T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T10:50:10.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impromptu</title><content type='html'>I love the feeling of being able to do anything I like at any time! of cos, it suxs to do things that you don't like! For example following the instructions of someone you have no respect for at work and especially the instruction is a stupid one. Duh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we felt like going away to somewhere cold with an avenue to cure the itch on our fingers lah. haha! Genting Again!!! an Impromptu decision again! Tickets and Rooms booked, waiting to strike jackpot nia~ lalalalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate impromptu i wana do is to just bring a passport to the airport, buy the next available flight's tickets and fly there for a short vacation when i feel like it. Cool~&lt;br /&gt;Will be looking forward to the day i do this man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 大姑 is coming back in August from HK and i am wondering if i should grab a ticket and return to HK with her in Sep for a short holiday. She should be returning to Taiwan too... Hmmm... Shall decide again when bonus's payout announcement is made. heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will need to make plans for BKK trip in August too... wooot... i love going on trips!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7248749951140469831?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7248749951140469831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7248749951140469831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/07/impromptu.html' title='Impromptu'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7865704036765835178</id><published>2010-07-09T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:02:11.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$_$</title><content type='html'>My favourite Hokkien song by 黄乙玲 is 爱到才知痛 and it is so true right? You don’t know what ‘heart pain’ is until you got your heart broken by someone you love. Yesterday, there was a sudden urge that motivates me to study uber hard for the modules that I am retaking for. Why? Because I have to pay $1,600 out of my own pocket!!! Heart pain heart pain heart pain pain!!! My dream wallet, GONE. My Taiwan trip, GONE. My big big birthday present to myself, GONE GONE GONE! Argh! Fail 了才知痛! Joann See, you or-bi-good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t feel as painful when I did the payment previously because it was all co-shared with the company. Now, it is fcking painful lah. Paying an EXTRA of 1.6k out of my own pocket is gonna be a good lesson learnt; Lazy and not attending lessons, busy playing and not revising homework. This time, I’m NOT going to repeat the same mistake and I will make sure I do well to compensate the Fail B and Fail C grade (heng not Fail A grade lei, if not so ai wan for that few marks to pass!) I scored! Hrmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nihongo lesson coming to an end soon, end of term exam coming this Wednesday and then I will move on to Intermediate 4 which is the end of course for intermediate level. Intermediate 4 will end in September and then I shall concentrate fully on my Stax and FA after that. Stax and FA’s exam are schedule in November and I will then go for my JLPT exam in December. Luckily, the company is sponsoring my Nihongo course fully! Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;司楚音, 加油加油再加油!!! 頑張ってください!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7865704036765835178?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7865704036765835178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7865704036765835178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='$_$'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-2025084101483109034</id><published>2010-07-04T02:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:31:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam!</title><content type='html'>Went for a short getaway trip with darling last weekend and it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended farewell party the night before and left at 4am. As we had a 9am ferry to catch and ticket had to be collected before 8am, we decided not to sleep. Fought the ZzzzZzz-monster till the ferry departed Harbour Front. Along the journey to Batam, we met a few interesting people; namely 'atas', 'hen duo ren', 'hao peng you' and 'neighbour'. Actually, we didn't speak to any of these characters mentioned. haha. Long story short, We were just too bitchy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my second time to KTM resort. The room wasn't a WOW factor but this wasn't the main concern. The motive to visit KTM was for the awesome Spa session. Fantastic masseuse, great sea view while doing massage and relaxing atmosphere at less than $150 with breakfast, lunch and ferry tickets included. Weekend and June Holiday charge were included too!&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am planning when to go again! Maybe a StarCruise soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beautiful sea-view spa rooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TDNLQPT3-tI/AAAAAAAAAXY/B9NRWLaT99U/s1600/ktm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TDNLQPT3-tI/AAAAAAAAAXY/B9NRWLaT99U/s400/ktm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490815113054649042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A&amp;amp;W is always a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TDNJ9IDj_VI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cMiSPIfhpA4/s1600/a%26w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TDNJ9IDj_VI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cMiSPIfhpA4/s400/a%26w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490813685178039634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TDNJ8rl5j0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/nwJzSNvOLp0/s1600/spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TDNJ8rl5j0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/nwJzSNvOLp0/s400/spa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490813677537431362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Budget Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TC-LF-0nSpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/LwBDwurTkWE/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TC-LEzrz1UI/AAAAAAAAAWw/9VvpfDBEN2Q/s400/lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489759385497621826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TC-LEapAO5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/obRf2QK43Qw/s1600/scen1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TC-LEapAO5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/obRf2QK43Qw/s400/scen1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489759378774965138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TC-LD3dONQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/hxXabspNWoQ/s1600/scen2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TC-LD3dONQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/hxXabspNWoQ/s400/scen2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489759369330308354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-2025084101483109034?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2025084101483109034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2025084101483109034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/07/batam.html' title='Batam!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TDNLQPT3-tI/AAAAAAAAAXY/B9NRWLaT99U/s72-c/ktm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5483120039174834395</id><published>2010-06-28T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:21:31.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE apparel oft proclaims the man.</title><content type='html'>I thought this is worth a share. An article from StraitsTimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'THE apparel oft proclaims the man,' Shakespeare once wrote, paraphrasing the old Latin proverb vestis virum facit - clothes maketh the man. And to this, Mark Twain cheekily appended: 'Naked people have little or no influence on society.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite this well-known adage, once employees have been on the job long enough, many start getting lazy, tending to throw on whatever is available in the morning and turn up for work. But consultants say that is definitely not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Denise Ng, president of the Association of Image Consultants International, South Asia-Singapore Chapter, said: 'A well-dressed person gives the right message about his or her attitude, aptitude and personal qualities.'&lt;br /&gt;However, dress codes vary between industries.&lt;br /&gt;'Power dressing plays a more important role in industries where a high level of trust is required, such as in banking, because it gives cues about your level of success and authority, background, ability, status and position,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mrs Stefanie Yuen Thio, joint managing director of TSMP Law Corporation, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dressing for work is 'not about expressing your particular style or personality', but about being 'properly attired to do the best job you can for your client'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'If you look at the top legal professionals in Singapore, they are almost unfailingly attired in well-cut and pressed suits. They will be well-coiffed,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;But even if you spend your entire workday in a cubicle glued to the computer screen and seldom have external meetings, keeping up appearances is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Management University Associate Professor of Psychology Norman Li said: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'When you meet clients, you represent your company. When you don't meet clients, you represent yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thus when your higher-ups see you, it may be good to keep up appearances.'&lt;br /&gt;Added Mrs Yuen Thio: 'It is impossible to predict who will walk through the door on any given day. The dress code isn't negotiable.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, said Prof Li: 'If everyone else observes a casual dress code, you may elicit negative feelings from co-workers if you insist on overdressing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who find the morning routine of deciding what to wear a daily nightmare, Prof Li has some advice.&lt;br /&gt;'First, find out what the local norms are and observe those norms. Assess how dressed up or down most of the other people are, and pay special attention to what the most successful people are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;'Second, you don't have to have the most expensive and dressy outfits, but make sure your clothes are neat and clean,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For women, there is also the thorny issue of choosing appropriate footwear.&lt;br /&gt;Said Ms Jill Lowe, founder of image consultancy Jill Lowe International: 'The heavier and thicker the heels, the more stable the authority. Thick heels are associated with hard work, while thin heels are associated with leisure.&lt;br /&gt;'Open-toed shoes are often mismatched. When in a formal situation, or when diplomatic or business deals are being discussed, the toes should be sealed.'&lt;br /&gt;Added Mrs Yuen Thio: 'I generally advise women to draw the line at mules, dominatrix shoes and anything that would make style waves in a Sex And The City movie.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For men, dark-coloured trousers and bright shirts in the workplace should be the norm.&lt;br /&gt;'The darker the colour of trousers, the more authority you have,' said Ms Lowe. 'If you look at James Bond, he likes to wear a dark shirt with white pants - that is more socially playful. People who go clubbing seldom wear white shirts.'&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to a man's tie, she added: 'Lighter ties are for more social situations. For example, dark ties should be worn at board meetings, but if you are meeting business friends, you can choose medium shades like red or yellow.'&lt;br /&gt;However, cautioned Mrs Yuen Thio: 'Pairing a dark jacket over a random pair of dark-coloured trousers doesn't make it a suit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even spectacles can play a part in projecting the right corporate image, Ms Lowe said. 'The darker and bigger the frame, the more business-oriented you will look. It is important that the top of your spectacles be parallel with the shape of your eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Talent always involves substance and style. Substance sells, but style up-sells.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5483120039174834395?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5483120039174834395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5483120039174834395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/06/apparel-oft-proclaims-man.html' title='THE apparel oft proclaims the man.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4951413257422839933</id><published>2010-06-22T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:11:14.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I QUIT</title><content type='html'>Sitting at Starbucks here alone with a cuppa coffee, iphone and lappie... Peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Although the people here are chatting loudly and laughing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, peace in my own world. Engrossed in doing my own stuffs, regardless of Kpo-er's stares or comments. I kinda like it. When i have nothing to do, esp when i am alone, i daydream. After daydreaming, i reflect and often enough, i learn quite a handful of stuffs from those reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the ladies from the next table kept smoking and I kept inhaling their second-hand smoke. Almost went to the 7-11 nearby to grab a pack of ciggies on impulse, but i refrained from doing so. I told myself, no smoking unless socializing or drinking. My ultimate motive to quit smoking is one, to save money and two, for health's sake. Although there are Pros in smoking too, but after weighing the Pros and Cons, the Cons weighed so much heavier. Glad that I can turn myself into a social smoker now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking with those big bosses occasionally esp during networking lunch/dinner and not smoking habitually daily. Seriously, after experiencing the life of a habitual smoker, I didnt regret picking up smoking. I would say that my life wouldn't be the same as now if i wasn't a smoker in the first place. My circle of friends, my points of contact and network had grown a lot bigger and I've came to a conclusion where, Smokers are usually More friendly and more approachable than non-smokers. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have managed to quit lah. I smoke only when i drink or to socialize. It really is a good ice-breaker. Thats how i managed to know a lot of people in the company too. lolx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4951413257422839933?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4951413257422839933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4951413257422839933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-quit.html' title='I QUIT'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7625418932350187790</id><published>2010-06-17T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:07:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept, Forgive and Forget.</title><content type='html'>I had a puny fight with ahBlack yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;80% of the fights are usually initiated by tone of words/speech and the remaining 20% are usually by what the reader interpreted or misinterpreted. I don’t deny that I was a tad grouchy yesterday and his insensitive remarks just didn’t come at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him directly that he was being irritating and he continued being so. Almost wanted to go up one level (we are working in the same building) and knock his head. I feel that one should look at the objective of the sentence and not 断章取义 + 扭曲 what one has said. 先入为主 sucks too. Instead of getting the full picture first, people these days just love to judge by the cover huh? Just like a handful of Stompers I saw on Stomp recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture = A pregnant lady standing by the door and stomper claimed that inconsiderate teenagers didn’t give up seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts: Teenagers did offer the seat but pregnant lady declined because her destination was only 2 stations away. Stomper saw and ASSUMED the teenagers were inconsiderate hence the post on Stomp. Other Stompers saw the picture and began a series of beating + cursing session on the teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously aren’t these people one-dimensional? We are mostly EDUCATED, but morally wise, we suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was glad that being adults and close friends, we ironed it out and apologized to each other. He apologized for his insensitive remarks and I was sorry for being too harsh in my reply to him. Thereafter, he posted this on his FB: “Accept, Forgive and Forget”. I like SAM’s reply; you forgive but never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget means to forget the incident.&lt;br /&gt;Never forget means not to forget the lesson learned. This is the example he gave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your hand into a dog’s mouth and the dog bites. After the incident, you accept that it had happened and forgive the dog; you forget the negative incident but never forget the lesson learned. That is, never put your hand into the dog’s mouth again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ugly incident makes us wiser through the reflection on past encountered experience. It is always the Reflection that is the teacher; not the Experience itself.&lt;br /&gt;One can experience it, but can never learn from it by one’s impaired reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7625418932350187790?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7625418932350187790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7625418932350187790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/06/accept-forgive-and-forget.html' title='Accept, Forgive and Forget.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-9131957556857611451</id><published>2010-06-13T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:59:48.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2010</title><content type='html'>4 years ago, we had a gathering at Great World on the day of opening of World Cup 2006. We had so much fun together (we always had anyway) and this time, how can we miss it???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this picture, i am hungry for spicy drumlets and KFC again. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TBUAV6fZhxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5o2L11GC3-8/s1600/Sum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TBUAV6fZhxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5o2L11GC3-8/s400/Sum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482288497871652626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-9131957556857611451?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/9131957556857611451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/9131957556857611451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-2010.html' title='World Cup 2010'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/TBUAV6fZhxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5o2L11GC3-8/s72-c/Sum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-796810196447065943</id><published>2010-05-25T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:51:29.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Shark Finning!</title><content type='html'>Saw this &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/9856912"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; shared by Deep Blue Scuba and tears rolled down uncontrollably seeing how those sharks were tortured for their fins. It's so cruel. People, let's do our part. Stop being ignorant about it. Shark fin is in fact TASTELESS. It's the soup base that's tasty. Stop the supply, cease the demand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-796810196447065943?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/796810196447065943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/796810196447065943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/05/stop-shark-finning.html' title='Stop Shark Finning!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-8574458944327230717</id><published>2010-05-20T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:30:32.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who moved my cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S_SiXgp-VDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ndGiJg9BmHw/s1600/whomovedcheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473177971948672050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S_SiXgp-VDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ndGiJg9BmHw/s400/whomovedcheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished reading the book, “Who moved my cheese?” by Spencer Johnson yesterday. It is a self help book that I have wanted to read since ages ago but didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it an interesting story based on very simple logics but yet, many humans fail to understand it. The only thing that is constant in life is Change! Ironically true, isn’t it? Basically, this book is trying to help people adapt to changes more easily because there are a lot others who can never stop lamenting about their own predicament and still chooses to remain stagnant. Changes happen everywhere and anywhere, in a family, at work and even in relationships/friendships. From a high ranking officer to a powerless small fry, from being married to divorced or even dealing with a lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the simplest way to adapt to a change is to Face It! I believe one can only overcome the fear when one deals with it face to face. Sometimes, a change is not necessary but at other times, changes are inevitable. Whether a change is positive or negative, it’s more likely and usually based on how one perceives it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to stay in one’s comfort zone and hopefully everything remains forever the same, but sadly this is impossible. People change, environment change and ultimately, expectation changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change Happens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They Keep Moving The Cheese &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anticipate Change &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Ready For The Cheese To Move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monitor Change &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell The Cheese Often So You Know When It Is Getting Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adapt To Change Quickly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quicker You Let Go Of Old Cheese, The Sooner You Can Enjoy New Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move With The Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy Change! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savor The Adventure And Enjoy The Taste Of New Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be Ready To Change Quickly And Enjoy It Again &amp;amp; Again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Keep Moving The Cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-8574458944327230717?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8574458944327230717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8574458944327230717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-moved-my-cheese.html' title='Who moved my cheese?'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S_SiXgp-VDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ndGiJg9BmHw/s72-c/whomovedcheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5892364934703608745</id><published>2010-05-13T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:19:50.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-t8fH5-4qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RKI46jBj9oI/s1600/mr.khoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470603046511633058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-t8fH5-4qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RKI46jBj9oI/s400/mr.khoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw a few posts in FB expressing their condolences to Mr. Khoo’s family and stumbled upon this news article just minutes ago. I saw him once at Pulau Aur when I was taking my OWD certification course and didn’t stop hearing raves about him since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s always upsetting to hear news about one’s death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heartfelt condolences to Mr. Khoo’s family and friends. It’s definitely a loss to the diving community.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5892364934703608745?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5892364934703608745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5892364934703608745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/05/condolences.html' title='Condolences'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-t8fH5-4qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RKI46jBj9oI/s72-c/mr.khoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-6927995065908257802</id><published>2010-04-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:38:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goal</title><content type='html'>My one big goal comes along with a handful of small little goals to be fulfilled. Being successful is of course almost everyone’s ultimate goal but everyone’s definition of ‘Successful’ is different. To me, to live a fruitful life with no regrets is having led a successful life. So what’s considered as Fruitful to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently pursuing my professional certification in SAICSA so that I have the paper qualification to earn a better living that contributes to fulfilling my dreams. However, just by earning more money through a job advancement via a 9 – 5 job is not enough! I want to achieve and accomplish my targets in the shortest time possible. Time and tide waits for no man. The rule of thumb is to Not to Waste Time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have to pass all my modules without staying back for anyone of it. Otherwise, I will spend another 5months to clear the failed module which is such a waste of time. Secondly, in order to pass all these modules, I need to revise, practice and understand. I like what my lecturer often tells us: “People say to have the knowledge at your fingertips, but do you think by having those knowledge and concepts at your fingertips help? NO, because it slips easily at the tip. You need to have the knowledge drilled into your PALMS, not fingertips! This way, the knowledge will not fall (be forgotten) easily because they exist in your Palms, not fingertips. 1 question, do 3 times. Practice more and understand the concept. This way, you will have an easy time doing revision!” &lt;br /&gt;Earning at least twice as much than current payout will be achieved in 1 year’s time after graduating. This is my short-term goal; to achieve my certification in due course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, baby and my ultimate destination to visit is both our favourite soccer team’s home ground; Old Trafford and Anfield follow by a trip round Europe. So, we gotta save up a lot a lot a lot on top of our very own love nest. xD As mentioned in the previous sentence, yes, Love nest. I want to have my very own home so much. I’m sick and tired of doing the housework every time they make a mess out of almost everything. For this, money is the main factor. Scrimp and Save; my motto of living life now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, to be happy everyday is the most important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be some accrued updates! Hehz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-6927995065908257802?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6927995065908257802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6927995065908257802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-goal.html' title='My Goal'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4109257928833182962</id><published>2010-04-23T15:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:56:46.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flutes at the Fort!</title><content type='html'>Went there for IC and CH’s farewell cum welcome dinner 2 years back! Not only did we have an unforgettable time together, the good food we had left a deep impression in GS, SAM and me. Last month, for our favourite DGM’s farewell and also to welcome both MH and IEM, we went there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was armed with a camera this time round, I didn’t snap a lot simply because I was drifted away by the aroma of those wonderful dishes served. Savouring them was the first thought that came to my mind and taking pictures was secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long granny story of introduction cut short; let’s move on to the main dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beer each was the SOP in our division before dinner starts. Shortly after placing each of our orders for Entrée, Main and Dessert since the set menu was not set by the chef yet. Then, the waitress serves us our all time favourite food; Bread! The 3 guys and I couldn’t stop helping ourselves to the fluffily soft homemade bread and by dipping it into the saucer of olive oil spilled with loads of vinegar; it made everything a tad more heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much I love savoring the melting sensation of Foie gras, I decided to go for the Carpaccio instead and boy, I thought that was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life man! Freshly cut veal topped with grounded black pepper, omg! Speechless!Psst: the reason why I was willing to opt for Carpaccio over Foie gras was because GS agreed to trade a mouthful of his Foie gras for a slice of my veal… this way, we can both taste those 2 fantastic appetizers with no regrets! Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-RFPOuh7PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Bc7O1INIArg/s1600/entree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-RFPOuh7PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Bc7O1INIArg/s400/entree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468571975488236786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not forgetting that our Wine Manager’s choice of white wine to go with the entrée was excellent! Shaw Smith’s Chardonnay and Margret River’s Sauvignon Blanc, smooth and aromatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-RFPYw3bcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Lv385W64Es0/s1600/wines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-RFPYw3bcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Lv385W64Es0/s400/wines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468571978182389186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the 4 of us (GS, BW, IEM and I) had the same dish; Tenderloin Steak! Yummy Yummy! It so goes well with the red wine that IEM chose, Margret River’s Pinot Noir.&lt;br /&gt;Steak was nicely done up accordingly to our preference; Medium rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-RFrY0hY-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/jWfjAcL_VKc/s1600/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-RFrY0hY-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/jWfjAcL_VKc/s400/main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468572459234059234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, dessert and coffee to wrap things up! When it comes to desserts, I am always spoilt for choices lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture tells a thousand words; hence I shall stop here and let you enjoy salivating over the pictures! =P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-RFrkbXdFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Dan8MUTHQVw/s1600/end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-RFrkbXdFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Dan8MUTHQVw/s400/end.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468572462349775954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4109257928833182962?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4109257928833182962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4109257928833182962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/04/flutes-at-fort.html' title='Flutes at the Fort!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S-RFPOuh7PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Bc7O1INIArg/s72-c/entree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4237094998011903111</id><published>2010-04-12T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:55:25.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't go into a relationship with an objective to fulfill; Fall into a relationship to enjoy love. Even if everything turns out ugly one day, thank the love for writing that chapter in your life. To me, this is what love’s about. Love will never turn into hate. It’s those who couldn’t see far &amp; beyond that ends up hating love. Come on, stretch your hand out &amp; embrace all those love. No matter what kind of love, even if it’s a morally incorrect one, just live for yourself. Ignore those criticism &amp; finger pointing; those people have nothing better to do. Take it as a good deed done to fulfill their inner desire of being a judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4237094998011903111?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4237094998011903111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4237094998011903111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-go-into-relationship-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-1494588706897965634</id><published>2010-04-08T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:11:35.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty by Simpleman</title><content type='html'>I have always been a fan of SM's blog. I find his words filled with wisdom and never fail to set one thinking/reflecting. I've learned alot from him, Milo and Powder in the forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he said here (&lt;a href="http://simpleman.multiply.com/journal/item/740"&gt;http://simpleman.multiply.com/journal/item/740&lt;/a&gt;) was very very very well said. I totally agree! Though it's old news already, but his blog post should wake those people up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I have reached a stage of life in which others (except my children) opinion mean very little to me. I don't care for a moment what others think of me or who I am with. People always thought they know better and that they are by-standers and they can see more clearly. To me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mostly how we see others are clouded by our very own prejudice.&lt;/span&gt; And who are we to judge others? The people who are too eager to judge others should look at themselves in the mirror. A lot of things are not what they seem to be. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A lot of people are much more or much less than what they appear to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unquote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words are so true that it set me thinking and reflected on my past actions too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-1494588706897965634?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1494588706897965634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1494588706897965634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/04/beauty-by-simpleman.html' title='Beauty by Simpleman'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-8470599472410471069</id><published>2010-03-31T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:55:18.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Making Up"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I saw the video that GrimPig posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=104143919624253&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=104143919624253&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my mouth opened wide in awe! The girls were awesome! Indeed, the magic of make up is almost unbelievable. One of the girls had really ‘widen’ her eyes with the eyeliner, fake lashes, mascara, eye shadow and I don’t know if there were any other tools she used but it was indeed impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was super impressed! I then turned to Grimpig and asked if he remember one of the Guess3 episodes where one pretty girl mentioned that her boyfriend couldn't recognize her after she removed her make up. To make it worst, the boyfriend didn't even believe that the girl with the entire make up removed was his girlfriend until she put the make up back to her face! Then, I thought she was exaggerating but this video has proven that there’s indeed such vast difference between the before and after. Woot! Well done, babes! Not everyone has the patience, ability and talent to beautify oneself this well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls in the video had her boyfriend standing by her while she did her make up and I agree with the host that the guy is a good man since he didn't even mind her ‘original’ look without make up. He also mentioned that he like her because they click well and I believe so looking at how cheeky the girl was when she posed a few cute expressions. Lolx. Must be a fun loving babe! I also like the fact that the 2 girls didn’t mind showing their pale and ‘original’ look before the international TV program! *Thumbs up* Admire their courage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that being natural is the best, as in without make up AT ALL. Any girl with make up is just being a plastic (fake), but I realized how wrong and mistaken my stereotyping was! A face full of Cosmetic Make-up isn’t fake or deceiving, but enhancing the person’s feature and bringing out all of the potential. Just like why people bother to put on a foundation or a concealer! All for the sake of looking better because when one looks good, that’s where confidence comes from and with confidence; one will definitely look more attractive! Being attractive doesn’t depend on just a pretty face, but having the charisma and character too! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, the furthest I have gone to was putting on only make-up base and liquid foundation until I had a break up with my first boyfriend. I dug out a brand new stick of mascara that I have bought for ages but never used it before. I tried putting it on because I’ve cried my heart out the night before and my eyes was swollen like how the goldfish eyes is popped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mimicked the way my mummy ‘kiap’ her lashes and then brush the mascara upwards like how she did it. I wasn’t really walking with my head held high in school with the coated mascara lashes for the first time until my lovely darlings commented that I actually looked good with ‘kiap-ed’ and coated lashes. Then, I started exploring the different brands and techniques of brushing the lashes. Currently, my favourite brand is Lancome’s Hynose (Waterproof) and combing it upwards in a zig-zag manner is how I like my lashes to be. Thank god and mummy for blessing me with long lashes. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, not only do I put on mascara every time I was invited to an occasion, I draw my brows and never fail to put on eyeliner when I go out. This picture is what my colleagues said, my weapons. Haha. Quote CK when we were nua-ing in hotel room (and I was touching up) after reaching Genting: “ehh.. 你有几只抢huh?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Benefit: Benetint, Ooh la lift, that gal, erase paste (didnt know that my colleagues are fans of Benefit too and i am so happy that we're gonna get periodically supplies of Benefit products now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kanebo: Coffret Dor 2-way foundation cake, Kate Eyeliner (sad, our coy no longer carries Kanebo products, Kao's carrying them now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lancome: the best mascara I've used! Hynose Waterproof! Curls stay and lashes super volumised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sasa: Don't know what brand of liquid eye liner but I’ve no preference as all kinds of brand works fine for me so far) &amp;amp; lip gloss (i've over 10 of them but none of them lasted being used more than 10 times. I love licking them off my lips and then I am lazy to re-gloss after that. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S7LEWUzSUuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/5bWN405LH38/s1600/weapons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454637986519077602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S7LEWUzSUuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/5bWN405LH38/s400/weapons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-8470599472410471069?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8470599472410471069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8470599472410471069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-up.html' title='&quot;Making Up&quot;'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S7LEWUzSUuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/5bWN405LH38/s72-c/weapons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-6045698122971698872</id><published>2010-03-29T09:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:03:45.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.</title><content type='html'>An Amazing message written by George Carlin, the comedian of the 70’s and 80’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't send this to at least 8 people....Who cares? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Carlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-6045698122971698872?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6045698122971698872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6045698122971698872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-not-measured-by-number-of.html' title='Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5735339852104625146</id><published>2010-03-25T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:43:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like what powder said on SB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would advise my son never to get married. i think the way things are going... we'll just be a country of spoilt brats incapable of fighting for ourselves or looking after our own interests... and worst - incapable of taking responsibility for our own choices/decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will keep looking to the government to take up that responsibility and also look after us from birth til death... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young generation complain HDB price high, if price come down - older generation will complain... there's no pleasing everyone. of cos the younger generation also change handphones, buy ipods, imacs, iphones, zara, LV, car etc etc... then they say 'no money'.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite sick of pple not fending for themselves, not taking responsibility of their own lives... and just complaining complaining complaining... want help from Gov, Police, HDB, etc etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun know abt most, but i grew up without guarantees nor warranties... seems everyone else was growing up with it tho, going by how they expect n demand things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5735339852104625146?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5735339852104625146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5735339852104625146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-like-what-powder-said-on-sb-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-6238281238475067451</id><published>2010-03-23T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:02:09.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blessed me.</title><content type='html'>Didn’t manage to attend both Singapore Taxation &amp; Financial Accounting classes last week and will be missing the ST lesson this coming Thursday due to a Farewell/Welcome dinner at Raffles Hotel for my bosses. Sobs. So sad. Anyway, I was thinking to myself that I am so damn fcking screw up for these 2 modules since I have yet to do any question on my own. Needless to mention about Revision! -_-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw J’s email with PDF copies of notes and FRS from Mr. See (yah, I share the same last name as our Lecturer). That was so nice of her, I thought to myself. Without hesitation, I replied her with sincere gratitude and appreciation. WOW! I so thank god too for blessing me with a kind mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has always been kind to me and I’ve never dare to take it for granted. God gave me understanding parents, funky relatives, lovely grimpig, irritating but helpful siblings, funny yozies, faithful friends from poly, generous Chatters, lively Maplers, wonderful bosses &amp; colleagues and last but not least, selfless course mates from SAICSA, Bunka and Comet! Though there were a few uneventful encounters in my life, but I’ve never regretted the decisions I’ve made, the path I’ve walked and the people I’ve met. Those ugly incidents made me learnt and gave me wisdom. It wasn’t those experiences that were actually the teachers, but the reflections I’ve done and the wise advices from many others. Thinking back on those incidents, it made me smile as they are nonetheless, sweet memories of growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatters taught me to hope for the best and be prepared for the worst. Maple taught me the many different faces of people and blessed me with cool play mates who are now my buddies. Yozies taught me the way to live life happily and how to gamble. ( -_-)” NYPians gave me confidence, comfort and laughter when I was at one of the lowest point in life. None of them stopped being friends with me when I made a morally incorrect choice. Instead, they have me their hands and told me this: “Ant! To hell with those who listened only to once side of the story and start making judgment. No matter what happen and what your choices will be, trust me, we will all be here for you like what we’re doing now!” Tears started rolling down my cheeks and I was deeply touched. The thing with the friends I’ve made, they never indulge me in my own world. When they have a series of 180 degree difference of opinions, they never hesitate to shoot it in my face. Especially Gary, Ah Beng, MY, EJ, Lynn Jie, Uncle Meng and Ah Chua. I guess that’s where I learnt the hard and fast facts of life from as well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Life has been good. I am very happy with what I am embracing now; Love, Lessons in my life and the class room and people who love me dearly. =)&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你上天! 赐给我一个那么好的人生. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to pull up my socks! But first, I need to enjoy myself to the max this weekend. Am going to Genting with my wonderful colleagues! YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-6238281238475067451?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6238281238475067451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6238281238475067451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/03/blessed-me.html' title='The blessed me.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-644164785490994097</id><published>2010-03-17T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:07:35.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pretty Lady</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was going through all my old mails to clear those that are redundant. Saw a few inspirational emails and thought I should share it here. Not only did these mails shed some light in enlightening me, but it also serves as a very good reminder to keep striving for a prettier inner beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one wants to see it as a rebuke instead of sharing of opinions, there’s nothing I can do since the impression was already a prejudiced one. I went to re-read all my replies and I see all of it trying to be as subtle as possible because it was a negative reply. Looks like I’ve failed in trying to share my thoughts amicably. Oh well, if one insist on being narrow minded over my difference in opinion and view, then so be it. Since I have already rest my case several days ago, I see no need in trying to bash people up anonymously in anyway. Bottom-line, if you dare to do it, then admit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pretty Lady &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time a big monk and a little monk were traveling together. They came to the bank of a river and found the bridge was damaged. They had to wade across the river. There was a &lt;br /&gt;pretty lady who was stuck at the damaged bridge and couldn't cross the river. The big monk offered to carry her across the river on his back. The lady accepted. The little monk was &lt;br /&gt;shocked by the move of the big monk. 'How can big brother carry a lady when we are supposed to avoid all intimacy with females?' thought the little monk. But he kept quiet. The big monk carried the lady across the river and the small monk followed unhappily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they crossed the river, the big monk let the lady down and they parted ways with her. &lt;br /&gt;All along the way for several miles, the little monk was very unhappy with the act of the big monk. He was making up all kinds of accusations about big monk in his head. This got him madder and madder. But he still kept quiet. And the big monk had no inclination to explain his situation. Finally, at a rest point many hours later, the little monk could not stand it any further; he burst out angrily at the big monk. 'How can you claim yourself a devout monk, when you seize the first opportunity to touch a female, especially when she is very pretty? All your teachings to me make you a big hypocrite. The big monk looked surprised and said, 'I had put down the pretty lady at the river bank many hours ago, how come you are still carrying her along?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This very old Chinese Zen story reflects the thinking of many people today. We encounter many unpleasant things in our life, they irritate us and they make us angry. Sometimes, they cause us a lot of hurt; sometimes they cause us to be bitter or jealous. But like the little monk, we are not willing to let them go away. We keep on carrying the baggage of the 'pretty lady' with us. We let them keep on coming back to hurt us, make us angry, make us bitter and cause us a lot of agony. Why? Simply because we are not willing to put down or let go of the baggage of the 'pretty lady'... We should let go of the pretty lady immediately after crossing the river that is after the unpleasant event is over. This will immediately remove all our agonies. There is no need to be further hurt by the unpleasant event after it is over.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-644164785490994097?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/644164785490994097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/644164785490994097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/03/pretty-lady.html' title='A Pretty Lady'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4387150637627751491</id><published>2010-03-16T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:11:17.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一种米养百种人</title><content type='html'>I find it such a disgrace when one has the cheek to shoot someone in an obvious manner but didn’t have the guts to admit it. It is fine if you didn’t want to admit, but stop cooking up stories and lies just to make yourself look good. &lt;br /&gt;You know it best who and what those words were meant for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wana insult my intelligence, do it in a smarter way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wana shoot me without me rebuking, make sure I don’t see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wana get into a debate with me, then make sure you follow the rules. &lt;br /&gt;你要这样玩, 我奉陪! 但请你玩得起!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want settle a dispute, do it the ADULT way. Not go hiding behind your facebook status or tweeter to announce it like how wronged or accused you were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;敢做不敢担, 我呸!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4387150637627751491?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4387150637627751491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4387150637627751491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='一种米养百种人'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7330270889881771092</id><published>2010-02-25T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:49:29.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inspirational Speech.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z5OookwOoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/_Z5OookwOoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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;When things got hard, you start looking for something to blame. Let me tell you something you already know, the world aint all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean &amp; nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. &lt;blockquote&gt;It aint about how hard you’re hit, it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward how much you can take it and keep moving forward. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you know how much you’re worth, go out and get how much you’re worth but you gotta be willing to take the hits and not pointing fingers and say you aint what you wana be because of him or her or anybody.&lt;/strong&gt; Cowards do that but not you, you are better than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7330270889881771092?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7330270889881771092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7330270889881771092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspirational-speech.html' title='An Inspirational Speech.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-8579525871006281984</id><published>2010-02-02T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:55:04.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>When i saw darling's FB status with this 2 words, i asked what it meant. He said: Seize the day. How meaningful, i thought to myself. After 1 or 2 months, i saw an ang moh with this 2 words tattooed on her shoulder. A search to be done for an answer to my curiosity was triggered; why would someone tattoo this 2 words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick search on the internet and i got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most famous of Horace\'s odes uses agricultural metaphors to &lt;b&gt;urge us to embrace the pleasures available in everyday life instead of relying on remote aspirations for the future&lt;/b&gt; - hence his immortal motto \"Carpe Diem\", or \"pluck the day\"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero – "Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future", an emphasis on making the most of current opportunities because life is short and time is fleeting – an existential caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took 5mins to reflect on my life in Jan 2010 after darling left my place. Seriously, i need to buck up. I took too many things for granted. Grandma fell ill, bosses returning to Tokyo office (which means I'm getting 2 new bosses), 2 capable colleagues whom i have depended on in work left and etc. Unless i buck up and pull my socks up, if not i will not be able to deal with the upcoming changes. Like what I've identified to myself in the previous post, this year is gonna be a fast and furious one.. I need to Stop skipping lessons and start revising. I don't want to regret (again) when my examination date nears, I don't want to cross my fingers till the results are released, I don't want to retake any module and I want to achieve the results I want. There's no free lunch in this world, i must work hard for what i want because things will not just happen by itself to go the way i want it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-8579525871006281984?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8579525871006281984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8579525871006281984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/02/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5952932762795597867</id><published>2010-01-28T13:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:58:35.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Year</title><content type='html'>4 weeks into the year 2010, I have so far &lt;del&gt;set&lt;/del&gt; recycled 5 New Year resolutions! Until now, I haven’t really done anything to comply with the resolutions. Haha! Hmm.. Well, at least I have stopped smoking for a few days, quitted buying cigarettes since 01012010 and moved on to Intermediate 2 in my Japanese language course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a tad lazy the previous week, didn’t attend Financial Accounting &amp; Japanese lessons, took a day off from work on Friday and didn’t do any exercise. Enough of grumbling and regretting, no point analyzing the past and yet do nothing about it. I seriously need to start training on my stamina for the upcoming Vertical Marathon &amp; Adidas Sundown Marathon and start revision for these 2 modules as they are not “study smart and you can pass” type of papers. 頑張りますね...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the resolutions that I have to realize is to save a sum of money for future. =X Previously, I have never jotted ‘settling down’ in my plans for future. It must have been that the previous boyfriends weren’t the one I would like to settle with. Things are different now; my priorities and perceptions have changed. Uncle Raymond is right; 话不要说得太早. Now I learnt that in our course of life, the only thing that is constant is change, you never what is coming your way and who you are going to meet. I am just very very very glad that I have chosen to step out of my comfort zone, remove those unnecessary memories, people and objects in my life, workstation and mind; Simply because a clustered and complicated mind will hinder a man’s route to success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2010 is gonna be a fast and furious one for me as I want to Keep Fit, Pass all the 4 professional modules I am taking, get Promoted and look forward to a beautiful future with my pig. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S2E0znRQV6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Zf1NKAuKf5c/s1600-h/n558651660_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S2E0znRQV6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Zf1NKAuKf5c/s400/n558651660_1557.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431680686904858530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5952932762795597867?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5952932762795597867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5952932762795597867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-year.html' title='A Brand New Year'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/S2E0znRQV6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Zf1NKAuKf5c/s72-c/n558651660_1557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-6296648889635597385</id><published>2009-11-24T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:19:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My level of wisdom has leveled up after yesterday's saga..</title><content type='html'>I am glad I am a more forgiving and open minded person by not insisting on his unwillingness to understand what I have posted because to get back at me is what he sought after. Considering his age that should have shown much more maturity than mine, he ought to be ashamed for not being able to overlook the insensitive comment and yet took an aggressive approach to shoot someone who wasn’t the sensitive one in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;A wise man will not be bothered with insensitive remarks. He was the one who took it seriously and then turned everything into a series of beating session. At least I did my part by apologizing that I shouldn't’t have used the word crap which in anyway I had in the first place, disclaimed that it was only my opinion. There was no reason to kick up a big fuss and gang up with someone else to continue the beating session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then it will gradually yield to him. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-6296648889635597385?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6296648889635597385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6296648889635597385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-level-of-wisdom-has-leveled-up-after.html' title='My level of wisdom has leveled up after yesterday&apos;s saga..'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-2516854761369207851</id><published>2009-11-07T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:01:13.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Getaway to Bintan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SvUa6dzZ16I/AAAAAAAAATk/jvNB9rcKuk8/s1600-h/getaway+to+bintan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SvUa6dzZ16I/AAAAAAAAATk/jvNB9rcKuk8/s400/getaway+to+bintan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401252919835744162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-2516854761369207851?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2516854761369207851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2516854761369207851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/11/getaway-to-bintan.html' title='A Getaway to Bintan...'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SvUa6dzZ16I/AAAAAAAAATk/jvNB9rcKuk8/s72-c/getaway+to+bintan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4718294587317955651</id><published>2009-09-25T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:58:29.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy~</title><content type='html'>Was so busy busy for the pass few weeks... work, school, entertainments, drinking sessions, gatherings, clubbing, networking dinners and so on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i took leave today to enjoy some 'me' time... Slept till late and planning to nua all the way till evening... Going for the F1 practice race tonight follow by a drinking session... I am so looking forward to it lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way buddies, if blog is nt updated, Facebook confirm got updates de.. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4718294587317955651?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4718294587317955651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4718294587317955651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5611687410668238801</id><published>2009-06-12T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:37:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlighten by Uncle Powder again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.singaporebrides.com/forumboard/messages/5/1084305.html?1244738408"&gt;http://www.singaporebrides.com/forumboard/messages/5/1084305.html?1244738408&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that initiated the light bulb on top my head to start a self assessment &amp;amp; reflection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in spore, most pple think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good Academics =&gt; Good Job =&gt; Good Prospects =&gt; Good Pay =&gt; Good Future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in actual fact... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good Academics =&gt; Good Foundation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good Foundation + Hard Work =&gt; Good Pay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Advanced Knowledge + Harder Work =&gt; Good Future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Good Job' is missing cos it's a myth. the subconscious use of the term 'Good Job' has to do with lazy pple defining jobs they dun deserve but yet can land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this may sound abit 'uncle', but during my time i was always the 1st and last in the office, i stay &lt;strong&gt;to listen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;observe&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and learn things that are beyond my scope&lt;/strong&gt;. i NEVER expected any rewards from the company, cos i knew that the biggest beneficiary of these effort is none other than Myself. let's face it - nobody owes us a good future more than ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my security comes from Self, not company... my rewards come from Self, not company...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i had 6 bosses, i was either verbally abused, treated like an army recruit or totally invisible to them. BUT fact remains that i wanted to earn the money they earn, drive the cars they drive, live in the houses they live in. MY WANTS brought me there, MY WANTS make me learn, MY WANTS make me persevere, MY WANTS kept me going. what's your wants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it does not matter if u Know u're good... but if u think u're good yet u dun have the guts to walk out, then obviously - u're not as certain of how good u really are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as u said "vacancy &amp;amp; performance"... &lt;strong&gt;IF u're good - vacancy is created for u&lt;/strong&gt;. If u're good - pple will pay to headhunt and tie u down to Long contracts before u even perform. If u're good, u would want short contracts, not perm positions... becos it'll always leave your options open, and headhunters are just counting down towards the end of your contract... in the final 3mths, u will start getting calls... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;unfortunately, many like yourself and others... are living in a world where u've been conditioned to Wait or Hope for vacancies, but do not know how to create your own chances. many perform to the mark and expect rewards, when this world - u are rewarded for performing BEYOND wat's expected. if your boss dun go "wow", why should u be wowed by the company???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unquote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pondering*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5611687410668238801?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5611687410668238801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5611687410668238801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/06/enlighten-by-uncle-powder-again.html' title='Enlighten by Uncle Powder again...'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5589886517403151961</id><published>2009-06-08T08:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:41:04.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Suspense Thriller~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SixsJYCxQCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gg_awHVebT0/s1600-h/stateofplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344765766110625826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SixsJYCxQCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gg_awHVebT0/s400/stateofplay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met up with the weekenders kakee(s) for dinner and movie yesterday night.. Since it was a belated celebration for Cindy's Birthday, we didn’t stay in for mahjiong this time; we went for a movie and to Fish and Co. for dinner! It's hard to decide on which movie to watch because all of us are quite a movie go-er; hence I didn't get my choice of films because the others have already watched it and vice versa. In the end, we all decided on "State of Play". We didn't know what movie it is but proceeded to try our luck... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good, maybe because we made the right choices of 3 side dishes to share... Mushroom Salad (我们是菇人), Mussels in Lemon &amp;amp; Butter Sauce (the sauce is so damn finger licking good) and Grilled Calamari... One word: SHIOK! We had our own main dish and were all very satisfied with the dinner. We walked back to Plaza Sing from Park Mall with a lighted cigarette to aid in digestion. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to mention that the bouquet of flowers that Adrian hand-made for Cindy is super nice! A pity that I cannot upload and post the pictures now because I didn’t have my camera with me in the office now… =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic of movie, one word: Good. I was so attracted to Ben Affleck and dear kept whispering to me that Russell Crowe is so macho! ~,~&lt;br /&gt;A very good suspense thriller with a clever twist to the ending! Worth a catch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5589886517403151961?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5589886517403151961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5589886517403151961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-suspense-thriller.html' title='A Good Suspense Thriller~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SixsJYCxQCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gg_awHVebT0/s72-c/stateofplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4627837664048833213</id><published>2009-06-03T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:52:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the See Family Gathers!</title><content type='html'>大姑 was back from Hongkong last week and we had a little gathering at Sin Ming’s beer garden last Friday. As usual, had our normal doze of beer, food, laughter and ‘suan-ing(s)’. haha! When it was time to part, we didn’t feel like it, so we all planned to have another gathering last Monday. 大姑 wanted BBQ, but we all rejected citing reasons that it has been a decade since we go KTV together. So, we had our once in a decade KTV gathering at Yishun Safra’s Party World. It was a total different experience to go KTV with a bunch of relatives as compared to a bunch of friends who are kala fanatics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342942818293409010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SiXyL2OaZPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2f_BxH5MJD4/s400/IMG_1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342942818376520370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SiXyL2iOkrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ks2PxMT2IV4/s400/IMG_1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Snacks and a bottle of Gordon Blue were smuggled in and we 干掉 the snacks within minutes! The liquor was the best special drink of the night. A night of oldies and only a short session of mando-pop was permitted. The most memorable part was when Ivy (my sister) sang a few boring songs and ¾ of the room went out of the room for a smoke break once she started singing. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342943961165146274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SiXzOXwRKKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EMMXYuDKf5E/s400/smugg%3Bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342943957326276226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SiXzOJdApoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b2AxsPbzELk/s400/choco+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342943956200090066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SiXzOFQgadI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4hS4y18yDvE/s400/0-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342943965097407138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SiXzOmZysqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5gJ4qHTH7sk/s400/KTV-grp.jpg" border="0" /&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/6183392365410647491-4627837664048833213?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4627837664048833213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4627837664048833213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-see-family-gathers.html' title='When the See Family Gathers!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SiXyL2OaZPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2f_BxH5MJD4/s72-c/IMG_1209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5512062884999113385</id><published>2009-05-19T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:37:29.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse Hunt</title><content type='html'>I have never thought that mouse can be so cute and versatile in being transformed/designed into another heroic form until I play the game ‘Mouse Hunt’ on Facebook. Initially I thought it is another boring ‘clicking game’ whereby I just click to level up, but I was wrong. I chanced upon its wiki site and I realize there are quests available for me to explore. Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MouseHunt is a popular application on Facebook that uses passive gameplay to help the player, referred to as the hunter, catch mice with a variety of traps in order to earn experience points and gold.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favourite Traps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337357943267167394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/ShIaxVeMjKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ThQ6UYHk_Iw/s400/Zugzwang%27s+Last+Move.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Throughout the years Wizard Zugzwang's creations have been spread across the Gnawnia Kingdom, being traded between experienced hunters and trapsmith. Zugzwang enchanted the pieces of his chess set to create a trap weapon capable of combating the clever mice in his tower. The pieces of this weapon come to life when a mouse approaches the trap's bait; the battle that follows is quick and decisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337357942371317586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/ShIaxSIm91I/AAAAAAAAAPY/NbHhzTR9UHY/s400/ambush+trap.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This peaceful setting for tea and a light snack appears to be the perfect spot for war-hardened mice to pause for some peaceful rest and meditation. Yet behind a thin paper wall lies a robot ambush of epic proportions! The loyal droids follow the will of their controlling hunter to either capture and exile mice or use their high speed reflexes for a heavy battle that is sure to erupt into various explosions and montages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse that I have caught:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337358228736379282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/ShIbB87XCZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JzEVvsucqOM/s400/mouse+tally.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Favourite Mouse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337358363389911298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/ShIbJyjQ4QI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3uEE1eW0w_I/s400/assassin+mouse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337358369647303922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/ShIbKJ3JHPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jgvi0p1X0RQ/s400/gold+mouse.JPG" border="0" /&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/6183392365410647491-5512062884999113385?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5512062884999113385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5512062884999113385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/05/mouse-hunt.html' title='Mouse Hunt'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/ShIaxVeMjKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ThQ6UYHk_Iw/s72-c/Zugzwang%27s+Last+Move.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-2162504282106067110</id><published>2009-05-12T10:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:48:10.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day and Happy Birthday to Dad</title><content type='html'>Dad’s birthday is always around mother’s day’s corner, so we celebrate both dad’s bday and mother’s day together every year… 2-in-1 saves us a bit money… hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister and I brainstormed on where to bring them for dinner this time and we listed out quite a number of restaurants.. 70% of them are Japanese cuisine… In the end, I decide to let her make the decision and I regretted giving her the empowerment. Zzz… I tried to change the venue to my favorite 煮炒 (chi char) stall at Geylang Lor 23 (新山哑明煮炒; ah beng chi char) but was overthrown… -__-”&lt;br /&gt;Mum called me and requested to go AMK for shark's head feast... TMD.. ji tao tio kan by me la... why are people still eating endangered species??? With demand, there will be supplies of course.. I cant stop people from eating the poor sharkies, can only chip in my best efforts in conserving them... shit those who love shark fins (which is in fact a tasteless dish).. usually those people who eat shark's fins are those who wana show off that they are of a higher status whom can afford it... cold blooded idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the sister chose a super yucky Singaporean based Japanese buffet restaurant, Sakura. 他妈的! Not cheap, sucky food and chaotic crowd. Citing that they serve nonya food (which is supposed to be a ‘wow’ factor) as her reason on why Sakura was chosen. The only thing that is good is the blackcurrent drink… the rest are just so-so… Anyway, it’s the companion that matters more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With smoke breaks in between, we took quite a few crappy pictures outside the restaurant and everyone is obliged to pose an ugly expression. Dear whipped out his ‘pro’ tripod from his car boot and we starting taking multiple shots, aka 五连拍!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334760786627017138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Sgjgq7CWObI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SHqNDeNWwPI/s400/craps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-2162504282106067110?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2162504282106067110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2162504282106067110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-and-happy-birthday-to.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day and Happy Birthday to Dad'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Sgjgq7CWObI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SHqNDeNWwPI/s72-c/craps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-2716522895929193378</id><published>2009-04-30T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:06:48.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Read</title><content type='html'>Interesting Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Sfk_3ZMOIOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EwoOZ4LZ7aA/s1600-h/wow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330361854857191650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Sfk_3ZMOIOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EwoOZ4LZ7aA/s400/wow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6183392365410647491-2716522895929193378?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2716522895929193378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2716522895929193378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesting-read.html' title='An Interesting Read'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Sfk_3ZMOIOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EwoOZ4LZ7aA/s72-c/wow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-3519250162840709566</id><published>2009-04-21T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:02:43.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz another day~</title><content type='html'>Restaurant City (RC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game by PlayFish which got me &amp;amp; the bf addicted to... haha.. we login everyday (even in office) to tend to our restaurant.. Trading ingredients to level up the menu as well as earning $ and experience points. Even my friends and colleagues are addicted to it.. once there was a maintenance at night and my friends called and msn me to ask if i can login to RC. LOL. They heaved a sense of relief after i told them, Me too cant login! Gamers... ~_~ haha! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327017908541820994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Se1ekGbHkEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BmXgPnGdxPQ/s400/antcancook.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JB trip...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accompanied mummy to JB yesterday to fix her teeth, it was her last appointment. The dentist @ polyclinic quoted her S$3.5k but she paid only RM$1.8k for the same service in Johor. Huge difference isn’t it? I was worried if the dentist in JB is trustable; luckily the dentist has a good reputation throughout his 20+ years there and is a Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for her teeth to be fixed, darling and I went to wash his car. It’s time to get his car clean up thoroughly. We decided to try out the one behind the dental clinic instead of going to the one he always visits. For RM $10, the job was done thoroughly well. 6 bangalas cleaning one spot each and the 老板娘 will inspect every spot before handing the car keys back to the owner. Good!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327020308539795714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Se1gvzHOaQI/AAAAAAAAAOw/CX54rP7U1_k/s400/24032009+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327020314617657122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Se1gwJwTNyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oBKzcmeb660/s400/24032009+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327020313424267698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Se1gwFTxibI/AAAAAAAAAPA/eFsQo7Z9-HM/s400/24032009+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Giant to shop and we bought so many things back. haha.. so happy... i bought alot of cuttlefish back.. YummY! Went to our favourite restaurant: 竹林 for Emperor Chicken. Damn Shiok! Cheap &amp;amp; Good food is what i like in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6183392365410647491-3519250162840709566?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3519250162840709566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3519250162840709566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/04/juz-another-day.html' title='Juz another day~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/Se1ekGbHkEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BmXgPnGdxPQ/s72-c/antcancook.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-8101311726337857758</id><published>2009-04-14T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:59:27.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakaway???</title><content type='html'>A time to reflect and re-evaluate my life, family, friends and many more. A human needs to go for medical check up once in a blue moon, my current lifestyle and relationship needs one too. *waiting for the report of my ‘health’s status*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(evaluating, reflecting, evaluating, reflecting, struggling, reflecting, summarizing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心声：Kelly Clarkson – Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwkM_BBUtk8&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/uwkM_BBUtk8&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;Dreaming of what I could be&lt;br /&gt;And if I'd end up happy, I would pray (to 老天爷)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to reach out&lt;br /&gt;But when I'd try to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Felt like no one could hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to belong here&lt;br /&gt;But something felt so wrong here (that’s why I’m re-evaluating my life)&lt;br /&gt;So I pray, I could breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky &lt;br /&gt;And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway(and I believe I WILL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I loved&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;br /&gt;Sleep under a palm tree&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rush of the ocean (I wana go DIVING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get onboard a fast train&lt;br /&gt;Travel on a jet plane, far away&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget all the ones that I loved&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buildings with a hundred floors&lt;br /&gt;Swinging 'round revolving doors&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep moving on, moving on&lt;br /&gt;Fly away, breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye (Sayonara!)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget the place I come from&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-8101311726337857758?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8101311726337857758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8101311726337857758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/04/breakaway.html' title='Breakaway???'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-6678690982118207839</id><published>2009-04-08T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:43:09.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>阿桑病逝</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i read one of my friend's shout out on facebook in disbelief. "Ah Sang died this morning due to breast cancer". I couldnt believe my eyes, i just sang her song last KTV last weekend.  I went Baidu to search for her news and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;台湾歌手阿桑在4月6日早上八点半，病逝于新店慈济医院，享年34岁。据悉，阿桑为人低调，好友对其生病的事一直不太清楚。但是，搜狐娱乐通过她的博客发现，早在去年六月份，阿桑就已经知道自己的身体情况欠佳，撰写博文鼓励自己。阿桑去世的消息一经发布，便有网友第一时间前去留言悼念。&lt;br /&gt;阿桑发布最后一篇博文时间是2008年6月10日，距今已将近十个月，名为《桑影出没》，内容几有短短的几行：“是我來了，我好了，清醒了，出现了，快乐了，能见人了，但是………………再等我几天!我知道的”虽然并未直接说明，但是字里行间可以看出，阿桑当时身体出现了问题，通过一段时间休养已经有所好转，她很坚强的鼓励自己要清醒、快乐，同时让歌迷再等她几天，大概是准备在身体调养好后推出新的专辑。据悉，阿桑是于去年10月份被确认癌症晚期的，撰写博客时也许并未料到病情的严重性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was confirmed that Ah sang was diagnosed with breast cancer at terminal stage in October last year. It's only 6 months. 人生短短几十年, i hope she has lived a fulfilling life and has left this world with no regrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting a fellow forumer's words which i find it so true...&lt;br /&gt;"dying early is not scary... dying without a purposeful fulfilling life with no legacy nor testimonial with no-one even caring for your existence/non-existence - THAT'S SCARY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a japanese drama based on a true story i watched - 1 litre of tears...&lt;br /&gt;Live life fulfilingly and to the fullest each day; if you were to die tomorrow, at least you do not have much regrets on things you haven do when you say goodbye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just listened to 叶子 again and it waked my goosebumps.... brrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUXOLy0OEg0&amp;hl=ja&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/ZUXOLy0OEg0&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-6678690982118207839?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6678690982118207839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6678690982118207839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='阿桑病逝'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-2420683950897247889</id><published>2009-03-31T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:27:54.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old is Old?</title><content type='html'>I am so irritated and annoyed by people who keep telling me that they are old already when they are only in their mid towards late 20s. WTF? What do I call a 70 year old man then??? Young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think mid 20s – late 30s is the peak of the life. As a teen, you can’t really do much; no career no money, depend on parents for allowance and a roof over the head. In the 20s, you start to build your career, not financially stable yet but at least you reach the legal drinking, smoking &amp;amp; clubbing age. At 30s, finance is more stable and majority will own a car license. You get to fulfill your dream and plan for yourself. So what the fuck is old when you are only 25yrs old? Classic examples I encountered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Go diving? I too old for that la… I 35 already lei…&lt;br /&gt;In my mind: fuck u la… 35 is considered as old? den pls go check yourself into a coffin and 等死! I’m not asking to go for somersault class lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study? How to? Me reaching 40s lei.. The knowledge just cant get into my mind la..&lt;br /&gt;In my mind: shit you. Then stop complaining on why you never get a chance to be promoted. Cos you never bother to upgrade yourself. Tooooo old to get promoted anyway. Since its always TOOOOO OLD for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get married by the age of 25. Cos ah, after 25 is very old already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Never get married for the sake of getting married. To me, at the age of 25 is the time to enjoy freedom, not commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is ‘old’ a usual excuse to reject people? Come on la, what century are we in now? Just say “sorry I am not interested” which is short, simple and clear. Just admit it if you are lazy, don’t say too old for this or that. Even an ah ma at the age of 80 is still going for her driving test, what the fuck is 25/35/45 years old? Huh huh huh? 活到老学到老!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s never too old for anything you are interested in. Unless you’re talking about the extreme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-2420683950897247889?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2420683950897247889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2420683950897247889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-old-is-old.html' title='How Old is Old?'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5995708953156172958</id><published>2009-03-23T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:13:45.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming Dayz.</title><content type='html'>I spotted 3 big and 2 small pimples on my face yesterday night... My goodness...&lt;br /&gt;Ever since  i was back chionging maple, i stopped my daily routine of toning and moisturing my face.. pores are enlarging and eye circle is becoming darker day by day... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet some other maplers whom i haven met in real life before on sat night, such a conincident that one of the maplers is my secondary school mate.. wahaha... small small world..&lt;br /&gt;As usual, chatted till wee hours before going home to catch my beauty sleep.. too tired yesterday and missed one hour of 4x in the evening... Went 2 rounds of zak after my dinner at 10.30pm. Few main attackers left after the first round and the attackers for 2nd round was a 177 bowmaster, 13x captain, 12x nightlord and a 187 bishop. Down zak in 50mins, not back la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrolled 3 helms, used up all 10 scrolls and ROI = zero. F7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague sent me this link to brush up my photography skill.. i find it quite useful... Just to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cheapshooter.com/category/photo-guides/photo-tutorials/"&gt;http://www.cheapshooter.com/category/photo-guides/photo-tutorials/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5995708953156172958?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5995708953156172958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5995708953156172958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/03/gaming-dayz.html' title='Gaming Dayz.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-3110757016430499087</id><published>2009-03-20T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:09:13.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Camera~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/ScN5MWvgFiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bM3m2DdLuCA/s1600-h/canon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315225238397523490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/ScN5MWvgFiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bM3m2DdLuCA/s400/canon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the IT show last weekend and bought a camera for myself - Canon Ixus 95 IS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keke.. am so happy.. i finally have one camera to bring around everywhere i go and for a diving trip as well.. the next thing i'm gonna get is the underwater casing... hee hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far this camera has served me very well... very satisfied with it... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-3110757016430499087?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3110757016430499087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3110757016430499087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-camera.html' title='My New Camera~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/ScN5MWvgFiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bM3m2DdLuCA/s72-c/canon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5430573020373277852</id><published>2009-03-06T10:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:25:18.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla Bla Bla</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, EK gave me a pair of movie money which expires on the 28th Feb. So Darz and I went to J8 to catch a free movie; Slumdog Millionare. It is a super good show which well deserve the 8 Oscar awards. This is the first Indian movie I watched in a theatre and I was sitting upright throughout the show. Not a moment was I distracted and neither was I feeling sleepy at any point of time. GOOOOOD SHOW, Good Plot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309893993770815218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SbCIdE2wjvI/AAAAAAAAANI/_x-JY3YBoPk/s400/Slumdog_Millionaire_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "Slumdog Millionaire" is the story of Jamal Malik, an 18 year-old orphan from the slums of Mumbai, who is about to experience the biggest day of his life. With the whole nation watching, he is just one question away from winning a staggering 20 million rupees on India's "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" But when the show breaks for the night, police arrest him on suspicion of cheating; how could a street kid know so much? Desperate to prove his innocence, Jamal tells the story of his life in the slum where he and his brother grew up, of their adventures together on the road, of vicious encounters with local gangs, and of Latika, the girl he loved and lost. Each chapter of his story reveals the key to the answer to one of the game show's questions. Intrigued by Jamal's story, the jaded Police Inspector begins to wonder what a young man with no apparent desire for riches is really doing on this game show. When the new day dawns and Jamal returns to answer the final question, the Inspector and sixty million viewers are about to find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I wanted to go home to train my LovelyAnt but was tempted by my colleagues to go try out the new Japanese Restaurant at Liang Court. She said that it’s her favourite restaurant when she stayed in Japan (she studied and stayed in Japan for 5years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We order a few side dishes and 2 main courses to share (the Free Flow drinks bar with wide varieties of drinks is at $3.88 only). I took out my lousy camera phone ready to take pictures of the food, but the food was too yummy and I kept forgetting to take pictures of it, only managed to snap a picture of the menu. =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896793619582994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SbCLADGuUBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5T1Rk9Td-g0/s400/saizeirya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning, I went to smoke with my small boss and told him I went to Saizeirya for dinner yesterday, he immediately nodded in agreement with me that the food is Good and Cheap even in Japan. Saizairya is one of the most popular casual dining restaurants in Japan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home to help one of the buddies in her Genesis quest before training for one hour or so. After drowning in the Skeletons, I was bored and decided to try solo-ing the Papu Clock. Haha! Finally Bishop can be a main attacker too ok? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt to solo a small boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis-ing the bombs as they actually aided the Papu to heal its HP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897232261903858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SbCLZlLM9fI/AAAAAAAAANY/foxZ_n_l7Pc/s400/genesis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Papu Clock downed but the experience points doesn’t seem attractive. -_-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897242060021058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 31px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SbCLaJrQXUI/AAAAAAAAANg/PkIhTMjuCH4/s400/exp+-+papu+clk+down.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This Papu was flying around frantically but heng I managed to pin it stationally with my newly acquired skill: Angel Ray. F3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897250663131938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SbCLapuZayI/AAAAAAAAANo/jjSfxoS0988/s400/successful+attempt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My first attempt is successful. *Proud Face* keke…. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897254200842866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SbCLa252mnI/AAAAAAAAANw/CGvpmIS4QBY/s400/happy.JPG" border="0" /&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/6183392365410647491-5430573020373277852?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5430573020373277852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5430573020373277852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/03/bla-bla-bla.html' title='Bla Bla Bla'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SbCIdE2wjvI/AAAAAAAAANI/_x-JY3YBoPk/s72-c/Slumdog_Millionaire_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5907424902248138838</id><published>2009-03-04T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:13:20.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who SILENCED THE WORLD at the UN for 6 MINUTES</title><content type='html'>Please spare 6mins to listen to her speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=63865811753&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=63865811753&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even when we have more then enough, we're afraid to share, afraid to let go some of our wealth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a child living on the street has Nothing and is willing to Share, why are we who have everything still so greedy?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5907424902248138838?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5907424902248138838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5907424902248138838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-who-silenced-world-at-un-for-6.html' title='The Girl Who SILENCED THE WORLD at the UN for 6 MINUTES'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4895486843917127265</id><published>2009-03-02T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:24:35.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Compatibility</title><content type='html'>From the olden times, lovemaking is a very sacred thing between Married couples but a very unclean thing between Singles. Do you recall the phrase “进猪笼” from Chinese TV dramas? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I remember a teacher once told us that Virginity is something we have to protect and not lose it during dating times because it should be saved for our beloved one on the wedding night for consummation. He gave an analogy citing that we would all love to receive a present which is BRAND NEW and untouched because nobody will like a used present.&lt;br /&gt;So your future husband/wife is a gift from God to you and your virginity is a present to him/her (same thing goes to the other party who is marrying you). Erm, sounds logical???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a different opinion against this conventional thinking and I think it is BULLSHIT loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我反对婚前性行为!” Fark this sentence la…. I feel that it is OK for 婚前性行为 between ADULTS as long as protection measures are used. During dating times, you hold hands, you kiss and you hug. You feel that the both of you are so compatible in terms of personality and tempers but how about the compatibility in bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first timers, although the guys might (I use the word ‘might’ and not ‘must’ because I give the minority of guys the benefit of doubt that they have never done it before) have watched pornography before and has a rough idea of how to go about doing ‘it’ during the first time hence being able to ‘guide’ the wife, but imagine the furthest the couple has gone through during dating time was only kissing, wouldn’t they feel nervous and the atmosphere being tense during consummation??? Hmmm… *putting myself in the shoe* it might be so awkward for me although I have been looking forward to the wedding night for him to untie the ribbon on me and devour me! Wahahaha. Exciting man! Anyway, it is supposed to be a special night isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;But I will enjoy the night even more if I have done it with my partner before because we will more or less know what to expect from each other in bed minimizing the cause for disappointment unless he puke in the bed from the drinking during the banquet la. Then i will smack him right in the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you decide if the both of you are sexually compatible? Because he/she is the one you love? Or sex is not a vital point in marriage? I just realize that there are woman who has been in a few years marriage but has NEVER experience orgasm. Sad. Is making love just a process to make babies with the mentality of getting it over and done with? NO LOH! Making love is a session to bond your love and not solely for the purpose of making baby. It is a GOOOOOD exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you buy laptop or television, you will try it at the store first before you decide if you want to make the purchase tio bo? Same thing; Dating time = trial period. If ok den move on with marriage, but you tried ‘everything’ except for the sex part, what if you didn’t feel good in bed after tying the knot? Then that’s it liao, you either commit adultery (that’s when you think you found someone who is compatible in all aspect) which is the BIGGEST taboo in a marriage or you go Geylang catch chicken to satisfy your fantasy jeopardizing your marriage. Ah boh… you LUN (hokkien) loh. For the laptop/television, at least you still have warranty leh. Can make one-to-one exchange. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary and in my honest opinion, it is not a bad thing to engage in a sexually active relationship before marriage. At least you get to explore every aspect of your partner before confirming that he/she is the right one! Then again, everything is subjected to changes, he/she maybe the right one for now but not for ever. Marriage doesn’t guarantee that your partner will never change or change for the better. Signing the paper is just embossing an invisible tattoo on your partner indicating: YOU ARE MINE and let’s start saving up for the HDB loan and kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4895486843917127265?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4895486843917127265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4895486843917127265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/03/sexual-compatibility.html' title='Sexual Compatibility'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7855579814463602288</id><published>2009-02-23T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:31:40.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zakum~~~</title><content type='html'>As per my previous blog posts, I am back in Maple in Dec 08 and have since gotten my HornTail Pendent and Egg. The only thing that I am dying for right now is my base skill book; Angel Ray! I have set aside 18 skill points for it currently. Haha~ Been to over 10 sessions of Zakum but none has drop the base book for Angel Ray…. Wo Shi Suey bong bong~ I still remember my Zakum Helmet was achieved by myself on the 22nd November 2006 at around 4.15am. During those days, it was very difficult to enter the altar as there was no such thing as Squad List / Timetable. Not easy to defeat the stationary Zakum as well because the party inside might not be strong enough. On that fateful night, I started spamming the ‘up’ button at 8pm and took a nap till 2am (ok… 6 hrs is not exactly a nap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes, I saw the screen of my monitor went dark and I panicked; I thought I got disconnected, but luckily it wasn’t so. I got into the altar and began clicking on every character that entered the Altar successfully to determine if the party is strong. I smiled to myself and was assured that the Zakum will be defeated. After 2hours of fight, my little Lovely Panda looted one helmet for me and I jumped in joy. That night, I was too happy and couldn’t go back to dreamland. I stayed awake till the next morning, still smiling to myself. Haha! Last few weeks, after achieving my pendent and egg, I don’t have the same feeling anymore. Maybe it is because there is such a service that helps players achieve whatever they want hence there is no sense of satisfaction and achievement like before. Anyway, I am still glad that I managed to get the ‘egg’. LOL. Am chionging level(s) nowadays and will start slacking when I have to concentrate on my studies. Japanese Language Course &amp;amp; Corp. Secretarial Course will start in March and July respectively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7855579814463602288?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7855579814463602288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7855579814463602288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/02/zakum.html' title='Zakum~~~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-1710465654272222524</id><published>2009-02-19T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:39:45.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple: V-Day Love Notes Event</title><content type='html'>Wahahahaha! I am one of the winners for the event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SZzUbBLIfSI/AAAAAAAAANA/FvcW4Fm9PRU/s1600-h/yay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304348021772287266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SZzUbBLIfSI/AAAAAAAAANA/FvcW4Fm9PRU/s400/yay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6183392365410647491-1710465654272222524?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1710465654272222524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1710465654272222524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/02/maple-v-day-love-notes-event.html' title='Maple: V-Day Love Notes Event'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SZzUbBLIfSI/AAAAAAAAANA/FvcW4Fm9PRU/s72-c/yay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-6359393300950463070</id><published>2009-02-18T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:34:29.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>讲话语!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I’ve always been a 半桶水 in both English and Mandarin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I called a law firm in Taiwan to ask for a certified true copy invoice to be sent to me so I can proceed with the payment. I told her I need a hard copy of invoice as my accounting dept cannot make payment with the PDF one, but my tongue was tied. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed my brain and drained every drop of the juice in it trying to communicate with the friendly PIC in mandarin. In the end, I managed to convey my message over with a mixture of English and Mandarin conversation. Luckily she understands what is Hard Copy, Soft copy, Invoice and Courier. Phew! Btw, what are these words in mandarin huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My division now is a little quiet as a few of them went on a business trip. Small boss came back with a large packet of Korean Seaweed and flew off to Bangkok yesterday. Big boss came back with a box of butter cookies from Tokyo for each of us and flew off to Korea. Second boss sighed because he needs to fly to New Delhi next week. Haha! He just didn’t like the place, the people and the food in India. Poor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Japanese bosses from Tokyo flew in for a meeting and gave me a box of snack. I thought to myself; Huh? Butter cookies again??? I tear the wrapper and gave a F6 expression. Banana butter cookie. 0_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303960097181604498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SZtzm1dbGpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6wl7BDCnBEk/s400/banana+pie.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I tried one and couldn’t help reaching for another one right after I munched the first. Wow! It’s super yummy! At first bite, its butter taste but after awhile, the aroma of banana filled my mouth. Wooot. *Reaching out for the last pack of it.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-6359393300950463070?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6359393300950463070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6359393300950463070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_18.html' title='讲话语!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SZtzm1dbGpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6wl7BDCnBEk/s72-c/banana+pie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-8669270851864616086</id><published>2009-02-09T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:23:54.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>重出江湖</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a very happy weekend last Saturday and Sunday, back to the good old mapling days.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I had never regretted playing or to be exact, got addicted to Maple Story. It gave me wonderful memory and never failed to bring laughter when I was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bubu jie’s house and had a little gathering with the ex-EvilSaintz members. We never fail to chat endlessly about maple la… haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I returned to Maple in Dec 2008, I am once again addicted to it although my TMA 32 (I think) earring and TMA 20+ glove are lost. I do not mind spending hundreds of dollar just to rebuild my character; it is worth it (at least to me). Added back most of my buddies and a few of them are surprised to see me back in action. Haha! I am glad that most of them still remembers me and had also generously lent a helping hand. I got my HT necklace and am waiting for my turn to be ‘egged’. I will proudly post a ss of my egged Horntail necklace after I receive it in about one week’s time. F3. Tonight, I will scroll Maple Warrior book 2. heh heh, thanks to ‘Brad’ who negotiated the price. On Wednesday, I will scroll my Zakum helmet. Wish me luck pl0x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had already got the bags I wanted, I shall not buy bags again because I want to save this money to rebuild my LovelyAnt to a powderful Ant. LOL. Of course, I will need to level up fast to pump my Genesis and MW skill. Chiong ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………………. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Update: i failed 2 books of maple warrior 2 ytd night... sob si...... T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-8669270851864616086?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8669270851864616086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8669270851864616086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='重出江湖'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-2433610970255238195</id><published>2009-02-05T11:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:46:14.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy site inspection experience at St. Regis.</title><content type='html'>I am blogging with Microsoft word in office now because I don’t wana look too obvious doing ‘illegal’ thing. Haha! So today’s post is cut and paste from my word document. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure most of the residents in Spore has heard of St. Regis, the new ‘prestigious’ (I will explain why I ‘bracket’ it later) hotel in town. Colleagues and I (total 6 of us for the 1st batch) were invited to go over for a site inspection and a dinner, thinking that it will be a good experience I went. Boy! I was so wrong; this is the WORST hotel inspection I have attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales director (ya, this someone with lousy PR skill is a director ok?) who is in charge of our account is SL. She seems to be in her mid 40s with thick make up, ugly eye shadow and fake smiles. Hey, no matter how many times you smile to us, we can still sense that it is a Fake one. Hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, she made us, THE CUSTOMER waited for 15mins just because she is in a meeting. She agreed to meet us at 6pm, so she should have scheduled her meeting to end before the said time! We encountered the same thing at Raffles Hotel the other time, but at least the sales person got her assistant to treat us drinks at the bar while waiting. Make us feel good and we shut up, tio bo? Hrmpf! FYI, We never waited more then 5mins for the sales person to greet us when we reach the other hotels.&lt;br /&gt;We then told each other that it is ok; let’s try to be understanding even though we knew she is trying to 耍打牌 because it is tooooo obvious. We waited at the lobby all along before she finally came over to greet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lobby – so-so nia. Not grand nor beautiful. Lose to Shangri-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299176941271355122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SYp1WhJrjvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hQnonlxq9Oo/s400/lobby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room - It's really gorgeous, but i still prefer Ritz Carlton's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299184918300924082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SYp8m15vGLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PdnwzdgPtIk/s400/room+-+bed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cosy mood lighting in the room, you can change the 'mood' of the lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299184924386495586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SYp8nMkpjGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/F0G1Z-NlU94/s400/couch+in+room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couch in the room.. nice hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299185415633627970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SYp9DynF60I/AAAAAAAAAMo/83h8dFpInDs/s400/toilet.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The coolest thing in the bathroom is the tv in a mirror. Cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: my camera phone sucks la.. so its blur and the lighting of the picture is bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing the rooms, function rooms, spa facilities and swimming pool, we went to the duno what ahchipalia restaurant... i was hoping to go Yan Ting for dinner but i think she cannot afford to entertain us there la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for the first time, we were not offered any drinks for dinner.... we had only ice water throughout and tea after dessert. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the food.... worst then a buffet restaurant loh. She order 4 pizzas to share and mind you, all the 4 pizzas are of the same!!! Duh.... Furthermore, it is topped with beef slices and she didn’t even bother to check if there is anyone who cannot take beef. Nothing nice during the dinner at all. The worst is her attitude and replies to us which were very annoying.. i shall narrate it here in dialogue form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: (asking one by one) What dept are you from? How many meeting is usually held?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jen and I replied that we were from Corporate Division (I am from Legal and Jen is from HR), she immediately skipped us and went on to the next colleague. We felt upset and angry at the same time. Why? A corporate division has got no guest visits or no meeting? I booked at least 20 rooms for 2 nights each at Pan-Pacific Hotel in December, 5 rooms at Marina Mandarin and another 5 rooms at M Hotel. Although it is not a lot as compared to the business units, but at least I am also a customer and a guest wad. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: Oh i will send a Bentley over to fetch your guest over. Btw, do you know how does a Bently looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of us: -______________________-" *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart: Yeh of cos we know la, you think Mitsui is a tiny weeny little company and the staffs are sua ku ah? Nowadays TAXI also got Bently la.. u think we dont watch news, read the papers or surf internet de meh? Pui pui pui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-2433610970255238195?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2433610970255238195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2433610970255238195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/02/lousy-site-inspection-experience-at-st.html' title='Lousy site inspection experience at St. Regis.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SYp1WhJrjvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hQnonlxq9Oo/s72-c/lobby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4493505158104544252</id><published>2009-01-30T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:15:57.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was supposed to meet up with Elea to catch up. It has been ages since we last met and through Facebook, seems like she is dealing with quite a bit of problems.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we couldn’t meet up because I changed my number and she changed hers, best part is, we didn’t exchange our new contacts while confirming our date on facebook, hence I met a wasted trip to Paragon. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet darling and we went Whampo Market for dinner followed by a game of mahjiong.&lt;br /&gt;I am so irritated with people who have no sense of initiative AT ALL. If you do play mahjiong, you will know that we have to throw the dice to determine where we should start drawing tiles. (eg. 5, 9, 13, 17 is to start from the dealer) If you are a season player, you will know where to ‘cut’ the tiles from without counting. And this guy says he doesn’t know how and it’s a waste of time to count which is not a problem with me because the other players as well as I, myself don’t have to count. We have already memorized it by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few rounds, we started chatting among the 3 of us and this guy kept repeating that the sum of the dice is number 9. As we were engrossed in our conversation, we ignored him initially when he was constantly repeating 999999999999. After he caught our attention, I felt so irritated and said “9 is yourself la, wa lan you cannot count ah?”. For goodness sake, it is only number 9 and he can try counting to determine where he should start drawing from and not wait for people to tell him exactly where. Damn fcuking lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t such people try to challenge the problem first and then starts asking for help if he/she really can’t get it? I dislike such people who keep asking how how how without even trying or thinking. What is their brain for? 煮来吃也没有用，因为会害到别人越吃越笨. 吃猪脑都比较补。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4493505158104544252?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4493505158104544252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4493505158104544252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-99654373924810247</id><published>2009-01-20T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:05:25.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored~</title><content type='html'>Finished and cleared my work in the morning and begin slacking till now... *Yawnz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored and decided to do these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dragonflycave.com/wpay/alakazam.gif" alt="I am an Alakazam!" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-99654373924810247?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/99654373924810247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/99654373924810247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='Bored~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7122260869211551152</id><published>2009-01-14T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:35:27.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SW1PEloVDZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9oRMHe7iO9o/s1600-h/blog_uncle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290972077469535634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SW1PEloVDZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9oRMHe7iO9o/s400/blog_uncle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was enjoying my chicken cutlet at the coffeeshop yesterday and suddenly I felt a few drops of cold water on my hand. I looked up and realized the coffeeshop uncle (he’s the boss I guess) held a mug of cold water in his hand which was used to splatter it onto the old uncle who dozed off. My first reaction was why the coffeeshop boss did this to the poor old uncle who was just sitting there motionlessly. “So bad”, I murmured to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then fixed my eyes to the television which was showing 心花朵朵开, again the coffeeshop boss popped into the frame of my view talking rudely to the old uncle. “An zhua, buey song ah?” The uncle didn’t say anything, he reached out for a packet of tissue and started wiping his arms and pants which was wet. My heart sank while I watched him drying himself. I couldn’t understand why the coffeeshop boss did this to him as he did not create any nuisance or trouble. He was just sitting there dozing off with a cup of Kopi-o and a packet of cigarette. At this point of time, I wanted to reach out my hand to help but I don’t know what I can do. I don’t know anything about this old uncle and the coffeeshop boss, I don’t know if this old uncle has a family taking care of him and I also don’t know if the old uncle and the coffeeshop boss are related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling and I left subsequently, while walking to the car I asked him why the old uncle is mistreated by the boss, it is so evil of the boss to splash a mug of cold water onto the uncle. Darling replied that the uncle might have been loitering at the coffeeshop all day long and sat there through out the evening affecting the business. “But he was just sitting there what, maybe he doesn’t have a home to return to? Can’t the coffeeshop boss let him rest there?”. “Ai ya, 生意人的想法和我们不一样的啦”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true? Where money is concern, there is no room for kinship or sympathy?&lt;br /&gt;I often see such things happen in dramas and movies, but I never thought it will also happen in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7122260869211551152?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7122260869211551152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7122260869211551152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-uncle.html' title='Poor Uncle'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SW1PEloVDZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9oRMHe7iO9o/s72-c/blog_uncle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-3633171487463535005</id><published>2009-01-09T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:42:32.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management</title><content type='html'>I have been reading through some arguments, discussions, debates and quotes from forums. Majority of it are enlightening and I couldn’t agree more to what the author wrote (typed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all (human beings) have got different levels of endurance and tolerance. Some people’s anger erupted quickly and faded fast, but others kept the anger in them for a long time. I was thinking to myself, sometimes it is only a trivial matter, but why was I so agitated and rebuked harshly and some drivers kept spitting vulgarities behind the steering wheels while driving.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there are indeed a handful of idiotic and inconsiderate drivers on the road, but is there a need to be impatient and curse them or their family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we reflect upon ourselves by being more open minded instead of putting blames on the others; they should do this this this and not that that that. Everyone has their own way of handling problems, own method of driving and own perspective of views; these are the differences that make every individual being different, no? If you are unhappy with the way he/she handles the problem, then move away from this person and settle it yourself? If you are pissed off with this driver going at a slow speed and hogging lane 1, why not just filter left and overtake instead of cursing and swearing? If you’re unhappy with the game developer, then stop playing it? If you’re unhappy with your boss, just work around him to get the job done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that easy to accept the fact, forgive the mistakes and forget the unhappiness. I don’t understand why so many people just love to grumble and complain then leave the matter(s) to remain stagnant and then coming back to complain it again 2/3 hrs, days or even weeks later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe and agree that faking Deaf and Ignorance to things/comments/remarks/articles that are unpleasant to our eyes or ears will make our lives happier and easier. No point debating or arguing for the sake of winning. I like to argue with people and being involved in a debate because while I was exchanging my thoughts, because I learn and gain knowledge with more insights on certain matters. Just like one forum-er shared, we need to apply the Art of being Deaf when we encounter people who love to comment insensitively and abruptly. No point getting angry over it tio boh? It is an art because you need to understand when to apply this Deaf-ness skill and when not to. You can’t possibly be deaf and mute when your boss is having a discussion with you. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my New Year resolution this year is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise regularly to stay fit and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Save a fix amount of $ monthly for trips and raining days.&lt;br /&gt;Most impt one: Be reminded and to achieve my New Year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe many people drafted their resolution at the beginning of each year and then forgot about it after 2 or 2 months. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-3633171487463535005?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3633171487463535005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3633171487463535005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2009/01/anger-management.html' title='Anger Management'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-3021342559200825167</id><published>2008-12-29T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:21:52.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Night~</title><content type='html'>Was back to Mapling these days and I even lost touch of maple. Forgot that i actually have a skill called teleport. Haha! Cant even teleport properly now.... dropping here and there hence took a bit longer to go where ever i wanted to. After looking at Dar's eqts, i noticed that i lost my total MA 30+ rose earring and total MA 19 glove.... duno who borrowed it or maybe i sold it 1.5yrs ago.. LOL... but not possible lei cos i had only 8m left in my account... anyway, doesnt really matter much... am just back in maple to pass time. I asked Dar to buy me a MA 18 glove and i promised i will return him the 36m mesos by installment... haha! He also passed me 20m mesos and i promised him a meal at Kuishi-bo (meas glutton in Japanese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mapling for like 5hrs, i decided to take a puff. Looked outside the window and a cool breeze blowing towards my face... quiet street out there with the rythem of darling's snore in the background. haha! I felt so peaceful, without the thought of working on a Monday and waking up early in the morning to clear my work. Shiok! But this is the last Sunday that i am going to enjoy. Gonna treasure this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-3021342559200825167?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3021342559200825167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3021342559200825167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/peaceful-night.html' title='Peaceful Night~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-6447966411767163767</id><published>2008-12-21T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:45:05.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess~</title><content type='html'>Hmm... i'm gonna be a little evil here so people who loves calling themselves a princess better exit this page right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know princess this word is erm.. lovely, sweet, classy and bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand why people likes to call themselves a princess when they have ugly character, bad personality, not pretty,  not slim and most imptly... doesnt look like a princess at all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept seeing people giving themselves nickname as Princess(name), CutePrincess, KawaiiPrince, LovelyPrincess and such.... why? Why choose Princess to represent yourself when you are in no way or doesnt even look like one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we dont have a rule or regulation to determine how someone fits the bill of calling herself a princess, but at least in my own dictionary and interpretation, princess is someone who is kind, sweet and pretty.  I feel like puking everytime this 2 particular person msn me and the box pops up with a not 'apettizing' photo with the nickname 'Princess(name)' or '(nice description) princess'.  Yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most people has a nickname or trademark which sort of represents themselves. I call myself ant/mayi because since secondary school my friends had the habit of calling just the last pronunciation of the name which is Ann. Subsequently they called me ant, then antz, and then mayi. Also because i am small size which is machiam the ant la... becoming a fat ant nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its none of my business whether people call themselves princess, king, queen, prince or whatever.. just wana whine a little bit about it... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... Yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine i call myself PrincessMayi... wa lan eh.. i cant even stand the thought of calling myself something like that... KAN PUA ER XIN LOH! Puweeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2more working days and i gonna slack for 2weeks before going back to the office.. heh heh... Shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i attended company's DnD on friday, so FUN!!!! But sad as all the pictures taken were lost... sobs... all the memories gone... no way am i able to turn back the time to take those pictures again... Aiks... Heng i took some pictures of myself with camera phone... hee hee.. thanks to my own zi lian-ness. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-6447966411767163767?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6447966411767163767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/6447966411767163767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/princess.html' title='Princess~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-1073344745217335271</id><published>2008-12-08T16:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Ubin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was my first time to Pulau Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;*It was my first time not because i am sua ku ok, its just that i always overslept and dint get the chance to go previously* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and also it was my second time cycling long (in my sense it is la) distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First time was in Sentosa. Naoki said i cycled like a drunkard... cos i kept going from left to right and then to the left to keep myself balanced. heeeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277336892177554146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STzd8WJOmuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QucH7KW8jCE/s400/welcome+to+ubin+-+cc+and+js.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277336994195413186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STzeCSMLmMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oKtdj_wA5d4/s400/welcome+to+ubin+-+naoki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277337289773598338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STzeTfTgxoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lBGLLB5SuIU/s400/chekjawa+wetlands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277337541156804338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STzeiHx8FvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kRV1SW4Bizc/s400/bug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No idea on what bug is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338513843704754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STzfavUkU7I/AAAAAAAAALY/O2U1uZKJ2dE/s400/crab.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277337903881032034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STze3PCIkWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fuqapgdY5G8/s400/attap+ji.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Attap Ji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338277122502898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STzfM9d1cPI/AAAAAAAAALA/pCvwbWNvTnY/s400/viewing+tower.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Viewing Tower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338345391788642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STzfQ7ygEmI/AAAAAAAAALI/mMWu3tMFw9w/s400/view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338217207520354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STzfJeQ_XGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4Grbe9eshy8/s400/333.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Group Shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-1073344745217335271?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1073344745217335271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1073344745217335271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/12/pulau-ubin.html' title='Pulau Ubin'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/STzd8WJOmuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QucH7KW8jCE/s72-c/welcome+to+ubin+-+cc+and+js.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4820213466427968071</id><published>2008-11-24T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:21:47.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Administration Job</title><content type='html'>In my view, I find admin job monotonous and boring. No job satisfaction, no career advancement opportunity and no motivation to go to work every morning. I derive my motivation to wake up on the dot daily for work from my colleagues and bosses (I have got 3 bosses).&lt;br /&gt;I am glad and I thank god for giving me wonderful colleagues and understanding bosses; Colleagues who are helpful, funky, jovial and generous, Bosses who are understanding, kind, liberal and willing to teach. They are part of the reason why I do not drag my feet to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why am I still grumbling here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because admin job has got little feel of achievement as compared to the other desk bound jobs. I see my in-house lawyers working hard giving professional legal advice to the other 11 industries’ departments in the company, it’s so cool! I see my besties of various corporate departments (internal control, IT department and planning department) putting their heads together on how to improve the environment in the company making it a more conducive workplace and then implementing their plans; how I hope I could join them in the contribution to the company. I feel very puny as I can be easily replaced and am dispensable in my position; anyone can come in and take over what I am doing without any formal handover or memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the salary part, I am absolutely contented with I am drawing now as an admin. Definitely a reasonable employee package with a cool basic salary, $120+ transport allowance monthly, $500 yearly dental benefits, 30 days MC fully claimable (below $50), 14days annual leave and 4 extra (company) holidays in December apart from the PHs. My aim is to earn a $40k salary per annum, but given my current position and qualification as a diploma holder, what kind of experience can I gain when I have been doing the same kind of admin work for a few years and how much more can I put in to be promoted to the executive level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be a typical NATO (No Action Talk Only) Singaporean. Hence, I have been seeking and looking for opportunities to upgrade myself and at the same time, learn things from my bosses and lawyers to gain more knowledge and understand what Company Act and Contract Law are about. Learning is a never ending journey. I got to thank my GM and DGM for giving me the chance to go for my professional certification course next year which will cost $10k+ in total.&lt;br /&gt;Although the HR has yet to approve my application for company’s sponsorship for this course totally, I believe I will get the chance to go for other types of courses which is below $5k in the year 2009. A new year that is beginning soon, and so a whole new attitude to go for what I want in my occupation and to start planning now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Having a successful career is useless when one buys more then he/she spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4820213466427968071?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4820213466427968071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4820213466427968071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/administration-job.html' title='Administration Job'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5679431211799859935</id><published>2008-11-18T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:37:42.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心晴大动员 Life Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SSI4b_oIDaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/t_UkGDPuzD8/s1600-h/nnaana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269836567564258722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SSI4b_oIDaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/t_UkGDPuzD8/s400/nnaana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday night, I watched a show on channel 8 at 20:00.&lt;br /&gt;It was my third time watching this variety program, a heart wrenching one.&lt;br /&gt;It never fails to make my eyes well up with tears and I kept trying to hold the tears in my eyes not wanting it to roll onto my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night’s episode was about this family who met 2 misfortunes in a few yeas which turned their life upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother fell down while cooking and hurt her spine when her daughter was only 2months old.&lt;br /&gt;After her fall, she developed a phobia of walking and hence, she hasn’t been stepping on the concrete floor for 9 years. These 9 years, she lived her life sitting on her bed throughout the days.&lt;br /&gt;The father was diagnosed with diabetes and had to amputate one of his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, they were drowned with debts; debts which include medical bills, house loan and such. Luckily, there were insurance and charity organizations to tide them through the difficult period. The father now sells newspaper by the roadside to earn their keep, and his 9 years old daughter helped with the daily household chores.&lt;br /&gt;When the 2 hosts (权怡风 &amp;amp; 李铭顺) entered their house to survey on their living condition, they were greeted by a handful of old furniture and inches deep of dust and dirt. They also flipped through the school work of the 9 years old child and found potential in her studies. She scores well in her exams and did a good job in her homework. She didn’t have a proper study desk, her glasses is what my mother is now using (老花眼镜).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;权怡风: 你的这些文具和书本是这么来的？&lt;br /&gt;Girl: 有些买的，有些人家给的.&lt;br /&gt;权怡风: 有没有想过要自己的书包，文具和玩具呢？&lt;br /&gt;Girl: 不敢想.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 3 words slapped me awake! I am ashamed! There are people who don’t have their own books, toys and teddy bears and doesn’t yearn to have these material wants, yet I am thinking of what I want every other day. This 9 year old girl goes to school, takes care of her mother, clearing her mother’s waste everyday, help his father to sell newspaper as he has walking difficulties and cooks for the family. What was I doing when I was at her age?&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I don’t have the cheek to reply this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself I will lend a helping hand to people who are less fortunate and save the money on material wants. I have a new aim now; I want to be a volunteer worker!!!&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/6183392365410647491-5679431211799859935?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5679431211799859935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5679431211799859935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-transformers.html' title='心晴大动员 Life Transformers'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SSI4b_oIDaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/t_UkGDPuzD8/s72-c/nnaana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-3358438447887858612</id><published>2008-11-11T20:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:22:52.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Spade</title><content type='html'>i am so in love with Kate Spade......&lt;br /&gt;my xmas wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SRmVEF4MQQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/X6TFehSVcuo/s1600-h/kate+spade+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267405136716382466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SRmVEF4MQQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/X6TFehSVcuo/s400/kate+spade+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ti gong po pi po pi let me tio 4D buy it for myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or let anyone of my buddies tio ToTO and buy for me... hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit i am so crazie over it now.... -_-"&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/6183392365410647491-3358438447887858612?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3358438447887858612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3358438447887858612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/11/kate-spade.html' title='Kate Spade'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SRmVEF4MQQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/X6TFehSVcuo/s72-c/kate+spade+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4634975307641392092</id><published>2008-11-08T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:11:52.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shots~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SRUfgRFedzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kUNzDezgvXE/s1600-h/my+work+desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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He spoke on condition of anonymity because of department policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was suddenly divorced, without a word of warning. That made me so angry," the official quoted her as telling investigators and admitting the allegations.&lt;br /&gt;The woman, a piano teacher, had not plotted any revenge in the real world, the official said.&lt;br /&gt;She has not yet been formally charged. If convicted, she could face up to five years in prison or a fine up to US$5,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players in "Maple Story" create and manipulate digital images called "avatars" that represent themselves, while engaging in relationships, social activities and fighting monsters and other obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In virtual worlds, players often abandon their inhibitions, engaging in activity online that they would never do in the real world. For instance, sex with strangers is a common activity.&lt;br /&gt;The woman used login information she got from the 33-year-old office worker when their characters were happily married to kill the character. The man complained to police when he discovered that his online avatar was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was arrested Wednesday and taken 620 miles (1,000 kilometers) from her home in southern Miyazaki to be detained in Sapporo, where the man lives, the official said.&lt;br /&gt;The police official said he did not know if she was married in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;Bad online behavior is usually handled within the rules set up by online worlds, which can ban miscreants or take away their virtual possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years, misbehavior in the virtual world has in some cases had consequences in reality.&lt;br /&gt;In August, a woman was charged in the U.S. state of Delaware with plotting the real-life abduction of a boyfriend she met through the virtual reality Web site "Second Life."&lt;br /&gt;In Tokyo, a 16-year-old boy was charged with stealing the ID and password from a fellow player of an online game in order to swindle virtual currency worth US$360,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-776474414901286363?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/776474414901286363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/776474414901286363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/woman-jailed-after-killing-virtual.html' title='Woman jailed after &apos;killing&apos; virtual husband in Maple Story'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-401472595152650129</id><published>2008-10-23T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:26:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SQCXhMZG_fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q9iZ6Oa_dDE/s1600-h/Kate+Spade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260370961286757874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SQCXhMZG_fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q9iZ6Oa_dDE/s320/Kate+Spade.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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahaha.. nice nice??&lt;br /&gt;Kate Spade Renwick Street Anabel~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought it today... keke... *happy happy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-401472595152650129?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/401472595152650129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/401472595152650129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-bag.html' title='New Bag!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SQCXhMZG_fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q9iZ6Oa_dDE/s72-c/Kate+Spade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4903193273183868602</id><published>2008-10-22T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:00:32.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating Excuse Me(s)~</title><content type='html'>Every morning, I go through a few rounds of training on my patience’s limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to vent a bit of frustration~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN, can wait for the door to open before shouting “excuse me excuse me” for at least 3 times in my ear??? The door is still closed, train is still moving, and people are practically squeezing one another for their personal space. When “excuse me” is shouted, mumbled, said, and yelled or in whatever tone it is spoken, don expect the door to open automatically, people to disappear immediately and a red carpet to be placed all the way to the gantry for your exit! Bloody Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a bit of brain and common sense to think eh sai buey? Nbz.&lt;br /&gt;You will have enough time to alight as soon as the train comes to a halt. ONE “excuse me” and a smile will do the trick! People will automatically siam sideway for you. Please correct me if I am wrong… Duh duh duh! Hate it when starts their “excuse me” sutra before the door is even opened. The same thing happens in the lift too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I am very patience already hor…&lt;br /&gt;I just gave an irritated face and said:” can you wait? I will excuse for you to go out, but now I have no space to do so until the door is opened.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I level up. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4903193273183868602?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4903193273183868602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4903193273183868602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/irritating-excuse-mes.html' title='Irritating Excuse Me(s)~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5548417471868941713</id><published>2008-10-20T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:48:14.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes for Bags Only..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mollie!!!&lt;br /&gt;This 2 bags are the ones that i am deciding if i should buy...&lt;br /&gt;which do u think is nicer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPyZlTJ1KtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wRoaaR7M2z8/s1600-h/796093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259247330937613010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPyZlTJ1KtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wRoaaR7M2z8/s320/796093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate Spade handbag at S$295 from US. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice hor hor hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS5CLogRkyQ/SPyYrmDEGqI/AAAAAAAAABc/8lKh8-vHUE4/s1600-h/SANY2350.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPyZ0epCmkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/edmb7RdKFag/s1600-h/SANY2350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259247591719344706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPyZ0epCmkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/edmb7RdKFag/s320/SANY2350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agnes B. bag at S$210 from Japan (brand new).... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i already have one in pink.. but this red one is really nice isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can put A4 some more... more practical la....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me ur view ok? hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;i only have budget for one of them... =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5548417471868941713?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5548417471868941713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5548417471868941713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyes-for-bags-only.html' title='Eyes for Bags Only..'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPyZlTJ1KtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wRoaaR7M2z8/s72-c/796093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7682891781876492320</id><published>2008-10-20T01:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:41:34.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories~</title><content type='html'>Memories in 2006 &amp;amp; 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/joantza/bodhi2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/joantza/bodhi2copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;My first guild in maple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/joantza/hahaha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/joantza/hahaha2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bubu mama's birthday... we were on phones getting ready to mega in a sequential manner.. hence we dint move our characters.. so lulu papa and mama came and took the chance to SS.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/joantza/mega.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/joantza/mega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/joantza/mega.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;I was so happy that time...&lt;br /&gt;I actually took 1 week block leave in Nov 2006 to chiong to lvl 120. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/joantza/my_siggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/joantza/my_siggy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;one of my siggy in forum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPtuTu9k27I/AAAAAAAAAIY/XnA_EWmw4fU/s1600-h/lameshyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258918275188054962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPtuTu9k27I/AAAAAAAAAIY/XnA_EWmw4fU/s320/lameshyt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;When we first formed EvilSainTz, one of the 'pro' guild in those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but good days dint stay long... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPtu5CE5wcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lUYATpocJ1Y/s1600-h/zakum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258918915974218178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPtu5CE5wcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lUYATpocJ1Y/s320/zakum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;one of our regular Zakum session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of such SS... haha... but no time to continue posting le...&lt;br /&gt;Time to meet Mr. Zhou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-7682891781876492320?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7682891781876492320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7682891781876492320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories.html' title='Memories~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SPtuTu9k27I/AAAAAAAAAIY/XnA_EWmw4fU/s72-c/lameshyt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-659231093672261857</id><published>2008-10-20T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:42:13.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple... Sweetest Memory in my life..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, i logged in to Maple for the first time in the past 18mths (around there i guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time in Feb of 2006:&lt;br /&gt;Attachment in Steven's company.. Then, Steven and Hilda kept nagging and asking why i was so addicted to maple... They do not understand why logging into maple forum and hidden-street daily is a MUST for me... *because i cannot log into the game mah... so went to research on quest and such lo.. haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot which mth,but i guess its either March or April in the same yr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino and Hilda finally joined Maple, Bootes server!&lt;br /&gt;i created the character FireDinosaur for Steven... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;and Hilda created DarkHairMe herself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the both of them couldnt get use to the game...&lt;br /&gt;everyday nag and nag... ask this and that (about maple)&lt;br /&gt;i told dino: Although maple is just an online game, but to me, it is a game which involved real life emotions, laughter, sadness and even angryness.&lt;br /&gt;It is because of the people i know in Bootes that made me stayed on.. not the game itself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months down the road, they got the hang of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another few mths down... Hilda created her own guild, Dino became one of the regular in Zakum. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, i quitted Maple as i started work and realised i cannot maple 12hrs daily anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I gotto move on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many people in there.. i met so many lovely friends in bootes...&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i created trouble for a few players as well.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fylx and Tanyia, my sisters....&lt;br /&gt;Lemonbubu2, my lovely mama..&lt;br /&gt;Blurblur10 and Delrin, , my besties...&lt;br /&gt;Banditno4, my damn brother..&lt;br /&gt;NeonxBlast, my sonson...&lt;br /&gt;EvilSn0w... my handsome ex-guildmaster..&lt;br /&gt;Hotheadboi... my best bodyguard of all.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;RebornLaifu, best TCSS buddy...&lt;br /&gt;and so so so so so so so many more more more more...&lt;br /&gt;Bodhivasatta, LaCielo, EvilSainTz, EmoSainTz, LationHeat... The guilds that i love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories in Maple, will never ever be forgotten....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-659231093672261857?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/659231093672261857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/659231093672261857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/maple-sweetest-memory-in-my-life.html' title='Maple... Sweetest Memory in my life..'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-3244816116973266013</id><published>2008-10-09T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:21:39.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy, Selfish, Obnoxious Singaporeans!</title><content type='html'>***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Straits Times Digital 9 Oct 2008&lt;br /&gt;Jail for hit-and-run housewife&lt;br /&gt;By Sujin Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSEWIFE Lim Ah Mui was driving towards the airport one day in 2006 when a man suddenly appeared on the road in front of her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, tossed from his motorcycle in another accident seconds earlier, was getting to his feet when Lim ran over him with her Mercedes-Benz. But instead of stopping, the 58-year-old drove away from the fatally injured motorcyclist, picked up her husband at the terminal, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Lim wept silently in the dock as a judge sentenced her to five months' jail and banned her from driving for three years. District Judge Jill Tan said that Lim deserved a jail sentence because she did not stop to help the motorcyclist, Mr Ghazali Mohamed Noor, 47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package officer with the Singapore Airport Terminal Services (Sats) was on his way to Changi Airport on Christmas Day morning in 2006 when he hit a car making an illegal U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ghazali was flung off, landing one lane away. While he was trying to get up, Lim ran over him. She did not brake and went on to pick up her husband from Terminal 1, before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ghazali suffered multiple injuries and died on the spot. Lim reported to the Traffic Police only eight days late, after being issued a letter ordering her to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleading for leniency, defence lawyer Luke Lee urged the court not to jail Lim, saying it was not clear which car inflicted the fatal blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver who touched off the accident with an illegal U-turn, 64-year-old contractor Tew Hock Sew, also left the scene, only to return five minutes later after dropping off a passenger at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May this year, he was sentenced to five months' jail and banned from driving for three years for failing to help.&lt;br /&gt;Upon appealing two months later, his sentence was reduced to three months in jail.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee said Lim, who is out on a bail of $20,000, plans to appeal against the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这两个人真没良心!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't they accept the 'punishment' willingly for causing an innocent man to lose his life?&lt;br /&gt;Why should they still appeal for a much lighter punishment when it is only a few mths imprisonment compared to a few years? hello, it is a life lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how devastated the family of the victim is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that they can still continue their errands after hitting someone.&lt;br /&gt;Arent they even guilt stricken? Is this how UNHELPFUL Singaporeans are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans only know how to Kpo, complain and grumble. What else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-3244816116973266013?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3244816116973266013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3244816116973266013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/lousy-selfish-obnoxious-singaporeans.html' title='Lousy, Selfish, Obnoxious Singaporeans!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5413534226072011420</id><published>2008-10-07T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:33:24.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Mood...</title><content type='html'>My goodness... i am still in holiday mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been taking a nap at 2.30pm for the past 6days.. no more nap for me from today onwards..&lt;br /&gt;Back in the office.. clearing hundreds of emails, went for seminar, meeting, clearing the invoices...&lt;br /&gt;bah.... so boring... *Yawnz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant understand why people often mis-spell the name when greeting someone in the email.&lt;br /&gt;Isnt the name spelled clearly in the address??? The same goes to my fellow colleague...&lt;br /&gt;Joann becomes Joan, Joanne or worst one i saw was Jonna. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Cally become Chally.. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5413534226072011420?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5413534226072011420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5413534226072011420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/bali-mood.html' title='Bali Mood...'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-8122052661355988204</id><published>2008-10-06T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:54:20.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaliBong~~~~</title><content type='html'>*Yippe* Tadaima~ I'm back! keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very very lazy to type an entry on my 6days 5nights of diving trip, hence let the pictures do the story telling... heh heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[So far i have done the pictures for Day One nia.... Cos very lazy la.... Furthermore.. i am going back to Changi Airport for Popeye now.. Shall update again soon... hee...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOn8Vg_0TrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SAplUJk41kk/s1600-h/BaliBong+Day+One.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254007886869450418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOn8Vg_0TrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SAplUJk41kk/s400/BaliBong+Day+One.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6183392365410647491-8122052661355988204?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8122052661355988204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8122052661355988204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/10/balibong.html' title='BaliBong~~~~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOn8Vg_0TrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SAplUJk41kk/s72-c/BaliBong+Day+One.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-7714421035222447106</id><published>2008-09-29T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:54:43.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive Bali~</title><content type='html'>I am sooo excited... Leaving for Bali after work tomorrow.. *yipee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Eko and Waikiki on Saturday and i bought eqt that is S$1,905 worth of damage.. heh heh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after darling's instructor and goodwill discount, i paid S$1,300 and darling paid the rest for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ho ho ho...&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOB6lcyylKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Rc7OyvCfWQM/s1600-h/BCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251331949316969634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOB6lcyylKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Rc7OyvCfWQM/s200/BCD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOB6qjm8OdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pLO3vUXnvr0/s1600-h/proton+12+metal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251332037045664210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOB6qjm8OdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pLO3vUXnvr0/s200/proton+12+metal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOB62GVEuAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xpF9eQoSCEc/s1600-h/SPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251332235344525314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOB62GVEuAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xpF9eQoSCEc/s200/SPG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i bought are just enough for a normal beginner like me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait till i am more experienced and richer, then i shall upgrade.. keke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darling bought a new mask for me too.. hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Uncle John is nice enough to throw in the Mares regulator bag FOC. ho ho ho...&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/6183392365410647491-7714421035222447106?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7714421035222447106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/7714421035222447106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/dive-bali.html' title='Dive Bali~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SOB6lcyylKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Rc7OyvCfWQM/s72-c/BCD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-1426203595835954591</id><published>2008-09-26T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:02:44.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks are the victims!!!</title><content type='html'>Last few days, while colleagues and I were emailing (alternative of MSN in office) we touched on the topic of Shark fining. Ever since I watched the documentary on how the thousand year old Asian Delicacy; Shark’s Fin comes about, I am determined to stop eating it and help to increase awareness on shark fining. No Demand = No Supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SNx50IBFciI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uYyiAMlzPoM/s1600-h/fin9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250205202019349026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SNx50IBFciI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uYyiAMlzPoM/s200/fin9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharks are often caught for fun (esp. to boost a macho man's ego) and then battered to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SNx6DfP-gjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jD8ZJNxV0Vg/s1600-h/fins+cut+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250205465953862194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SNx6DfP-gjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jD8ZJNxV0Vg/s200/fins+cut+off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Often, still alive, their fins are cut off and the torso is thrown overbord to die in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SNx6Q2o66KI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rDWcVR0tD4Q/s1600-h/fin8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250205695570798754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SNx6Q2o66KI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rDWcVR0tD4Q/s200/fin8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The rest of the shark is just thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes ending up on the dump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is such a cruel thing! People always have the mindset that Sharks are man eater and blah blah blah… All thanks to the movies, Jaws and such. Research has shown that sharks DO NOT feed on human, in fact they dislike the taste of human flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Sharks attack human when they feel threatened or are provoked, just like human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh~ I feel so sad for the sharks.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are free, you wana watch Sharkwater and then you might understand how i am feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my favourite species of shark: Whale Shark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SNx4zCVXJeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wNTxcoGwihQ/s1600-h/whale+shark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250204083802285538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SNx4zCVXJeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wNTxcoGwihQ/s200/whale+shark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some details of it extracted from Wikipedia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can grow up to 12.2 m. (40 ft.) in length and can weigh up to 13.6 tonnes (15 short tons). The species is believed to have originated about 60 million years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whale shark is a filter feeder — one of only three known filter feeding shark species (along with the basking shark and the megamouth shark). It feeds on phytoplankton, macro-algae, plankton, krill and small nektonic life, such as small squid or vertebrates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute! Looking forward to a day when i can swim along with it.&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/6183392365410647491-1426203595835954591?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1426203595835954591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1426203595835954591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/sharks-are-victims.html' title='Sharks are the victims!!!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SNx50IBFciI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uYyiAMlzPoM/s72-c/fin9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5549832694075926417</id><published>2008-09-22T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:29:25.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jia you jia you jia you!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning, my buddy CC told me that she is accepted by the HR dept for the regional training program in Bangkok from 12-15 Oct. This is great news as there are only 9 seats left for grabs in the co. I congratulated her, but felt upset somewhere in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked with her on the training program and went on to the intranet to check on the criteria. I was wondering why I wasn’t nominated by my boss as he is usually supportive of me going for such training programs. Then the criteria shown on the training calendar gave me the answer. Criteria: Employees of Grade 2-5 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-“ I am still at grade 1 only… duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HR is changing the grading system and readjusting the structure in the company.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it will be fairer and close up grading gaps between the expats and local employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting the letter informing me of my bonus payout by today.&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray pray pray!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5549832694075926417?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5549832694075926417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5549832694075926417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/jia-you-jia-you-jia-you.html' title='Jia you jia you jia you!!!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5894867353785909062</id><published>2008-09-18T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:55:25.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward to Bali~</title><content type='html'>Tick tock tick tock...&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to the seconds to knock off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i had some spare time last few days, i did a 'handbook' for our (me and colleagues) diving trip to Bali in 2weeks time. My god, i am so so so so so looking forward to it. Already in holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4days diving trip, one SPA session + one and a half day tour in Bali. Shiok!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i am looking forward to is my bonus!!!&lt;br /&gt;Although its gonna be pro-rated as i joined the company in the middle of fiscal year in 2007, but its gonna be cool as its my first time receiving a 'real' bonus.. keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet! Time to pack up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5894867353785909062?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5894867353785909062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5894867353785909062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/looking-forward-to-bali.html' title='Looking forward to Bali~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-3850751608209143382</id><published>2008-09-15T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:20:52.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0_o</title><content type='html'>I just remembered something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this while smoking ytd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246268163644273266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SM59GVJ1MnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rcbxH9OzGp8/s200/ocean+ugly+car.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;SO UGLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-3850751608209143382?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3850751608209143382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3850751608209143382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/0o.html' title='0_o'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SM59GVJ1MnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rcbxH9OzGp8/s72-c/ocean+ugly+car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-8487920858533967768</id><published>2008-09-11T10:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:57:28.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Sister's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMiIOV_nKCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1NMgG48T6mM/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244591546076440610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="124" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMiIOV_nKCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1NMgG48T6mM/s200/DSC00049.JPG" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMiHyqiOANI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_h0pfB5lNcc/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244591070553964754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMiHyqiOANI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_h0pfB5lNcc/s200/DSC00047.JPG" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for a gathering with ex-poly mates to celebrate Nat’s birthday yesterday night. It was fun and full of laughter as usual. After the cake cutting, we presented the birthday present (a handmade scrapbook by Shuzie and peeps) to her and she was so happy to receive it. The scrapbook contained memories during our poly days and also the pictures of each outing after we graduated. Beautiful book.&lt;br /&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMiGzQOiL1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/y2l8ipZUJTw/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244589981160320850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMiGzQOiL1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/y2l8ipZUJTw/s200/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reminisced the fun-filled poly days and recalled the tears, quarrels and countless laughter we shared. Days wouldn’t be enjoyable and easy going without their presence. We’re always there for once another and never fails to cheer each another up. Now that we are all contributing to the economy and started our working life, it is another phase of life we are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynette has been flying with SQ for 2.5yrs, Ej just started her flying career with SQ too.&lt;br /&gt;Ting just started work after graduating and Shuzie just ORD-ed a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Renbing just went into NS and Douglas is still as rich as before. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Yannie is hard to meet up as usual and as for me, has been working for 1year already.&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to my bonus! Hee hee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMiHEfL5soI/AAAAAAAAAFw/c3xLXsWOzO0/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244590277233586818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="116" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMiHEfL5soI/AAAAAAAAAFw/c3xLXsWOzO0/s200/DSC00039.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya.. I got a belated birthday present from them as well.. a Longchamp bag…&lt;br /&gt;I love it so much… I had been receiving bags as birthday present from them yearly.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Am becoming a bag collector nowadays… -_-“&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sianz.. no photoshop in office and i cannot install it due to company's policy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall make time to photoshop all my pictures nicely.. i am becoming lazier and lazier lately... =P&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/6183392365410647491-8487920858533967768?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8487920858533967768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/8487920858533967768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebrating-sisters-birthday.html' title='Celebrating Sister&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMiIOV_nKCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1NMgG48T6mM/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4710564863152762824</id><published>2008-09-09T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:19:56.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Diving Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMZpnD5OwCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A-ldmjb1-hk/s1600-h/aur-owd+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243994935900684322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMZpnD5OwCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A-ldmjb1-hk/s400/aur-owd+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4710564863152762824?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4710564863152762824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4710564863152762824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-diving-trip.html' title='My First Diving Trip'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYZLJP2UnUs/SMZpnD5OwCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A-ldmjb1-hk/s72-c/aur-owd+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-9092344935527038792</id><published>2008-09-09T11:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:52:54.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna 大扫除 my blog...</title><content type='html'>Has been procrastinating this thought for quite some time already.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to share my diving pictures and experience underwater, but has yet to do it till now.. heh heh.. I had also been thinking of deleting the lousy memories that were in the past and work hard towards my future... heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna work hard for my Japanese Language (日本語) oral test this evening first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to dig some time out during office hour after lunch to post some pictures and updates..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-9092344935527038792?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/9092344935527038792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/9092344935527038792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/09/gonna-my-blog.html' title='Gonna 大扫除 my blog...'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-3417442170555043290</id><published>2008-05-14T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:12:18.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another great sharing...</title><content type='html'>i'm always surprised when pple are affected by gradings and marks, whether in school or at work. in school we know becos we either didn't try hard enough or we simply dun have the flair... at work, besides performance, there's also biased supervisors, jealous colleagues, incompetent calculative HR or simply a lousy boss. then of cos there's Ourselves... if we're not good enough despite trying our best, then we're obviously in the wrong job. staying 5yrs isn't likely to change that if u've been around for 1.5yrs. what are grades or grading gonna do for u? justify pay increments of a paltry $300-400? so what if u're doing 3 jobs whilst colleagues do 1 job? does it really matter 3yrs down the road when u've learnt 15 things and they've learnt 5, whereby your value and options is much better than theirs! who's counting the number of pats u get on your shoulder? in school i'm so used to getting Cs and Ds. those who get As and Bs get a pat and are told what a great future they will have... i quietly gave myself an A-Grade for being myself and becos i believe i will have an A-Grade life. What's the difference u may ask.... Well - the A-graders believed what teachers and others told them without having to really believe in themselves. C-graders like me have only myself to believe in. Forward that 10-20yrs later and u realise the grades others give u Dun Matter more than the grade u give Yourself. btw, u make a career for Yourself, and not in this organization or any companies. u make your name, u make your reputation and u make your credibility by Yourself, and not have to fall back on a reputable company name. dun throw your letter out of despair that others dun give u the recognition. Instead, throw it becos u want to give yourself better recognition. But u jolly well make sure u're worth your salt. dun be one of those pple who think they are so Impt to a company when all they do is perform a function. looking back, the list of pple tat gave me a D,E,F grade goes from maths teachers to physics, chemistry, chinese etc etc... yet i am using less than 10% of all the subjects combined to get a grade-A pay and life. worklife i did grade-c jobs and got grade-c assessments, but i gave them all a grade-F becos they were not of Good-enough character to grade me. they only grade me becos they are older and in the company longer... so who cares??? i gave myself grade-A and continued to believe i will have an A-grade life. throw your letter when u've learnt enough, then move on to the next phase. YOU plan your own path and life, not them. to them, u are just another employee... to them a C-grade is wat u're getting... u are C-grade in their eyes. so what? If u know u're A-grade - why let others convince u that u're not?? fact is, u're gonna come across alot of incompetent pple in your life, some of whom shouldn't even be there had it not been some myopic HR hiring on nice misleading resumes, or bosses who believe in the wrong qualities, or simply becos these fellas stay in the company so long tat they eventually take up upper-management roles. So? if u know u're good. why be affected by the eyes of those who aren't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after tertiary when most embarked on their respective careers, my peers and lecturers were wondering why i was being a sales assistant selling women's products, shoes/garments/accessories. something u might expect o'levels or 'others' to find employment in... to them i am not using my diploma which everyone thinks is the most marketable possession i had. to me, i was simply continuing my education in sales - no one to grade me, but i grade myself by improving my selling techniques. it was a skillset tat i felt was absolutely crucial in life. so really, if u know wat u want - u dun really have to care wat others think... they do not have the capacity to understand the importance of salesmanship becos They think just paper and grades can have a good future. my last check, alot of these pple are not even making a 5-figure salary. not everyone becomes a doctor or dentist leh (which grades are absolutely important since we're talking human life)... weird pple... dun they realise the top-earners in the world do not have what they think is important? and They are trying to tell and sell us the idea that THAT is the way to make money... when they dun make money themselves. this is sort of my very tongue-in-cheek summary of the propaganda behind grades, assessments, and this constant pressure to please others and garner approval and validation. of cos i must stress it is vital for us to know where we belong and where we perform at our best. basically ALL of us are capable ot performing to our optimum and achieving a Grade-A life - we just need to find the place where we are in our elements. like how Fandi Ahmad made a million being a footballer as opposed to trying to make 2k a month with maybe an O'level cert (example - i didn't check wat his paper is). i can imagine Fandi in an office environment getting crap grades and assessments by his peers... i can imagine him feeling dejected and demoralised. But if i was his fren and i see him playing soccer, i'll tell him to put aside the o'level or whatever level he has and try to play professional soccer. it may not pay alot back then, but certainly better than an office job for him. ok ok i have a tendency of talking abit too deep into these things, so it's more of a Perception and Concept that i am sharing... pls dun take purely at face-value. It MUST apply to our Individual scenarios but using this perception as a guide. in short, dun believe in what others think of u unless u know they are credible. likewise, always put yourself in a position where u will not doubt yourself and made to feel shitty like a fish out of the water or a eagle forced to walk instead of soar... in our elements, we Are Someone. just find that element and u'll find Yourself and your Self-worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-3417442170555043290?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3417442170555043290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3417442170555043290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-great-sharing.html' title='another great sharing...'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-776696178092518871</id><published>2008-04-30T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:57:51.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust~</title><content type='html'>Nice sharing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation. A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is." Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------- NO POINTING FINGERS ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?" The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you." We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------  CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS? ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please. "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous, sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing, willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out, telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television." There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------  NO OVERPOWERING ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character." It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness. It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------- RIGHT SPEECH ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party. A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted, "Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered, "You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you." Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------  PERSONAL PERCEPTION ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey? "Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------  BE PATIENT ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery and saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home and committed suicide. Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or you wish to take revenge. Think first before you lose your patience with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones and hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever. "Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One" "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-776696178092518871?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/776696178092518871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/776696178092518871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/04/trust.html' title='Trust~'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-2587817832564438945</id><published>2008-04-29T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:15:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't delude yourself.</title><content type='html'>I like this 2 sentences from SM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already have a glimpse of those 4 messages. Yes, he could be lying to you but with good reason. Why must you continue to dig? Let it be. As long as he knows what to do and not commit any acts - it is ok. Why the need to know the "real truth". We always thought we can handle the truth but in reality? &lt;strong&gt;If you can't even handle a lie (a lie that is trying not to upset you), what makes you think you can handle the truth?&lt;/strong&gt; As long as he is on his toes and know that he cannot cross the line - that should be good enough. What is the point of reading those messages? &lt;strong&gt;If you can't forget the existence of those messages, what makes you think you can forget the contents of those messages?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't delude yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-2587817832564438945?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2587817832564438945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2587817832564438945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-delude-yourself.html' title='Don&apos;t delude yourself.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-1812396394544885595</id><published>2008-04-28T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:57:11.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipations = Expectations = Disappointments / Arguments</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ex·pec·ta·tion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- the act or the state of expecting: to wait in expectation.&lt;br /&gt;- the degree of probability that something will occur: There is little expectation that he will come.&lt;br /&gt;- something expected; a thing looked forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hold expectations for almost every event that we attend, every movie that we catch, every places that we visit and even expectations for friends whom we first meet and also expectations on the significant other in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we set the level of expectations from the other party? From my observation, it is usually on the first impression. When we first meet someone who carries branded goods from head to toe, we expect him to be someone who is filthy rich. When we meet a lady who is demure and gentle with a sweet smile who speaks intelligently, we expect her to come from a well educated family. When we are in a relationship whose significant other gives in relentlessly and display attributes of mild temper, we expect him/her to be always giving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go into a relationship, we expect the partner to be faithful and loyal, put us in the first priority and always make time for dates. Different people have got different level and types of expectations.&lt;br /&gt;For the girlfriend who always makes time and cancels other appointments for dates with the boyfriend, she expects the guy to be able to do the same for her too. “I can do it, why can’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;For the boyfriend who is always obligated to entertain clients, friends, relatives or colleagues, he expects the girlfriend to be independent enough to find her own activity and gives him the space he needs. “I can’t be keeping you accompany round the clock, I’ve got my own life too!”&lt;br /&gt;A husband usually expects his wife to be well-versed in cooking, managing the finances well or at least to be able to do house hold chores.&lt;br /&gt;A wife usually expects the husband to come home after work, update her about any situations at work and keeps her company till a new day begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always have expectations and when the expectation is not met, disappointment sets in. When an apology isn’t received or the situation is not rectified, the disappointed one gets upset and conflicts + arguments arise eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I am not good enough because I can’t reach his expectations. Initially we can close an eye to stuffs that are not able to hit our level of expectations and we find it acceptable, but as time goes by, it may not seem to be as tolerable as before. I do not deny it is my fault at times, but being glared at or commented is not something I will acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who glare at people (usually my siblings) for making a mistake. When I am at fault, my parents and friends whom I grew up with do not glare at me, they only give me a pat and correct my mistakes patiently. I snapped at people when I am not in a good mood, they will either ignore me for a few minutes and then gives me a pat on my shoulder or remarked that I am going crazy under their breath. After cooling down, I feel guilty and apologies to the other party and then remind myself to take note and not do it again. On the other hand, when I am being glared at or lectured, I do feel guilty for the mistake I made, but I don’t feel apologetic at all. Reason being, he/she have already felt better and ‘punished’ me by throwing a glare and/or temper back at me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I do not have any valid reasons to continue to throw my temper or snap at people who allow me to indulge in such bad behaviors; I have been trying to curb my temper and think before acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, he has exceeded my expectations in both good and bad aspects.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I have fared up to date, I just feel lousy because I caused a handful of arguments and feels that I am more of a liability, unable to render help in anyways.&lt;br /&gt;He is intimidating in certain ways, the way he speaks when he is serious, and the attitude when he is on fire, also the glare he throws when I am in a clumsy mode.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this, he is a wonderful darling who cares to explain his points and reasons to me for his outburst or points that are different from mine. He bothers to help in affairs that others would keep themselves away from (e.g. drilling 16holes for my new furniture).&lt;br /&gt;I am glad we kept the communication door open, adjust to one another’s differences and talk things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether this relationship will work out, the answer is still vague to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-1812396394544885595?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1812396394544885595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1812396394544885595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/04/anticipations-expectations.html' title='Anticipations = Expectations = Disappointments / Arguments'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-3915178454468984941</id><published>2008-03-12T13:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:04:17.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人生就是為了找尋愛和钱的過程...</title><content type='html'>Previous relationship has officially ended.. although it wasn't as painful as what i had expected initially... the healing process wasn't an easy one either.... time heals all wounds.. how true...&lt;br /&gt;Just like how i felt after the relationship with Vic, i thought i ain't going into another relationship for the time being... but who knows, someone just step in and shower me with care and concern..&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm attached....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go around looking for a special someone to share my joy, laughter, sadness or disappointment in my life... I believe in 缘分 and leaves 90% of what might happen in my love life to Fate. 缘分要来的时候，真的是要当也挡不住.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, when i am alone or when i have the time for some self reflection... i flashed my memory back to 8th Feb 2008; 2nd day of Chinese New Year. he went out to meet her (i only got to know who he met up with after we broke up) and i was out with AA for a movie marathon... The following Monday was the day we ended the 9mths relationship... Had been meeting AA daily for 6weeks already... Before we got together, i wondered to myself if AA has has any 感觉 towards me or is he just trying to a good friend to walk me through this heart aching recovery process.. Didn't want to have a second thought about another relationship, thus i left the thought hanging somewhere in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid that it might only be a rebound if i were to step into another relationship so soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he said: We need to talk and that's how we got together...&lt;br /&gt;Lets continue to understand one another in an amicable way and keep the communication door open. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: in the end we broke up because we actually couldn't communicate and also he is not the right cup of tea for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-3915178454468984941?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3915178454468984941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/3915178454468984941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='人生就是為了找尋愛和钱的過程...'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-2536323212763066315</id><published>2008-02-19T10:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:59:50.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, an ending...</title><content type='html'>He went playing cards and drinking with his friends during CNY days... As usual, din bother to contact for a whole day and did not answer my calls or reply my sms as well... Finally on saturday night, he sms-ed me saying he just reached home from drinking session with friends.. Will be back to work on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called after his work in the noon... Saying friends jio him to play cards... i said ok then and went ahead to play mahjiong with my friends... Night falls, he replied my sms to say good night..&lt;br /&gt;and added to meet up the next day.. Monday was here... double checked with him if we are still meeting and his reply was positive... Met up with AA after work for a little chat...&lt;br /&gt;Sms him at 8pm asking if he is done with his work, he say ya.. soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5mins later, i received a call from Blur Jie asking me to give her a call..... i had a hunch that she is gonna give me bad news.. She told me he had brought that girl (the girl he called her dear) to Dennis &amp;amp; Bubu jie's place on saturday to bai nian.... My heart immediately sank.... Then she added that he has been bringing her along to play cards and to drinking as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him asking where he is already... he gave me a very annoyed attitude that he is on his way already... then i start to ponder... why should i still pack my stuffs and go to his place.... i told him we will have just a chat after he reached, he immediately replied if thats the case, he is going home. I told him since you're already on your way, why cant we have a chat? He dint reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him.. we had a 20mins chat... Basically he denied everything and blames that i was thinking too much... that i keep doubting him... i told him its his actions and behaviours that made me unable to trust his words... when i asked why lie to me that he needs to mit client but was in fact out drinking with them leaving me alone at bugis street.... he kept quiet.. when facts are thrown at him... he turned mute for a moment... then started turning the table around and shift all the blame to me.. At this point of time, i know there's no point keeping the relationship already.. The assurance i need = restrictions to him (which is obviously excuses)... I only need him to answer my call or sms.. and i oni call or sms him ONCE per day.. is my request that much? He said lets go into cooling period and i agreed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with DD again and went to find Blur jie for a chatt.. throughout the chat, i was contemplating on what to type to him for a long time, in the end sent a sms to call the whole thing off.. he din reply anything or called for a closure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, i sms him to thank him for the loveline dedication in TNP and Happie Valentines. Neither did he reply a single word... After lunch, Bu jie told me he had been meeting that b!tch everyday and he was offed on Monday to take her out for a meal at seoul garden... he nvr takes off to accompany me... i sent him another sms: Oh, i forgot to add, enjoy ur date with the Germaine too ya.. Sometimes certain thing i know but i just keep my silence.. but u had been treating me like an idiot.. He replied saying he nvr do anything with her like what i had imagined... but this is not what i meant.. i mention that he had been taking her along with him to everywhere he goes, to drink and to play cards.. Lied to me, rather leave me along on a street to go meet her... Aint these facts? i asked him to correct me if i am wrong.. Again, no reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, heard from Bu jie that he and Her is together officially on saturday already... How sweet? I had finally harden my heart to leave him... though i am still thinking of him deeply now.. i really miss him... This sentence gonna be the last time i am saying and thinking of.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-2536323212763066315?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2536323212763066315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/2536323212763066315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-ending.html' title='Finally, an ending...'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-9108445968017135119</id><published>2007-10-27T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:44:56.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collections of my thoughts from forum.</title><content type='html'>Finally my turn to get defeated by the flu virus spreading around in office...&lt;br /&gt;Down with flu + cough + fever... Doc says its a package.. zzz.. Prescribed drowsy pills and cough syrup to shorten my recovery period.. Slept through out the day and night for 2 days before heading back to work this morning..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lazy and unmotivated(due to the absence of 2managers who are on business trip), i surfed the forum for interesting topics to cure my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through one topic which had a short debate on why people must set certain targets to achieve in life. Targets like, getting married by bla bla bla age, getting a bf of at least how many years older or only marry to someone who earn X amount of income. I think these 'targets' are super redundant. Do you mean you determine your lifetime partner by age, income, appearance or his/her etiquette? One lady remarked that she is approaching 29 yrs and is around the corner of the age she wants herself to get married by then. The reason why she is in the forum is because she is complaining about her husbad-to-be's stingy habit of spending money on her. To the extend that he blames her on the increase in comsumption of petrol, summon tickets and carpark fees while looking for their ideal bridal packages and hotel banquet venue. Hello... what kinda man is this? He reprimands her when she swipe her supp card given by him to do a mani + pedicure on the eve of their photo shoot day... If he can lose a few thousands accumulating to tens of thousand on stocks, why cant he 'see open' a bit to this puny amount his future wife incurred.  She replies she will stick to him despite of all this... more of complains and grumbles are listed in the thread itself which i am not diligent enough to type it out here... &lt;br /&gt;Just because she is afraid she might not be able to find someone better to marry her and she wants to marry at her ideal age, means she can simply grab any man who wants her and lower her head to those verbal abuse and not gaining her rightful respect as a future wife???! Will this marriage end up in another divorce in the later part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thread, asking people to share whats the age gap between their partners..&lt;br /&gt;Replies differ from a few yrs to 20yrs of age gap. So? If both can click, regardless of what fcking age gap why cannot be together har?? I just dont understand why some people can only stick to those INVISIBLE RULES stating that, a perfect couple will only get blessing from the others if they are only of a FEW years apart, age gap up to as much as 8, 10 or 20yrs are deem as a WRONG match!  People who are already attached means you cannot have any ideas of being together with him or her?? If this couple is already together, and this guy comes along and is attracted to the lady, normal thought; ahh, she is attached with bf already, i muz give up this thought. What if the lady and the guy gets to know each other at a later part and realise they click very well and realise they actually have feeling for one another? If she dumps the bf for this guy, many will shun them and spit at them instead of giving any blessing. Are these people in the shoes of the new couple? Do these people actually understand what kind of love has developed between them and how the love has faded in the past relationship? They know nuts, but they can gossip and finger point at the new couple as much as they want. Why? Because it is WRONG due to the concept of people who follows rules blindly taught to them from young. White is white, black is black, there is no grey line! In the eyes of love, no rights or wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're happy together, i give my blessing. If cracks appears somewhere along the relationship, please think back on both of you got together, enjoyed the passion of love and the days of courtship. Nobody is always right or wrong, but we always think we're in the right and pushes all blame to the other party so naturally. After we calmed down, though things over and thoroughly, we realised we are actually at fault too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am learning to control my emotions and any out-burst of anger. I calm myself down, think through if what i am going to do is what i will not regret, comtemplated the outcome and i am glad i did not do what i had wanted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-9108445968017135119?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/9108445968017135119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/9108445968017135119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2007/10/guidelines-for-future-is-there-need.html' title='Collections of my thoughts from forum.'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-1102913400953634990</id><published>2007-10-05T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:14:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is this lady who is consistently giving insensitive remarks and lame suggestions that will definitely backfire in other's relationship. She continues to brag about how rich she is, how generous her hubby is in buying her gifts and acting smart in Diamonds.. zzz...&lt;br /&gt;The threadstarter in the forum is already facing a problem with her egoistic hubby who pushes the blame of accumulating debts to his wife who merely spent $120 on a mani and pedicure for their ROM (and he actually demanded her to return him the supp card). Long long story and post in this particular thread. Then, this guy posted this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Julia, Would you like to meet up with me sometime? Don't get any funny idea ok, I got this wonderful book on improving one's EQ that I thought would be suitable for you. I can lend it to you if you want. You can get your hb to read it as well, since he came up with the brilliant idea of maxing out the credit limit of that nimcompoop hubby of blue pooh...Oh, the absolute brilliance of that hubby of yours... But hor, I might be a bit late in meeting up with you...let me explain, cos hor, when I go to my underground garage, I have to choose among the fleet of cars that I have to drive out...you know lah, Ferraris, Lambos, Porsches, Maseratis...after I choose the model of the cars, I still need to find a color of the car that match my expensive Hugo Boss suit (I wear suit all the time, even when I sleep)...then after that I have to drive at least 15 minutes on the driveway linking my sprawling mansion out to the main road...sometimes when I get lost on the way out of my mansion (it happens, place too big), I even have to call my butler, who then calls his assistant...who then calls the ex-SAS security guards to come find me and lead me out of my home....when I'm finally out of my home *whew*...I have to wait (again!) for the TP to clear the road for me all the way to my destination... Only then can I pass you the book...so be patient ok, while I find my way out... And oh, did I tell you about my diamond-encrusted handkerchief...sure, it hurts when I wipe my face with it, but hey, it's diamonds you know! But me being a hygiene freak, I throw away the handkerchief each time I used it... Hang on, come to think of it, maybe I still need the book...oh bugger, I'll pass it to you another day then... *wipes face with hanky...* Ouch! *throws away hanky in my LV garbage bin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to him man.. haha! this is a very good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-1102913400953634990?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1102913400953634990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1102913400953634990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-is-this-lady-who-is-consistently.html' title=''/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-1994100167002954671</id><published>2007-10-04T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:34:10.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://confinedfreedom.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-only-i-could-turn-back-time.html#links"&gt;http://confinedfreedom.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-only-i-could-turn-back-time.html#links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled upon this blog and i kept pondering over her predicament. How 'if only' are there in our life. each and every day that passes, out of how many % is the time spent doing something that we will never regret.  I regretted not answering the call from dad in the middle of the time to ask me go see 'ah ma' for the last time in hospital. I slept till noon the next day, then i decided to return dad's call and realised 'ah ma' had left us. This was already 3years ago, but the image is still kept vividly in my mind. I come to realise i actually love her a lot and tears just rolled down my cheek effortlessly during the funeral wake. I regretted not giving her a kiss everytime we bided goodbye, but luckily i did go visit her when she was hospitalized. This is something i am glad i did not put off as always (ai ya, tomorrow i will go and tomorrow never ends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am learning to treasure now, the present and all the people around me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-1994100167002954671?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1994100167002954671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/1994100167002954671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-5813110024782570561</id><published>2007-09-24T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:56:21.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sweet Monday...</title><content type='html'>He has been very sweet and nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there was nothing much for me to do in the day during the weekends, his company after his work has been great and enjoyable... I was so glad that he took the effort to wake up earlier to send me to work this morning.. Though was late cos of the heavy traffic.. but my Monday started well and i foresee it will be a smooth week too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy happy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-5813110024782570561?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5813110024782570561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/5813110024782570561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-sweet-monday.html' title='Sweet sweet Monday...'/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183392365410647491.post-4170146510897115614</id><published>2007-09-10T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:46:05.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday was definitely a bad bad horrible evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking forward to a nice dinner as every doubt has been cleared in the afternoon and i had gotten assurance from  him that nothing sneaky is going on. I regretted clarifying the matter  again during dinner to get a whole clear picture in my head. Well, at least now i know he really did went out that night and didn't admit to me. Reason being, afraid that i might worry too much. First thought that came to my mind, bullshit! I don't feel like elaborating on the harsh argument between us that night, because everything that i had said or explained was quickly countered replied by his harsh and hurting remarks. In the end, it is always my problem, my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he in the fault too? He is right in hiding the fact that he went out to entertain his so called customers and I am wrong in trying to clarify matters with him?? I used the wrong term while clarifying, but i did apologise for the wrong usage of it. Him? Sat there reviewing the thoughts in his mind over and over again with nothing said and done through out the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I am so glad that everything is back to normal. I guess I'll have to learn to be less suspicious and sensitive because of his constant assurance and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a guy without any sense of being considerate to the woman who love him, and not being a gentleman to his so called good friend, i have no wish to continue to befriend such lousy guy. I had put aside my pride and text him a 'sorry' but he just disappoint me without any response. Shouldnt him be a gentleman to at least reply me something? How much is his pride worth? Seriously, i will say NO VALUE.&lt;br /&gt;He can repeat the mistake he has done loudly and still think it is a very noble act. LOL??&lt;br /&gt;Shameless.&lt;br /&gt;没有这么大的能耐， 就别带这么大的帽子。&lt;br /&gt;搞到最后需要低声下气讨好人，为了要他助你一臂之力。&lt;br /&gt;Woah, this shows how expensive his pride is. How pathetic. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183392365410647491-4170146510897115614?l=lovelyescapade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4170146510897115614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183392365410647491/posts/default/4170146510897115614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyescapade.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-wednesday-was-definitely-bad-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Ant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
