<?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-1921229960111489815</id><updated>2011-11-12T06:30:05.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's work hard together! =D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-40446361737313543</id><published>2011-05-09T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:50:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filial Piety towards a Jerk? He doesn't even deserve empathy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm heartless and remain this way towards that jerk. No matter how ill he'll get, I won't give a damn. I've learnt from my past mistakes, to never ever forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outsiders see us as unfilial and heartless or whatsoever, but we're not going to change. He doesn't deserve any good from us. If you're saying we should repay him from bringing us up, sad to say, he didn't. He only left deep wounds inside our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro was accused of stealing his money at the age of 13 or 14. Do you know what he did? That jerk went all the way to school and told the principal the my bro stole his money! Will any parent do that to humiliate his child?! He did. And guess where the money was found? He hid it underneath a shelf and forgotten that he put it there. Ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes to my younger brother. He was the youngest thus we dote him a lot. He was never under the cane, untill one day that jerk hit him with a belt for don't know what reason. He was super traumatised then. But he's forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I've tolerated him for umteen times. Despite knowing that he betrayed my mother for unknown number of times, taking what I did for him for granted for so many occasions and bringing my mother so much hardship, I forgave him again and again. Everyone who has eyes would have seen how much I tried to help in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than scarring our childhood, he haven't contributed financially to the family. All the money he earned, is just for his own survival. Spend the money on betting and women. Even if he did give my money, he has already taken all back and taking even more than he should. How much do you think the Kueh business earn? Bearly enough to cover our family expenditure then. Though he made the kueh, he was paid by my mother $1k every month. Imagine, $1k from this small business. Where did the $1k go? To bets and women again. My mother just act ignorant, let him anyhow spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was jailed a few years back. For what reason? Being a "Tua Pek Gong" for a massage centre where the women inside engage in more intimate business. For your info, "Tua Pek Gong" means you register as the boss of a company but in actual fact, you are not the real boss. The business enaged is illegal thus the real boss need to find a fighure head to help him carry the blame if the illegal business is caught. Stupid right?! When we visited him, he complained about how unbearable it was to stay in the jail, unlike the previous time when he commented that the bed was good and food was nice. He asked my mother to raise money to bail him out. And of course my mother did to minimise his days in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought he repented and maybe would be a good husband when the Kueh business started. But he became more yayapapaya. Keep showing off to people how good he was in doing this business, not crediting any to my mother. My mother was the one who perfected the recipe for the Kueh, but he claimed all the credit. Nevermind, my mother bear with it. But he continued to frequent geylang. How we know? The parking fines he got were mostly in Geylang. Would anyone believe that he went there just to look for friends? My mother turned a blind eye and just helped him paid for all fines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with women outside was tolerable to my mother. But he crossed the line by fooling around with the maid. Yes, a maid. Not one but two. But my mother acted ignorant too until the second maid accuse him of molestation. My mother really broke down then. Outsiders thought that it was because the business was failing that caused financial problem, but the fact was he created this trouble. He fooled around with the first maid and was jealous that the maid was lying on another man's bed, after cooking the kueh, and sent her back to indo out of anger. And guess what, the maid was pregnant for 1 month when she returned to indo for less than a month. My mother suspected that it was his child, and quarelled with him, but he denied. Then, I thought my mother was oversupicious. But it all made sense to me now. About the molestation, as the first maid was gone, the second maid became his target. The second maid ran away to the embassy and wanted to sue him. But my mother fork out $10k of more to stuff the maids mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bearly half a month, my mother suffered losses through failing business as the quality of the kueh couldn't be maintained and wasting $10k over just to save that jerk from jail term. Technically, it was correct to say that my mother suffered depression due to financial problem, but the actual fact was she was so disappointed in that jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother married him in 1981 at the age of 21, when she was so young and definitely had alot of suitors. But she chose him as outsiders told her that she should be married to him, and since she had given her everything, she was married to him. Nobody knows that she still hold the grudge of having to abort so many times during the 5 years courtship. She said before that she had nightmares. I believe she regretted marrying to him. But she had very traditional woman and divorce was never an option even if she mention it during a quarrel. I regretted seeing the fact only when I grew up. If not, she might be more daring to accept the fact that she should divorce him. When we grew up, it was too late. She had the misconception that we grew up because we had a complete family. But the fact is because we had a wonderful mother who could make up for the loss of fatherly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 29years, she had suffered so much. She deserves to have a good retirement in less than 10years time. But she was pushed to the corner and death was the only option she saw to let us have a comfortable life. It was a wrong decision of hers. But she still a good mother. Yesterday was Mother's Day and believe she came back. Or at least she heard me and casused that jerk to be ill. I'm queitly happy that punishment for him is coming. And I see hope that there'll be justice, for my mother who chosen death due to an ungrateful, incapable and heartless husband. His retribution will be to suffer the same pain that my mother had suffered, we won't love or care about him, like he never love and care about my mother but put up an act when she was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say all you want people, but you are not in our shoes and we won't be like my mother, listen to outsiders advice and regret for 30 years.&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/1921229960111489815-40446361737313543?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/40446361737313543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=40446361737313543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/40446361737313543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/40446361737313543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2011/05/filial-piety-towards-jerk-he-doesnt.html' title='Filial Piety towards a Jerk? He doesn&apos;t even deserve empathy!'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-5811330767845333796</id><published>2011-04-24T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T01:27:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dual Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's going to be 6 months soon. Half a year... I just can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose of this post is not for anyone to give me any word of concern or whatsoever. Just felt the need to let those who read this to know that I'm not how I look. Perhaps it's to prevent you all to feel extremely shock and disappointed when I finally break down one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those around me, nothing seems wrong with me. I still carry on my life just that I have no mood for anything, no more drive. The hatred towards that jerk just builds up each day, in fact, each second. His presence and sickening voice, just makes my heart boils. I can feel my heart shivering, like a volcano that's going to erupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not let this grudge stay in me, I know. But how can I let go? Nobody understand the pain and I don't ask for anybody to understand this pain, but I hate it when I'm ask to be strong and not to break ties with that jerk. I'll be sick in the mind if I were to tolerate living with this jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins have been helping us out with the assests my mama left. I'm really thankful for their help but I feel that their mentality is quite screwed. Want us to let that jerk stay in this house and we're not suppose to chase him out no matter what stupid things he do?!!! I'd rather die man! Before my mama passed away, she instructed them to help with the assests. But she's already dead and they want to keep us together cos she instructed them. I don't know how to explain to them, I'll just keep silent, my logic and theirs just clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did my mama choose the path? I never blame her and she's still the mama I love the most in my heart. I know why she did it, cos I know her pain. Now, I'm suffering the pain for her cos I need to face that jerk. Yes, she did it to escape from that jerk, from the fact that she's failed to find a good husband. Then why did she still want us to be with that jerk? Like what she always told me, till the day she died she still can't forgo the love she has for him. She just want us to continue to take care of him cos she doesn't want to owe him anything. I'd tried convincing her to divorce, but she didn't want to as she believes in recarnation and didn't want to owe him anything and repay him in the next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to suffer like my mama. Since they don't want us to kick him out. We'll move out. Everyday, I'd hope that we no longer have to face that jerk. But day by day, we have to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life is ours and we choose to do what we do. Sorry cousins if you all don't agree to, if such things happen to you all, I doubt you all can be so tolerant. Things that are right may be wrong, vice versa. I appreciate all that you all have done, but I shall remain silent from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong and tolerant on the surface, but deep down, I'm vengeful and depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-5811330767845333796?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/5811330767845333796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=5811330767845333796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5811330767845333796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5811330767845333796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2011/04/dual-character.html' title='Dual Character'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-7598883038380179499</id><published>2010-12-07T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:21:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Am I Coping?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been slightly more than a month. Today, I was looking for something which I thought might be in my mama's drawers. Chanced upon the photos that she kept. She's always a happy and easy going person to all who knew her. Can't help but to think how life would be much better with her. Saw the photo that we took during my brother's BMT. It would be a perfect photo if my younger brother was in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever people ask me how am I, I would always say that I'm fine. Yes, it's a fact, I'm really fine. Nothing much has changed with regards to my daily routine. I don't spend half a day crying on bed because I've lost my mama. People say we're strong, relatives worry that we haven't expressed out our emotions. But the fact is, we know what mama wants of us. To live life normally, stay together and be happy. Also, we want her to leave peacefully, knowing that we can take care of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people just don't understand and kept doing those stupid things to disrupt my mama's peace. Seriously, the only thing that change is that I'm disliking my father even more. If he wants to follow the custom of folding and burning paper on the 49th day, go ahead with the preparation yourself. We don't want to be implicated. We don't want mama to come back to 'bless' us cos that won't be her anymore. I seriously feel like telling him off in the face,"If you're dead, do you want people to make you stay as a wandering ghost and worship you as a deity, but when the fact is that you're a ghost and cannot do anything?!" Shit him man. Other than being more irritating, he haven't contribute anything yet. And guess what, he's watching porn! How faithful a husband he is, isn't he? Hypocrite. Wondering how long can we endure his nonsense... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this period, I'm very glad that people around showed lots of concern to us. I feel fortunate that I had a elder brother to depend on and a younger brother who is so matured. Also not forgetting, Ben was exceptionally attentive, always by my side whenever he has the time. Have to admit, I'm super pampered and feel so loved by everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I did blame the Lord for the incident, I start to realise that not everything that looks bad are bad actually. It's the most unfortunate thing that my mama passed away, but she can finally be freed of all burdens and torture. I'm sad that she's gone, I miss her. I pray that she's at peace, no longer worrying whereever or nowhere she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to my daily routine. Studies is still the same. Sian. Haha! Every week looking forward to weekend. Lol! Now, I'm back to being MOM interviewer. Kena balestier the ulu area again. Sigh. But the flexi working hour and good pay is too lucrative. Haha! I'm given 170 cases! *faint* But there's 88 left after one whole day of frantic calling. Hohoho! But house visit will still be a headache. Novena, bishan and tpy. Sigh. Anyway, weekends I'm flea-ing like mad as usual. If you guys think that I'm trying to numb myself or what, then you all are really wrong. The enjoyment of running fleas is so overwhelming that I'm doing 2 on the same day. Passion is the only word that I can think of to explain the tremendous drive in me to be so crazy over fleas. And I'm pulling my younger brother in too. He did his virgin flea with her gf last week and he kept sms-ing me, updating me on the crowd at his side and his sales. Never thought he would so excited. Like sister, like brother. And he's looking forward to the next flea! Lol! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unfortunate happened to us, but we're most fortunate to be able to tell who's genuine and who's not. We're blessed with caring relative and friends and the maturity to stay positive. Happy or not, we still have to go on with life so why not stay positive and be happy. =D&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/1921229960111489815-7598883038380179499?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/7598883038380179499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=7598883038380179499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7598883038380179499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7598883038380179499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-am-i-coping.html' title='How Am I Coping?'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8998223307197572537</id><published>2010-11-11T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:12:54.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripping My Heart Apart to Let You All Know the Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My relatives and close friends had known what had happened in my family. To repeat the story over and over again, it's like what this entry title says, it's like tearing my heart apart again and again. I'm not like my father and other insensitive relatives who's able to repeat this story umteen times like it's something to be proud of. Sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother left us, on 5th Nov morning around 11am. My younger brother was still asleep, my elder brother went out to buy something, my maid was in the kitchen, my father went out to (supposedly) work and I was on my way home from Ben's place. My phone was running out of battery, so I switched it to super silent mode (w/o sound and vibration). When I alight at Khatib, checked my phone, realised there's 3 missed calls just a min or 2 ago. They're from my brothers and godfather. Called back home, nobody answer. Called my elder brother. I couldn't believe what I heard. My younger brother called back, it was confirmed. I called my godfather, he knew it then too. My mum jumped off the building. I was too taken aback to react. Called Ben to tell him but he could only hear me saying that my mum committed suicide and he was on his way down. Being an optimist, I was still hoping that she survived. Tears streamed down slowly while I gapsed for breath. I can hardly breathe. Walked at my fastest pace and managed to only run a few distance as I was running out of breath. In my heart, I prayed that my mum would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the walk from the train station to my house seems to be longer than usual. On my way, another cousin called and asked me where I was and if I know what had happened. My hope was diminishing as I got nearer to my block. Saw the blue police tentage and a stretcher. I was eyeing on the stretcher hoping that my mother was on it, but no. My hope diminished. Heart sunk. Looking at the tentage, I screamed my hearts out, pulling my hair in distress. Devastated. Couldn't believe. Walked towards the tentage, wanting to see my mum's body, but was stopped by the police. They want me to calm down first. Sat on the stairs, feeling depressed and frustrated. I shouted in madarin scolding her for being a medium end up jumping to her death. My heart was filled with hatred, not towards her but to those who brought this upon her. Scolded the relatives for bringing her to some many temples that caused her to become so crazy. I know I was wrong to blame, but that was a clear fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to calmed myself down after venting out my anger. Witness the police searching my mum's body and I took a last look at her. Her last expression, filled with pain and agony. What could I do, walked away in tears. Sat on the stairs again, in daze. Looking opposite my block, saw people gathering there looking at the tentage. I was super angry, but I help my composure. Asked the police to chase them away as I was not comfortable with them staring at the tentage, felt that it was very disrespectful to my mother. They were helpful and helped to chase them away. Why can't people be more considerate and sensitive towards others feeling. It's obvious that it's a suicide case and the daughter was right there feeling devasted upon seeing her dead body, is it really that entertaining to see such a scene? Wait till one day, you get involve in such a scene yourself, won't it be even more entertaining then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for don't know how long and decided to go upstairs to show my concern to my brothers and maid. My father was still uncontactable then. He's phone is practically of no use, always uncontactable. Saw my didi, he was very traumatised too. I hugged him tightly and told him that no mama is not around anymore, we have to stay strong together. Looked for the maid and saw her crying. Consoled her and told her that it's nobody's fault and not to be too sad. Sat beside my elder brother, held his hand and apologised for not being home when the incident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was equally traumatised. Could really remembered what happened in between except that I walked out of my room to ask my relatives to stop discussing about the incident, to be more sensitive to us. Of course, being super gossipers, they soon started gossiping again but lowering down their volume. Then suddenly, they left my house and I thought they really left until the next day then I knew why they left. Ben came shortly after they left. He was to shocked to know what to do. But I felt better with him by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the funeral, I thought a Buddhist ceremony would be more appropriate for my mum cos she always wanted to become one, but due to my father's roots, she had to get involve in the toaist practices. Till the day she dies, my father still wants her to stay in this belief that caused her death and have no clues that she actually dislike the practise. Why? Because he's such a bossy and sucky husband who only cares about his own needs and wants and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my cousin to help me relay the message to my father and guess what? They say until like I forcefully want them to do a Buddhist funeral. Kao eh! Really very imaginative man. I really where their brains are man. Btw, "they" refer to those big mouthed uncles, aunties and my father. Fine, I swallow this accusation, just grumble and didn't make any scene. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mum's body was taken away and the police left, some relatives stayed on for awhile and left. My father's sister arrived at don't know when and start spouting insensitive words saying that we're all doom, no mother, we're going to be doom, blah blah blah. I stayed in the room, blood boiling with Ben calming me down. My elder brother slammed the door. Good job. I walked out of the room, forgotten for what reason le, and she started saying what why never look after my mum la.. blah blah blah... I could stop the volcano inside me, and erupted, telling her that she only know how to talk and she is in no position to comment. My father stood up for her sister scolding me for being disrespectful. Hello, who's being disrespectful. My mother has just died, not yours so keep you mouth shut. My elder brother exploded too. Shouted at them to shut their mouth up and now mama was gone, talk so much for what. If you all are wondering, this auntie is not really that close to my mama. In actual fact, all my father's side relative only know that my mama is a good wife but not in very close terms with her. They only take advantage of her kindness. So it's not insensible that we ask them to shut their bloody mouth up. They only know how to curse, no good words. No wonder all are so screwed up people, luckily we're more bonded to my mother's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After creating so much scene, my impression in those relatives were tarnish and I'm the rebellious one. Since I'm the bad guy, then I shall be that all the way. During the Buddhist Chanting ceremony, I left after the 7th page of the sutra. I was seriously pissed off with that guy who kept pointing at the book I was holding and forcing me to chant. I just kept my mouth shut and wanted to kept my cool. After the 2nd page, I told myself, if he do it again on the next page, I would leave. He did it again. On the 3rd, 4th and 5th page, I told myself to endure. On the 6th page, I was super pissed cos he started circling the words he point on the book. I passed him back the sutra and walked away. I'm not a Buddhist and the fact that I sat there to hear the chants, I'd given enough face and respect. You chose to be an irritant so I just had to embarass you. My brother and other cousins were pissed with him too. But I was the only one to walk away cos I only believe in the Lord. Whatever that I do at the funeral, it's just to follow the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe due to the fact that I had told my mother that I'd jump down with her if she jumped (during the period when she had serious depression), no relatives dares to test my patience. And for that auntie, she just siam whenever she sees me. No one dares to comment. Even if they comment, I'll just shoot them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most know that I'm stepping into Christianity, thus those practices during the funeral I was very reluctant to follow. But nevermind, only for that few days, I endure with it. While holding the joss sticks and buring the papers overnight, I prayed. And I know that the Lord will understand the situation that I was in and forgive me. Everyday, I chose to take the overnight shift so that I can avoid the crowd that come and pay my mama their last visits. I don't like the noise they create and the things they talk about during the funeral. I just want my mama to have peace. During the night, it was most peaceful, my mama (if she could hear) don't have to feel guilty while hearing those insensible adults spouting nonesense. While buring the joss paper in the night, my cousins would stay up with me and we would have a light and cheerful conversation. That's what my mama wants to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the furneral, 3 of us were very strong. Not much tears shed, except for me crying when I first see my mama lying in the coffin. My father, I didn't really care. Crocodile tears, that's all I can say. If he really loved my mother, she wouldn't have suffered so much. What's the use of continuously crying over my mama's dead body. I hated those who cried non-stop. I repeated this unteem times too, I want my mama to leave in peace, to know that we're strong without her. I don't want to keep her. What's the point? She can't do anything now. If she were to stay, she'll only be guilty and feel irresponsible for leaving us behind. What's the point? Please let her leave peacefully for paradise, where she needs to suffer no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the day she was cremated, we held back our tears, 3 of us. Except for me again la. I was consoling those who cried telling them that we should be happy that mama is in paradise now, don't cry and let mama go peacefully. Until the last cousin I consoled, I was affected and tears streamed down, but I held back the rest. You may think it's bad, but I feel that it's good for my mother. 3 of us, stood strong in front of my mother, without tears, to send this one united message to her. Leave peacefully, without guilt nor regrets, as 3 of us will always stand strong and support each other. I believe she received the message and left peacefully. Today it's the 7th day. I'm praying very hard that her soul/spirit won't be back. For in the Bible it's stated the the body returns to the Earth, spirit returns to the Lord while the Soul will be casted to hell. These 3 parts together is my mother, but when separated, they are nothing but my mama's carcass. My mama has gone, so nothing should come back. Whatever that returns will be the evil spirit that caused her death. My father don't want to face this fact, still continue to worship. Till death will he see what is he really worshipping. Nothing else but the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps after reading till here, you may think that my mother is very irresponsible and whatever, but nobody has the rights to criticise her. She's the best mother and will always be loved in our hearts. She didn't choose to take her own life. It wasn't her doing. If she really wanted to die, why would she leave the safe lock when everything important is inside, why would she continue to buy life insurrance for herself when it's not claimable, why would she leave so many things undone to be handled by her 3 children, why did she changed her appointment with her psychiatrist........ She's not an irresponsible mother. It's the evil spirit that claimed her life. Her craziness started after she got herself to become a medium just because other mediums claimed that she should be one. To those who believe in this kind of spirits, please give a second thought. Are they really worth worshipping? Is it out of faith or FEAR. If they're really that holy, why do they need those joss sticks, papers and other offerings in return to the "favour" they do for you. What exactly are you worshipping? Wake up, before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already thinking of introducing the Lord to my mama a few more years later when I can really understand this religion. But it was too late. To those who had spoken to my mama before her death, nobody will expect her to have jumped cos she looked well. Nothing seems wrong with her. During her craziest state, almost every day, every hour, she would say she want to die, tried to bite her tongue, said she want to jump down the building, but she didn't. Perhaps it was because I help her hand while she was asleep then and prayed for her. To me, the Lord did helped my mama. He prolonged her life, made her had the will to continue living. But the battle between my mama and the evil spirit needs to come to an end. My mother lost. But we're proud of her. We know that she fought hard. She may be concious when she jumped as she called my nephew to tell him to split her assest into 4, but the evil was in control of her actions. I admit I blamed her at first, but later I came to realise it wasn't her. Through prayers, I see the truth. Through prayers, it gave me the courage to be myself. Through prayers, I'm able to stand strong. Through prayers, I understand that she jumped at that time cos none of us will realise. Furthermore, would she want to leave with the regret of not seeing her dearest daughter for one last time? Of course not, she's afraid that if I see her jump, I would follow. She loves us very much and couldn't bear to leave us, but she just wasn't in control of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who had read the news articles and choose to believe those bullshit, I can only say that you are stupid. To the stupid ones who entertain those reporters, HYPOCRITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends for trying to be by my side. Thank you cousins for standing by us. Thank you, my beloved Gong Gong for constantly praying for us. Thank you Lord for holding my hand when I reached out for you. Thank you mama for loving us, for we're able to stay so strong cos we drew strength from your love for us. I believe you've left in peace.&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/1921229960111489815-8998223307197572537?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8998223307197572537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8998223307197572537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8998223307197572537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8998223307197572537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/11/ripping-my-heart-apart-to-let-you-all.html' title='Ripping My Heart Apart to Let You All Know the Story'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-6402179969199684989</id><published>2010-11-02T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:37:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FInally updated! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been 3 months since I last posted! Needless to say, I've been busy flea-ing around. Lol! To think about it, I had never expected myself to be in this business. Sales isn't the kind of job that I like. As people who knows me well, I'm not that kind who like to approach people. That's also why I only have a few friends, but also the most wonderful people I like to be with. Somehow, this business has changed me. My groups of friends are expending gradually. Through fleas, I've made friends with great people. Due to Iris' (The one who I ran fleas with most of the time in the beginning stage) openness in sharing with me her flea experience, I did the same too. She taught me alot and thanks to her, I'm able to survive in this trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may think that this is a very unstrategic move as you'll end up with more competitors, instead I should keep everything to myself and let those struggling vendors give up flea-ing. To prevent competition, yes, I should do that. But if you're confident of your business, why would you be afraid of competition? Plus, competition is a source of motivation for one to come out with better products to attract customers. I'm glad to have shared my experience with other vendors and hopefully in some way helped them. I'm not the best in this trade, but I do my best to spread the warmth in this flea culture. Flea market is a shopping paradise with not only great bargains but great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up a lot. Able to interact with people I don't know. No longer the super shy type I was long ago. I'm loving the way I am now. Still feel quite exhausted if I have to interact for long though, but my stamina is improving. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning stage, I kept asking myself why I engaged myself in such a not profitable business. During one of the flea at Sentosa on my way back, I cried, asking myself why did I have to do this. I'm glad I didn't allow myself to continue to be depressed. I'm glad that I fought on and is able to support myself now, though the earnings can only barely make my ends meet. It's been only less than a year, but I've been through so much and survived. Haha! It's not easy to flea around, but my passion drives me on. Perhaps this is the only job that will bring me 99.9% satisfaction. I'm not one who likes things to be too systematic, I don't like to blindly follow instructions and I like my voice to be heard. Only through flea can I find the satisfaction of being able to have things done in my own messy way. Haha!  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite sad that there's no good fleas these few weeks, won't be able to satisfy my carving for fleas. Sigh. And this means that I have to survive on bread and water this month! Lol! It's my loss, but it's someone else's gain. Ben must be really happy that he need not help me out at fleas on saturdays and that we can finally spend some quality time together on a weekend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not a norm for me to be so free, isn't it? Yes, I got myself involved in the MOM surveyor job again. Lol! I chose AMK and Novena area. And I'm stupid to not know that Novena area includes Balestier. Don't like going there especially in the night. But nvm, it's only for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm have one week break from school, but I'm in no mood to study! Argh!!! How can I diverge the passion I have in flea-ing to my studies? I wonder.... Lol!&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/1921229960111489815-6402179969199684989?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/6402179969199684989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=6402179969199684989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6402179969199684989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6402179969199684989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally-updated-d.html' title='FInally updated! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-5996773208775553734</id><published>2010-07-27T03:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T03:51:19.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flea, flea and more flea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My constant flea-ing effort is showing some results. Not many online order from customers who patron my booth during fleas, but my namecards are getting lesser. More and more customers are taking my namecards, that means, they're observing our blogshop. =D What I should do now is to upload all my accessories, but I'm too tired to do it. After every flea, I'd have to sleep at least 2 days. Seriously it's super tiring. Hopefully I'd have the mood and energy to upload them soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My accessories are depleting. Think it's time for batch 4. =D For these 3 weeks of this mth, I had been running fleas every sat. Hoping to go for a fourth one this sat if possible. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last flea I went was at HomeClub, Clarke Quay area. Extremely impressed with the organiser Flea.Fly.Flo.Fun. It's the best flea I've every been to. We, the booth vendors, were given plenty or space, unlike other fleas which always makes me feel suffocated. Probably due to this, shoppers were more willing to take their time to browse through every booth and not rush to get out of the place asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose an outdoor booth which most people will pass by, so I had an edge over the others. People will tend to spot my booth cos I've got almost everything shoppers usually look for, apparels and accessories. Plus, recently I'd brought along nail polishes which was quite a hit at the flea too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My booth set up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TE3fi0ZJUpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Iiqfvw45qsk/s1600/DSC04122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TE3fi0ZJUpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Iiqfvw45qsk/s320/DSC04122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498296509361902226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For this flea, I have the best sales so far. My profit was 2 times the amount for other good fleas. See how little accessories I'm left with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left: Arena on 17th,  Right: HomeClub on 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TE3fiWpbhuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/j0WxRFaI5GM/s1600/Arena+VS+Homeclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TE3fiWpbhuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/j0WxRFaI5GM/s320/Arena+VS+Homeclub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498296501377140450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how strategic a place I'd gotten. Just right next to the river! It was super relaxing, but didn't have much time to enjoy the nice atmosphere. And and and, I got to see fireworks!!! The direction I was facing was just where the fireworks were. Others had to rush out to see, while I just sit down there and enjoy while drinking my glass of coke. Hohoho. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TE3fjZYYRxI/AAAAAAAAAoI/sWtg7dYpGjI/s1600/DSC04125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TE3fjZYYRxI/AAAAAAAAAoI/sWtg7dYpGjI/s320/DSC04125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498296519290799890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, I was alone at the flea again. Packing up is alright for me, but  pulling back 2 trolleys is super tiring. So, I asked Ben to fetch me  again! Lol! Poor him, always have to be my coolie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-5996773208775553734?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/5996773208775553734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=5996773208775553734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5996773208775553734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5996773208775553734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/07/flea-flea-and-more-flea.html' title='Flea, flea and more flea!'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TE3fi0ZJUpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Iiqfvw45qsk/s72-c/DSC04122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-5819425430642056020</id><published>2010-07-22T08:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:00:09.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt Faber with Cousins! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Mt Faber with my cousins. It was quite a last minute meet up, arranged only the day before! Lol! Luckily it rained heavily the previous day, so the weather there was very good. Was afraid it might rain cos the forecast stated that it would be partly cloudy. In fact it was super sunny in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there with a rough idea of what we'd like to look out for. Went there with Ben once but didn't realise that there was so much to see there. Passed by some abandoned cable cars so took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeQy4ljIeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/l2H-onobOxM/s1600/DSC04054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeQy4ljIeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/l2H-onobOxM/s320/DSC04054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496521074086715874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeQzU6jMtI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mBE397Lpuzo/s1600/DSC04055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeQzU6jMtI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mBE397Lpuzo/s320/DSC04055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496521081690993362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeQ0F3n3EI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2uz0hDPRGyE/s1600/DSC04058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeQ0F3n3EI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2uz0hDPRGyE/s320/DSC04058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496521094832053314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first stop, the Henderson Wave. It's really beautiful. The view there is rather nice too. Definitely a  good place for relaxation and enjoy the serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeR7CV-64I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Cio7B6rfPG4/s1600/DSC04061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeR7CV-64I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Cio7B6rfPG4/s320/DSC04061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496522313656363906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The platform is made by wooden planks. Believe that bridge has been there for qiute some time, but apparently the planks are in extremely good condition. Very clean, so we didn't give a second thought before lying on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e)  {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeR8iGuLTI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/17NSEa9mTvA/s1600/DSC04090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeR8iGuLTI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/17NSEa9mTvA/s320/DSC04090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496522339362155826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin suggested to have a "jumping" shot. I started out jumping alone first while my cousin tried to take a good shot. Jumped a few times, got fed up and ask her to join me too. We jumped countless time for this shot! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeR7rKFzlI/AAAAAAAAAnA/T7OEF5PBkWw/s1600/DSC04079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeR7rKFzlI/AAAAAAAAAnA/T7OEF5PBkWw/s320/DSC04079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496522324612337234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I helped my cousins to take one. I was more pro than them. Lol! Only a few jumps before this good shot. Haha! =D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeR8I7MhAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cIv4IpJRH_k/s1600/DSC04088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeR8I7MhAI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cIv4IpJRH_k/s320/DSC04088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496522332602926082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After resting there for quite some time, we headed for the forest walk. There were two paths; the earth trail or the elevated walkway. We chose the latter cos it was the easier path though longer. Haha! That walk is definitely much better than tree top walk. Though it wasn't as high, it was long enough and have more things to see. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Hortpark. Saw this chair swing in their mini garden and rested there for awhile. So fun sitting on the swing that cost $600+. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeSlOWDxtI/AAAAAAAAAnw/FxsSxtymcyg/s1600/DSC04106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeSlOWDxtI/AAAAAAAAAnw/FxsSxtymcyg/s320/DSC04106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496523038432413394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeSksIql0I/AAAAAAAAAno/rkInoYHPuCA/s1600/DSC04103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeSksIql0I/AAAAAAAAAno/rkInoYHPuCA/s320/DSC04103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496523029249431362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's alot to see inside Hortpark. There's like a demo room decorated with plants. Super cosy, we sat in there and chatted for quite awhile, remiscing our childhood times together and talked about what we want to do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than these, there are several different themed gardens. There's a butterfly garden that houses alot of butterflies, but it's only opened on the last saturday of every month so we can only peep in from outside. But around the vicinity, there were several butterflies flying around too. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw this Glasshouse that has lots of flowers. We couldn't go in again, but admiring them from outside was enjoyable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hortpark was our last destination. There are more to explore but we were too hungry to continue. Haha! Bus-ed back to habour front and had YaKun toast. What an accomplishment to have walk such a long distance. But the walk is easy la. It's a must to go there again! =D&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/1921229960111489815-5819425430642056020?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/5819425430642056020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=5819425430642056020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5819425430642056020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5819425430642056020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/07/mt-faber-with-cousins-d.html' title='Mt Faber with Cousins! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEeQy4ljIeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/l2H-onobOxM/s72-c/DSC04054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8810849036260293465</id><published>2010-07-17T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:52:22.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian Feast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Lower Seletar again last night. This time round, we had a mini picnic there. Went to buy Ben's dinner at Chong Pang. We've been craving for durian and finally bought it! 3 for $10. Apparently one wasn't ripe when Ben went home and tried to open it, but the other two were terrific! Ben like sweet ones while I like bitter, so just nice. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I chiong the durians first while he slowly eat his chicken cutlet.  Thought I could really finish all the durians but only finish half a  durian, I was almost bloated le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our mini picnic =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEHBIbC8GBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7dAPrNEeVCY/s1600/DSC04029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEHBIbC8GBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7dAPrNEeVCY/s320/DSC04029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494885370811914258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben enjoying his cutlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEHBI68fMnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vjBTQE5oHQc/s1600/DSC04032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEHBI68fMnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vjBTQE5oHQc/s320/DSC04032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494885379374789234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first one we opened was rather sweet so kept pestering Ben to open a second one hoping that it was bitter. Yeah! It was really bitter, but only ate a few then taboleh tahan liao. Lol! So Ben finished the leftovers, except the bitter ones. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEHBJPzU10I/AAAAAAAAAmI/KMpFzM3l50M/s1600/DSC04035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEHBJPzU10I/AAAAAAAAAmI/KMpFzM3l50M/s320/DSC04035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494885384973506370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a shiok night we had! Durian, durian, durian! We love durian! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEHBJvTAWdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/HK7lZt-yV0k/s1600/DSC04036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEHBJvTAWdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/HK7lZt-yV0k/s320/DSC04036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494885393427880402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-8810849036260293465?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8810849036260293465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8810849036260293465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8810849036260293465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8810849036260293465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/07/durian-feast.html' title='Durian Feast!'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEHBIbC8GBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7dAPrNEeVCY/s72-c/DSC04029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-2185946037616787684</id><published>2010-07-16T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:11:10.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lower Seletar Reservoir =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We found a new pa-tor place! Lower Seletar Reservoir! Nope, not the one near mrt track, that's "someone else's" favourite dating place. Lol! Anyway, the one near the mrt has been renovated. Rather beautiful now that the new platform stretches more outward into the waters. Nice view. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our new pa-tor venue. It's the one near seletar runway. In the past, it was more remote, in the sense that there were not so many people. Now there's lots of people and big trucks. Not as peaceful as before, but still a nice place for relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there in the afternoon and the sun was really hot, but the big wind made the weather cool enough. Very quiet, except for the big vehicles passing by every now and then. We laid in the car and Ben chose to listen to my parent's mandarin songs. He was reminiscing the times when he used to go there with his family, telling me what they used to do there. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEAR9mB8JEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/lVyuMKmQ-j4/s1600/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEAR9mB8JEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/lVyuMKmQ-j4/s320/DSC02997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494411295270380610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went there again in the night, planning to fly our kite there. But the land breeze wasn't consistent and big enough. Mission fail. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEAR-nTowVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-IqT35b61a8/s1600/DSC04013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEAR-nTowVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-IqT35b61a8/s320/DSC04013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494411312792912210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fail to fly the kite, we start taking some photos instead. =D There were alot of couples there, see the people behind in the pic b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEAR_YkL-BI/AAAAAAAAAlw/npn2rCbPMO4/s1600/DSC04019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEAR_YkL-BI/AAAAAAAAAlw/npn2rCbPMO4/s320/DSC04019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494411326015666194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEAR-NYPUUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/idr9BmspnCk/s1600/DSC04020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEAR-NYPUUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/idr9BmspnCk/s320/DSC04020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494411305832894786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoyed myself very much that day! Will definitely go there often. Will anybody be interested to have a BBQ there? I'm planning to do so! =D&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/1921229960111489815-2185946037616787684?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/2185946037616787684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=2185946037616787684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2185946037616787684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2185946037616787684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/07/lower-seletar-reservoir-d.html' title='Lower Seletar Reservoir =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TEAR9mB8JEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/lVyuMKmQ-j4/s72-c/DSC02997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-2060393365786497370</id><published>2010-07-12T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:18:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Attended ex-boss wedding lunch with Ying Yan. Yes, it's LUNCH. It was a small event with close friends and relatives. Can see that he was still as excited and happy as he was during ROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See how happy he is? Smile so happily that the eye got so small. Lol! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TDsrm5k6K6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/YDxo4d_1wQQ/s1600/DSC04001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TDsrm5k6K6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/YDxo4d_1wQQ/s320/DSC04001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493032117799103394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like superstars walking on the red carpet. He look so xin fu. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TDsrn8jj9hI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SEK2sGBbpDI/s1600/DSC04004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TDsrn8jj9hI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SEK2sGBbpDI/s320/DSC04004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493032135778629138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a flea at scape youth park on that day too, so drove to the event at Hotel Re! @ Pearl's Hill. Not the first time driving to Town, but first time going by CTE. Unfortunately, I missed the exit on my planned route. Lol! The next exit after the intended one was to Havelock Road, and I happened to know that road as the subordinate court was there. Stopped at the subordinate court and started searching my dearest directory for our location. Luckily, we didn't really get lost, we were just a few hundred metres away from our destination. Hoho! Got there in time for the reception and waited awhile before the lunch. The door gift was a super cute deck of poker cards with love messages on it, love it! =D We didn't stay for the entire lunch as I need to rush for the flea. Gave my boss face, so left only after the photoshoot. It was around 2pm then, and my flea starts at 2pm, suppose to set up at 1pm. So I'm really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dropped YY at Orchard station and continue my search on how to get into Scape Park's carpark cos I missed it the first round! 2nd time I got lost that day. Lol! Kept going in circles around orchard-somerset area cos there was only one route to enter into the carpark. Spent more than half an hour driving in circles. I know orchard road quite well now I guess. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea was super crowded, not only with customers, but with lots of booths. Super squeezy. There was light drizzle, on and off, was really afraid that it might rain cos my booth wasn't in the sheltered area. Slowly set up the booth. Luckily shared booth with some people, so they helped me to fix the rack and arranged some of my accessories too. Nice people. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business was alright for me, sold quite some nail polishes. But my other two partners weren't that lucky, cos they only sold clothes. Clothes are sellable at fleas, only if they're unique or are price really low, below $10. Cos there were too many stalls around selling 2nd hand apparels for as low as $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was free to help me for the closing so I asked Ming Yun for help. Sold quite a number of nail polishes she brought in so believe she was quite happy to help, plus I drove there so can drive her back. Haha! =D Packing up is always much easier with 2 pair of hands, at least not so sian. Hehe. =D But carrying the stuff up the car will always be a chore, and my arms are still aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afriad to get lost again, I discussed the route that I had planned with Ming so that she can guide me. But once again, I failed! Haha! Turn at the wrong turn and ended up on balestier road. No choice, only can depend on instinct as Ming search for our location. LoL! Luckily didn't always sleep when taking other's car. Saw a familiar building at the end of balestier road which was on thomson road. Managed to find the way back again. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unfortunate thing that happened that day wasn't getting lost thrice. I lost my ring. :'( Lost it at the flea. Search high and low, almost everywhere with Ming's help, but couldn't find it. Called Gong and told him the bad news. Believe it made him upset, but he was understanding and sent me a sweet message to console me. Next day, we went to buy the same ring. =D Still hoping that the old ring is still lying somewhere.&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/1921229960111489815-2060393365786497370?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/2060393365786497370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=2060393365786497370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2060393365786497370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2060393365786497370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/07/hectic-saturday.html' title='Hectic Saturday'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/TDsrm5k6K6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/YDxo4d_1wQQ/s72-c/DSC04001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-4334099774492970324</id><published>2010-07-02T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T02:39:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a legal Driver! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 4 long months of practice, I finally took my test on 24th June. Wasn't too nervous at first, but as I got into the car for the warm up practice, I felt my hands turning cold. My driving wasn't too good for the warm up.  During the vertical parking, I scraped the kerb. Stalled the car for at least 3 times for the approx 20mins practice, and there were other screw ups. Quite demoralised then, but was still hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for around 20mins for the test. Tested directional change first. It's the easiest of all, so no problem. Next was slope, I took quite some time to master it so was confident enough, completed it nicely. Then was crank course I think. After that was parallel parking. During usual practice seldom screw up but unfortunately I struck the kerb!!! Super disappointed. 10points flew away just like that. I was like thinking: "Die, that's the end of it. Need to come back again." Then I tried to request the tester to let me redo. Lol! But of cos, he didn't allow la. Next, went to do S course and vertical parking. Luckily no screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued on the road, my mind was fill with the thought that I might fail. Kept telling myself to focus and that since the tester allow me to continue, there's hope. Some minor mistakes here and there. When we reached back, I had convinced myself that I had failed and asked the tester to let me redo the parallel parking again. Lol! The thought of going back to practise again really puts me off. Again, the tester didn't allow. He said it was only 10pts. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited in the room and was really afraid that he would be sitting down to advise me on the mistakes that I had made, cos that would mean that I had failed. Waited for a few mins only, but it felt like 15mins. Haha! Then he came out, passed me my ic, pdl and test slip, "Go and watch video." I was super duper happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky that day to have gotten a very lenient tester. My total demerit point was supposed to be 20, but he took away 2 pts. 18 pts, just passed. So what, at least I passed. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was super disgusting and bloody. Will never want to end up like any victims shown in the video. Next, went to apply for the licence. Expensive man, $50! I forgot that the photo background can only be white, so have to retake, $7. Sian. After that, happily went to buy my p plate and street directory. The p plate was more expensive than the street directory, thought it would be the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, wanted to practise my driving skill and familiarised with my family car, drove my mum to amk to our food stall. Seriously, the feeling of driving with and without licence is really different. Since I'm already legal to drive, I was very confident with drive though my mum kept (somehow) criticising my driving skills. Like, "Keep right now" when I was two junctions away before turning right, "Brake now" when I was already engine braking before the arrows. Maybe cos it's an auto car, the braking distance is longer than the SSDC manual car ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday had a flea at mount sophia. Lucky or unlucky, nobody was available to drive me there and thinking of the cab fee that would be incurred, I decided to drive myself there. It was a long journey but I enjoyed it, though I damaged the car a little on my way up the hill. Too narrow le. Hehe. =D Hated the minor traffic jams though. The experience made me realised how reckless motorcyclist can be, I'm so afraid of them man always squeezing in between vehicles. Also, it makes me dislikes taxi drivers. One taxi overtook to the left lane and horned me while I overtook to the right lane. Sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reaching there, I nearly lost my way. Luckily my street directory was with me. I love my street directory. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side track abit, the flea was not too bad except that the organiser didn't give me the amount of space they were supposed to give me. Though the place was ulu, up on some hill, they were able to attract shoppers by providing shuttle service. Thumbs up. =D No breakthrough for this flea though cos the shoppers were super good at bargaining. Hopefully expo one will be better, praying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the flea myself cos everyone was busy. But Ben came down to help me out during closing, though he just came out from camp that day. Maybe most of you don't know, I always bring 2 trolleys of stuff when running fleas. Handling everything alone makes me feel like a super woman. Really thankful that I've such a supportive boyfriend, though he don't really like going to fleas with me, cos I always neglect him. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when driving back, cos Ben didn't know what I was writing on my notes, I ended up taking the wrong road, or rather, we took up an unplanned road instead. Luckily I chose the correct 'wrong' road which can lead us back. The road that we took didn't allow me to stop by the side so I couldn't check the directory. Finally drove on a familiar road, serangoon road. Always take bus there to buy my equipment so roughly know how to go back from there. For the rest of the road till SLE(I think), I drove mostly on instinct. Haha! =D Then on the expressway, there were several exits. Ben called a friend to ask for directions and we managed to reached back without getting lost again. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too be honest, I'm "directionless", as in I can't remember well which road leads to where or which expressway to take to go where. So I always plan my route when I drive far and my street directory is my best driving buddy now. =D Drove almost everyday since I passed, and am still enjoying driving. Let's see how long can this hobby last. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today, it's still quite unbelieveable that I managed to pass. Without doubt, I'm being blest. =D&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/1921229960111489815-4334099774492970324?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/4334099774492970324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=4334099774492970324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/4334099774492970324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/4334099774492970324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-legal-driver-d.html' title='I&apos;m a legal Driver! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-2214588133059471019</id><published>2010-06-16T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T02:58:47.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Really didn't wish to work at any IT Fair anymore. But really need to earn some money. The driving lessons, money thrown into my bazaars and investment in insurance are making my cash-on-hand running really low. Need to earn and save up for my uni fees. My income is solely based on my bazaars now, but it's not a guaranteed income. But for the last three bazaars, managed to earn quite a bit back. Hopefully after two or three bazaars, I'll be able to recoup my losses and start profitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for Acer as promoter for their desktops and notebooks. Attended the training before the show and was really disappointed to see that there was so many promoters. Thought it would be a really stiff competition. Was really stress that week cos I was really afraid that I would not be able to earn much for the show. Only on the first day did I realise that different Acer booths were manned by different resellers. The one that I was working for had only 10-12 promoters and we were located right at the entrance of the hall. The first day, I was really blur, cos I didn't know much about computer stuff. Kept asking the other more experience promoters there. And they were always so willing to answer. =D Thought I won't be able to last there for more than one day cos the previous working experience at SITEX shows was really unbearable, super tired. On top of that, I was working for money, not experience. Working for experience is fun, but not for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my knowledge about desktops and notebooks improved and of course, it helped me to made more sales. First day-3 sets, Second day-5, Third day-6, Last day-10sets. For the last day, was told that our basic will double if we were able to sold 15 sets provided the the total sales for the day was 200. But sadly, the competition from other booths were really too formidable. Their prices was slashed as much as $100 less than ours. By the last day, I was really exhausted and was thinking of giving up on that day. My first sales only came an hour or two later. Really very demoralising. But luckily, the subsequent sales didn't take too long. Praying helps. I endured the whole PC Show through prayers, praying that I would be able to last through each day. It also helped me to stay focused and work towards my goal, money. Lol! Personally, I feel that my performance for this PC Show is the best as compared to the previous two. Really chiong all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met quite a handful of sickening customers who wasted a large pool of my saliva but felt very fortunate to have worked with such nice bunch of experienced promoter. Though our commission is individual based, we worked as a team. We only see other booths as competitors, and not see each other as enemies. Seeing how inconsiderate the promoters from other booths were, I feel really fortunate that I've chosen a company that did not resort to such unscrupulous practice. Though we were located at the prime location, promoters from other booth should not cross the line and stand right in front of ours to snatch our customers. Literally, they snatched our customers while we were talking to them. Was really annoyed by their actions. They did it on the second day, we feedback to our supervisors and they talked to the other booth's supervisor. From third day on, they stopped. But they were really good at conning their customers. One of the models was selling at $999 on the third day, last day, it was $1099. Playing with customer's psychology, so when they ask for better price, $999, wow $100 reduction. Lol! So people who frequent IT Fairs, take note of such techniques by resellers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, was satisfied that I pulled through the four days. Seriously, I don't know how much commission I would be getting. Lazy to ask, have to check one by one. Hopefully the total pay will be around $400. =D&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/1921229960111489815-2214588133059471019?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/2214588133059471019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=2214588133059471019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2214588133059471019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2214588133059471019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/06/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8099367229346559487</id><published>2010-04-20T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:25:24.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Lesson Learnt In A Hard Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that things have almost come to an end, except that I haven't gotten my money back, I can openly share with you all without fearing that I might be stressed up. This post is super long, but this will help me to remember the foolish mistake I had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1st March, I met up with a primary school friend cos he said he got a friend doing business and looking for people to help him. He said the working time is rather flexible so I decided to go have a look, cos so many people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; me for job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lobangs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him, and he brought me to the company. The building looks impressive. I thought they just own a small office in the building. To my surprise, they own quite a few levels of offices in the building. The company is actually quite an established one, 4 year-old company. I was wondering to myself: I thought it should be a small company. It was supposed to be just a meet up so I was didn't see the point to be defensive. I totally let down my guard as I thought this friend could be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the building, one of the 'shareholders'(Name her A) of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LFI&lt;/span&gt; (the company), came to talk to us and explain what they do there. Oh my goodness, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MLM&lt;/span&gt;. She explained that they're actually not a totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MLM&lt;/span&gt; company as they have physical shops and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;salespersons&lt;/span&gt; to help us with the sales of the products. As in, they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;professionals&lt;/span&gt; to explain to customers the functions of the products. She continued to bombard me with information of the products, how they work as a team, how reliable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LFI&lt;/span&gt; is with Fred Ho as a partner for their diamonds business, how reliable the products are as they have famous artiste like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Ping Hui and Vincent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; advertising for them, etc... As I had totally let down my guard, I was gradually being coaxed by them into believing that this business was really worth giving a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, A left to attend to something else and another 'shareholder'(Name him B) continued to explain to me about the business. He said things like everyone who join the company are shareholders, tell me the details of their products, how good they are... His auntie didn't believe in such product but after she took some to try from his mum, realised how good the pills were and became a regular consumer. Blah blah blah... Then he shared with me how lucrative this business was. If you sell how many bottles, how many points you'll get... If you recruit some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;downlines&lt;/span&gt; how many point you'll be rewarded... At the end of the month, how much can you earn... He went on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;multiplying&lt;/span&gt; the numbers... $1000... $2000... $3000... $4000... Then if your sales is good become don't know what director, company will sponsor you car. No wonder there's so many sports car outside the company. Wow... Seeing such good earnings, how could I resist the temptation especially when I really need money this days. (If I get into SIM, I need to come out with around $27k for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; fees. I thought: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Sounds like easy money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. Join their membership first then consider whether to join in their business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to pay the $10+ for the membership cos I thought I could help the friend in this way. But they started to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;persuade&lt;/span&gt; me to buy their package to qualify for their business so that I can sell the products and bring in friend to this business. I told them I really don't have that much money. $1k or $2k &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;... They thought what, I open bank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;arh&lt;/span&gt;. Later A came back to take over B. She asked me how much can I come up with at that moment, so I honestly replied her around $800. So she said she would find some solution for me. She and that friend went here and there to discuss about don't know what. And they offered me a special package, $866. It was somehow within my budget. But I wasn't prepared to spend that money at all so I kept numb. Then she started telling me that the package was only for a limited period of time only, it might not be available after a 2-3days. So, stupidly, I agreed to buy the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me pause for a moment to share my thoughts after this incident, cos there's more to be shared later on. Dear friends, have any friends approached you in the same way? Telling you that they have business to introduce to you? Make them tell you the company's name and make sure that they're able to explain to you clearly the nature of the business before allowing them to approach you further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blaming this friend or the A and B 'shareholders' cos I feel that they are victims too. They have been so brainwashed by the company that they only see the good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, in business how can there only be pros and no cons. How honest are you all doing this business? What role is Fred Ho playing in the company? He's just a small partner or probably the supplier for your diamonds, yet you all kept mentioning about him like he's a big business partner of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LFI&lt;/span&gt;. Did you all mention about your chairman? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shared about how well their mother company in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; have fared. But that's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt;. I did some research after a few days and found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LFI&lt;/span&gt; isn't that reliable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt;. Below is one of their product which had been recalled by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HSA&lt;/span&gt; in 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S81WrMi8zMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hX2fQ-6Vi6c/s1600/LFI+HSA+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S81WrMi8zMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hX2fQ-6Vi6c/s320/LFI+HSA+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462117223172459714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S81WqkqLbPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IDkS4x4jk28/s1600/LFI+HSA+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S81WqkqLbPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IDkS4x4jk28/s320/LFI+HSA+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462117212465360114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.hsa.gov.sg/publish/etc/medialib/hsa_library/corporate%5C/pr20072009.Par.1666.File.tmp/HSAMediaRelease__HSACautionsAgainstConsumingMenergyMEssenceCapsules_121208.pdf"&gt;http://www.hsa.gov.sg/publish/etc/medialib/hsa_library/corporate\/pr20072009.Par.1666.File.tmp/HSAMediaRelease__HSACautionsAgainstConsumingMenergyMEssenceCapsules_121208.pdf&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either A or B had mentioned to me about the Slim10 incident, do they know their company was in such trouble before too? By the way, A and B are students from a reputable local university. Most people they target are around the age group. I believe it's because, at our age, we're very vulnerable to such temptation as we desire to be financially independent asap. So friends, please don't be as stupid as me, think carefully before investing in anything. The business may seem to have lucrative returns, but is it printed black and white how much you can earn, is it an honest business? If just taking pills regularly can cure illnesses, we won't need any hospitals or clinic, isn't it? If you're not a doctor, how can you give medical advice to people? 100% safe, can you guarantee? I rather not live with guilt. I'm not the only victim, more can be found here: &lt;a href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/archive/index.php/t-2194835.html"&gt;http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/archive/index.php/t-2194835.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story. After realising how unreliable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;LFI&lt;/span&gt; was, I decided to ask for a refund after finding out from a forum that the products could be refunded within 7 days. I didn't notice that it was printed at the back of the invoices, I just blindly signed them. At the very last minute before their company closes, I rushed down by cab and reached there by 10.15pm. Demanded a refund. Guess what response I got from them? They told me that the refund could only be made before 9pm as the department in charge closes at 9pm. I was extremely pissed off. (And I realised that when I'm pissed off, I could express myself in English perfectly! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!) I tried to create a scene there, speaking with a pissed off tone and a slightly louder than normal voice. Giving that super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;buey&lt;/span&gt; song face. Then they say they'll contact someone to talk things out with me, ask me wait by the side. I had a very good reason to behave that way cos I did call them at 9pm plus to ask if I could get a refund through them. The person say yes, I ask them if they close at 10.30pm, then she answered yes. When I confronted her, she said I didn't say I was going to make the refund. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Diao&lt;/span&gt;~ Isn't it common sense? I asked about the refund of course I was going to make the refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood at one corner with my black face for around 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. The up-up-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt; came down to discuss things out with me. Thought he was rather nice cos he kept cool and tried to calm me down. I told him I wanted the full refund, but was told that it was the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day, so I was only entitled 50%. I told him it was bullshit and that I should get back 100%. The 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day was a Sunday so they expect me to stupidly go down to their company to make the refund on that day knowing it was closed. Then he said I should contact my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt;, the friend. I told him I don't see the point telling him cos he wouldn't be the one who would refund me the money. I want the money back from the company, not him, of course I come down to the company. He asked B to come down cos he was the one who did most of the explanation to me. So we arranged an appointment with B the next day to see what they could offer me. The up-up-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt; said he would try his best to fight for me 100%, and I believed him. Before I left, I stated my stand clearly to them again: I want nothing less than 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appointment was at 3pm, but I couldn't make it in time, so I postpone it to 7pm. Guess how they 'entertained' me this time round? They said I was late for the appointment, so the person in charge of the department for the refund left the company already. What? I told them. On black and white, it's stated that I could get my refund within 7days, I did came within 7days excluding Sunday and you all delayed me. So why couldn't I postpone my appointment. And it was totally bullshit that the person left at 7pm when you told me the department closes at 9pm. Of course, I raised my voice and voiced out my displeasure. At that time, that friend and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt; was there and B was there too. I insisted that I want 100% if not, I would get it through CASE. Guess what next. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt; tried to tell me the disadvantage I would be in if I go to CASE. Saying what, they have several cases like that and most cases end up getting less that 50% or nothing. This really made my blood boiled like hell, and I was 90% sure that I was going to CASE. 10% of me was reluctant cos I knew it would drag for quite some time and it was only $770.40. Unhappy with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;upline's&lt;/span&gt; attitude I told him that he wasn't sincere at all, and I asked to see the up-up-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly, this guy was just a sweet-talker, he was in the insurance line before so he know how to coax. Seeing that none of them were sincere, I decided to leave. Of course, I wouldn't leave them with peace. I requested the up-up-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt; to write a letter acknowledging that I had been there on the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Then, I was 100% sure that I would go to CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I went down to CASE which was situated at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;pandan&lt;/span&gt; cc. (The place is as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; as what the name suggested) When I reached there, did the registration at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;recep&lt;/span&gt; desk. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;recep&lt;/span&gt; lady asked what I wanted to complain about and I wasn't pleased with her response at all. Instead of encouraging me, she said things like "why you go to that place, it's at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;geylang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;somemore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;, you don't know what they'll do to you, later they sell you away" I kept my cool cos she's just an auntie and my purpose was to complain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;LFI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for 2hours for my turn? Nearly fell asleep. Told could lodge a complain there but I was redirected to Small Claim Tribunal instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. Totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;diao&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh. I told myself that it was alright, at least I know how to make my claim. Next day or the day after next, I went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;SCT&lt;/span&gt; subordinate court to lodge my claim against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;LFI&lt;/span&gt;. Believe I'm one of the youngest claimant they had came across. The counter person look at me with doubts in her eyes and told me to bring a guardian for the mediation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, let me explain the procedures I had to go through to finally go to the Hearing.&lt;br /&gt;1. Lodge claim against the company and fix an appointment for the mediation.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mediation or consultation: The Registrar will try to help the claimant(me) and the respondent(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;LFI&lt;/span&gt;) to reach a common agreement on the claim.&lt;br /&gt;3. Consent Order or further mediation: The Registrar will again try to help us reach a common agreement.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hearing or trial: The Registrar or Judge will pass the order as to how much the claim will be after hearing our stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the mediation, I didn't bring a guardian cos I didn't see the point to. Before that, the up-up-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt; called to offered me a 60% refund. Of course I said NO! And told him I didn't want to repeat myself all over again. I want nothing but 100%. Then he tell me that by lodging the claim, I may end up with nothing at all. Again, this totally pissed me off and I told him: "You're not sincere at all in offering me the 60%. By telling me that, just shows that you all are afraid hat his case will spoil your reputation. But it's none of my business cos I rightfully deserves the 100%. That's all. See you at the mediation." But he wasn't the one attending the mediation. It was another guy(C) whom I had never seen before. He said he wrote the Terms and Conditions for the membership. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. I wonder does he really know what he had written? If so, he should have learn about Consumer Protection Act and that the 7days, also known as the cooling down period, should not include &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; and public holidays. This case was a sure-win one for me, but I wasn't 100% confident cos it was the first time I'm in such a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the mediation, I stated my reason for the claim and C tried to defend. Guess how he defended for his company? He said, I should have made the decision 3 or 4 days after buying the package instead of asking for the refund at the very last minute. The Registrar responded that it was stated in the refund policy that refund can be made within 7days, so I'm liable to make the refund on the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day. I admit, I was secretly laughing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! The Registrar didn't criticise me too saying why was I controlled by them. But anyway, I felt that I had half won the case that day. The registrar asked if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;LFI&lt;/span&gt; was willing to offer 75%, he agreed, but I said I believe I deserve the full refund and declined the offer. So both of us agreed to go through the trial and let the judge decide the amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was the further mediation after a few weeks. I thought it was the final hearing but was wrong. This time, the percentage was raised. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Registrar&lt;/span&gt; asked if I would be satisfied with 90% but I kept numb while he did the calculation, but C said no. Then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Registrar&lt;/span&gt; calculated a middle amount 82.5%. C agreed, but I said no and asked to go through the trial instead. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Registrar&lt;/span&gt; doing his job, told me that settling the claim then would be a win-win situation as I may not get the percentage I want if the judge wasn't satisfied with my stand. I told him that I understand that fact, but would accept any decision by the judge. The trial was arranged a few days later, which was yesterday, 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the trial and I was almost late. Luckily, the time for the number machine is 10minutes slower. I didn't have a good rest the previous night as I was rather stressed over this trial. First time ma. Thought the wait will be as long as the previous mediation which was around 2hrs so I mentally prepared myself to stone there for quite long. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! Then keep going through what I should say in my mind when I face the judge. Surprisingly, the wait wasn't too long. As the normal chambers were taken up, we were asked to go to a slightly bigger chamber. I was quite nervous, hoping that I won't have to make an appeal and that would be my last trip there. 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time traveling there, really make me feel exhausted mentally. Entered the chamber, greeted the judge. I appear to not be that nervous, face it like a job interview. We were asked to take an oath. The person asked me if I'm a Christian, I said not really, so I took the non-Christian oath. Promising that whatever that I say will be truth, nothing but the truth only. Not this short la, it was longer, couldn't remember the actual one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were told to sit and the judge asked me to what was the claim about. Then it was C's turn to defend. The judge told him something like this claim is quite a clear cut, that I should deserve the full refund cos the 7 days cooling period shouldn't include weekends and public holiday, just give it to me, anyway it's not a big sum of money. Phew! Within 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, it was over, I won. They were ordered to issue me my $770.40 cheque within 14 days. (Not $866 cos I opened one bottle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month plus of stress, four trips down to the court, don't know how many hours spent, in just 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, everything got resolved. Finally, I got what rightfully belongs to me. Was really happy yesterday that I've won. Guy C brought along B and up-up-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;upline&lt;/span&gt; as witnesses, but they don't even have the chance to show face to the judge. I'm glad, though I know this is evil, that I've wasted another 2 people's time. :p I thought they would be driving their sports car, but I saw them waiting at the taxi stand. So I wondered to myself again: "Are the sports car outside the company just for show?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I have learnt a very valuable lesson. Shouldn't be lured by easy money, shouldn't be greedy. Only hard earned money is worth earning, cos you won't want to live with guilt. I woke up in time and got my money back. This court experience really made me realised how much I'm responsible for myself now that I'm an adult. And I guess it's time to expand my vocab cos I realise I kept using the same words. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-8099367229346559487?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8099367229346559487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8099367229346559487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8099367229346559487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8099367229346559487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-lesson-learnt-in-hard-way.html' title='A Good Lesson Learnt In A Hard Way'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S81WrMi8zMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hX2fQ-6Vi6c/s72-c/LFI+HSA+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8051472589100610224</id><published>2010-04-04T10:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:53:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th-6th March: 'Marathon'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day at Clarke Quay bazaar. Dragging my luggage there was a real chore sia. Didn't know the place well, but managed to find my way there. Carrying the luggage down the flight of stairs was really a challenge, but I did it! Lol! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was my birthday. My beloved besties came down to Clarke Quay to meet me up for a mini catch up. So happy to see them though it was just for a short while. After the meet up, they came to our booth to see see look look. Siang bought a bracelet from Iris at a special discount price. =D After that, they went home and I stayed at my stall. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ming and I =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7gELg_rRYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sSPvfDdE75o/s1600/DSC06221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7gELg_rRYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sSPvfDdE75o/s320/DSC06221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456115544441439618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siang and I =D (She came to my stall before the others reached clarke quay =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7gEM_ynFzI/AAAAAAAAAko/S2meSQUTRr4/s1600/25283_344037433580_678963580_3715523_6647968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7gEM_ynFzI/AAAAAAAAAko/S2meSQUTRr4/s320/25283_344037433580_678963580_3715523_6647968_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456115569888007986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ying Yan and Clar browsing through the clothes at our booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7gEMH8OutI/AAAAAAAAAkY/WLSh5pNofSY/s1600/DSC06230.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7gEMH8OutI/AAAAAAAAAkY/WLSh5pNofSY/s320/DSC06230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456115554895968978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group picture =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7gEMUpMVtI/AAAAAAAAAkg/sa3OQyg3HFU/s1600/DSC06233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7gEMUpMVtI/AAAAAAAAAkg/sa3OQyg3HFU/s320/DSC06233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456115558305781458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marathon day. Took part in the Women's Day Out at Ngee Ann City which started in the morning. Woke up slightly late. Was really tired as I got home only at around 2am or 3am the previous day. Met up with Hui Yin and was late. Had a terrible stomach ache. Took the train, couldn't tahan and alighted at Yio Chu Kang to go poo poo. Haha! =D So Hui Yin went there first cos we were going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After poo poo-ing, headed to orchard. Alighted at Orchard, see the signs, couldn't spot the directions to Taka so I went back to take the train to Somerset. Haha! =D Orchard changed too much, too complicated le, I know how to go Taka from Somerset, forgotten how to go from Orchard. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for the first event but it was alright la cos like warm up only. A bit of aerobics and kickboxing then belly dance. We skipped the belly dance of cos, we were to riggid to shake. Hui Yin and I spotted this rather sexily dresse auntie who shook rather well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the next event, we went to look around at the booths and collecting the freebies they were distributing. I super auntie, keep looking out for freebies. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next event we had was the tri-power challenge, some Latin dance exercise, aerobics and kickboxing for 50mins each. For the first two, Hui Yin and I were just going through the motion literally. Lol! When the people move right, we move along, when they move front, we just follow, without much of their actions and steps. Haha! =D It was just too difficult to catch up with their movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things turned excited for us when it was finally time for kickboxing! It only lasted for 50mins but it felt like a 3hour workout we do for our normal 1-hr kickboxing session we have every week. Lol! It was really fun and shiok! Could feel all the muscles on our limbs being exercised. It was the most satisfying workout of the day that really made us sweat our hearts out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next event was at 7pm, 4hours break. Went around to look for food, but no vegetarian. Too bad, ate dessert but was still hungry. Went back to my booth at Clarke Quay to do the set up as one of my partners couldn't make it that day. The other partner was caught up with something so I only got to leave at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for the last event. It was some Yoga exercise. Forgottent to bring my yoga mat so Jonathan did me the favour of helping me to bring it over to the event. He gave me a bar of chocolate as my birthday present too. He chose the write fillings, almonds, but I don't really like dark chocolate. :p Thank him for being so nice that day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last event, there was a part when we were instructed to sit in the meditation position and close our eyes, I nearly dozed off. Lol! The workout was a good cool down for our entire day of workout. After which, we went to look for my sports shoe. Wanted to buy reebok de cos got special discount, but their cutting down suit my leg. Very tight. Only New Balance fits my leg, so decided to buy it instead. Quite satisfied with it, comfortable to wear. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day have not ended, went back to Clarke Quay to mend my booth. See, I said it was like a marathon le, run here and there and back again. Lol! =D It was the last day, the most dreadful day cos it was when we need to pack up all our stuff and bring them back. But the sales was the best that day, probably cos it was Saturday so more pubbers there ba. Cabbed back that night and cost only $20, cheap right? With midnight charge leh. Haha! =D&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/1921229960111489815-8051472589100610224?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8051472589100610224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8051472589100610224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8051472589100610224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8051472589100610224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/04/5th-6th-march-marathon.html' title='5th-6th March: &apos;Marathon&apos;'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7gELg_rRYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sSPvfDdE75o/s72-c/DSC06221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-1917814297588978444</id><published>2010-04-04T10:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:56:05.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, have been running bazaars with a partner, Iris, from another blogshop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://melly-rissy.livejournal.com/"&gt;Melly Rissy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. She's a very nice lady and very experienced in going to bazaars.Below were some bazaars we had worked together at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;5th-6th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Le Rendevous - The Marche @ Clarke Quay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comment: &lt;/span&gt;It was a night bazaar. Thanks to Iris' ikea lamps, our booth was well lit. =D&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Response was not too bad. Shoppers there were willing to take their time to browse through the stalls. My leather bracelets were well received. =D&lt;/span&gt; Though there were times when there were not many shoppers but it was never too boring there. It was Clarke Quay, centre of the pubbing area. You can easily spot sexily dressed 'ladies' around. An eyeopener for me, first time seeing such scenes, though I was quite disgusted. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collaboration of our three blogshops =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7f9XnDUkVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/P4BncTOuAjs/s1600/AA004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7f9XnDUkVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/P4BncTOuAjs/s320/AA004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456108055644377426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;15th-17th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NUS Central Forum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment: Iris and I ended up tidbiting! Lol! Too sian le. Average shoppers per hour was like only 2-4people. But those who bought were sincere buyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots of stocks, no shoppers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7f9YErct7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/TCswqcVd5KM/s1600/DSC02721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7f9YErct7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/TCswqcVd5KM/s320/DSC02721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456108063597311922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMU&lt;br /&gt;Comment: Response was Fantastic. This was the first bazaar that I managed to earn some profits. Lots of shoppers at peak hour. Half bargained, others just pay. Buying power was unexpectedly higher than shoppers at Clarke Quay. Definitely a must go for future bazaars at SMU! Credits to Iris for her recommendation! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Fleastyle beside New *SCAPE Building - Playground&lt;br /&gt;Comment: Response was pathetic. If I was alone without any partner, I would definitely doze off. It was raining, on and off. Believe the tentage is too old le, water dripping here and there, super irritating like attap house la. Super cramp too. Shoppers there were on budget and tend to look for preloved stuffs. Believe those selling second hand stuff have the most sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... I don't know. Haha! Cos most of the time, I decide to go for bazaars at the very last minute. For the moment, I have to find new partner to share booth cos Iris will be going to Bangkok soon. For those who like her charm bracelets or anything on her blogshop, must order fast! If not, can also wait till she's back. She's a regular at bazaars, so if you all can view her stocks when she returns for bazaars! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besties Closet is launching our new collection of apparels soon, in a week or two. Hopefully this time round, our stocks will be able to capture our target audience. =D&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/1921229960111489815-1917814297588978444?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/1917814297588978444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=1917814297588978444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1917814297588978444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1917814297588978444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What have I been doing?'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7f9XnDUkVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/P4BncTOuAjs/s72-c/AA004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-975022909745444575</id><published>2010-04-03T02:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:00:15.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didi's Birthday! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;31st March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Celebrated my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didi's&lt;/span&gt; birthday with pizza hut's pizza. Wanted to order the pizza's via their website, but was shocked when I see that the approximate waiting time is 1hr. It was around 6.45pm and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt; and I were really hungry. Thought ordering through their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hotline&lt;/span&gt; might be faster, so I 'intelligently' dialled the number and waited for a respond. Wait till I was sick of hearing their repeating advertisement through the phone and turned on the loudspeaker instead. Started complaining to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt; and gong gong, who was enjoying his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McSpicy&lt;/span&gt; Double meal. Finally they answered my call, it was a less than 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; talk but I waited for like 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. Wasn't just pissed of by this fact, the approximate waiting time was 1hr too!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;!!! Should have just ordered online. Damn! But our order arrived in around 45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and it was really hot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Wonder who is lucky enough to win their one year free supply of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the pizzas arrived, my did and I couldn't wait to eat. Wait so long, very hungry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. My plan was to eat my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shrooms&lt;/span&gt; pizza first then leave the Cheese N &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chics&lt;/span&gt; one as the birthday cake. I ate 3 pieces of the 10" pizza while my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt; only ate 1 and went on to eat his Sweet N Spicy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Drumlet&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for my mama to come back so that we could start the celebration. When she finally returned, I opened up the box containing the Cheese N &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chics&lt;/span&gt; pizza and was surprised that there were missing pieces!! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt; ate them when I wasn't noticing!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!! What to do? Time to use my creativity! So the partially eaten pizza turned into this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;artpiece&lt;/span&gt;, isn't it? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqbKrR5hI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8Z4b3n4M4Nk/s1600/DSC03094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqbKrR5hI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8Z4b3n4M4Nk/s320/DSC03094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456087226025895442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The birthday boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqbniC4AI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rKoMGnbgBA4/s1600/DSC03096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqbniC4AI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rKoMGnbgBA4/s320/DSC03096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456087233771790338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Practising how he should blow out the candles with just one breath. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqbzTf8PI/AAAAAAAAAjg/I_Tw5NynR5g/s1600/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqbzTf8PI/AAAAAAAAAjg/I_Tw5NynR5g/s320/DSC03097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456087236932006130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See how happy my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt; is!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqckXM_HI/AAAAAAAAAjo/dcpBFPHQhWA/s1600/DSC03099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqckXM_HI/AAAAAAAAAjo/dcpBFPHQhWA/s320/DSC03099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456087250100878450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Powerful blow that toppled one candle, but not enough to extinguish the other two. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqdJVqiMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/wEEusOYLVi8/s1600/DSC03100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqdJVqiMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/wEEusOYLVi8/s320/DSC03100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456087260026538178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqxqwSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/cfSW3IYdPDY/s1600/DSC03102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqxqwSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/cfSW3IYdPDY/s320/DSC03102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456087612593940402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My elder brother was in camp that day, if not we would be able to take a more complete family picture. Anyway, all these pictures were taken by my dearest Gong Gong. =D He's a good photographer, isn't he? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every year, our birthday celebration is more or less the same. Just a cake or pizza, candles, wishes... Sounds boring, but the warmth and loving feeling can be simply felt just like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt; was really happy that he is 14 years old now and he's looking forward to being 16. Sounds so familiar. Most of us probably have the same desire when we were his age. But when he comes to my age, believe he won't want to get any older. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! I stopped reminding my family about my birthday since I was 16, I think, with the intention of getting bigger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;angbao&lt;/span&gt; from my mama. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! =D But when I reached 18 and going to be 19, I was really afraid of celebrating birthday. I don't want to see the number of candles on my cake! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;/p&gt;Age is really catching up and I can feel the gap between me and my younger brother. Can no longer understand him as well as before. He's a teenager now, has his own thoughts and desires. To stop him from doing anything he wants will be forcing him to retaliate. What I can do now, is to be his advisor. Though some thing he choose to do I feel may not be good for him in the future, I can only remind him of the possible consequences. I may not be right cos their generation will be different from ours. Things may not turn out as bad as I presumed. My only hope is that he will treasure his education. He may not like Christianity, but I believe the Lord understands and will answer to my prayers; to bless my love ones even though they are of different religion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-975022909745444575?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/975022909745444575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=975022909745444575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/975022909745444575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/975022909745444575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/04/didis-birthday-d.html' title='Didi&apos;s Birthday! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S7fqbKrR5hI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8Z4b3n4M4Nk/s72-c/DSC03094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-2654880362805953563</id><published>2010-03-29T00:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:40:45.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th March 2010: Gong Gong's Commissioning Ball =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The long awaited day finally arrived. Was so stressed throughout the month about finding the appropriate dress. Gong described the event until like it was a super formal dinner, that no dress above knee level was allowed and to wear a long dress preferably. During the last two weeks, went around shopping for suitable gowns but the prices were super ex la. Nonetheless, I got one super ex long dress at the very last minute. Was rather reluctant to spend the money though Gong wanted to pay for it. But his money will be mine sooner or later ma, so isn't it the same? :p Super big hole in the pocket. But really love the gown. It's the first ex long dress I have and it's from my beloved Gong Gong! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The function was held at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pavilion&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SENTOSA&lt;/span&gt;! Had been complaining to Gong why they chose such an inconvenient place. If not for Gong's parents, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; have spent a bomb on the cab fare. The place is a fantastic place with the view of the golf course and nice breeze. But don't think it's suitable for a formal function. The moment I stepped out of the car, the wind messed up my hair and I start grumbling to Gong. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;View from the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-Ur9FPBPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EN9vi2n3x2I/s1600/DSC03006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-Ur9FPBPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EN9vi2n3x2I/s320/DSC03006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453741156620764402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Felt super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt; la. Almost all the ladies there were wearing knee length or shorter dress. But spotted one lady with long dress too, so made me felt less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;. Kept blaming Gong for stressing me up over buying a formal gown when everyone else just dress normally. Very bad of me right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already prepared myself to be more lady-like that night, but honestly, the event was more like social night. So I decided to not be so bothered and be my true self. I was really hungry. The tidbits at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;recep&lt;/span&gt; area was catered for meat eaters, so bias. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! =D But I managed to find some peanuts so I start munching on it, popping it into my mouth like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;popcorn&lt;/span&gt;. Gong couldn't tolerate my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;unglam&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, so he pulled me away from the table. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-UpQFgP2I/AAAAAAAAAew/aYQyE6gxyNk/s1600/DSC03010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-UpQFgP2I/AAAAAAAAAew/aYQyE6gxyNk/s320/DSC03010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453741110182559586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also this fire-man performing his fire skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extinguishing the torch with his mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-UrdtBcZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/93DTlitVQtM/s1600/DSC03004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-UrdtBcZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/93DTlitVQtM/s320/DSC03004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453741148197712274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spitting fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-UqD_ytMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/XABE_lIXBhI/s1600/DSC02998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-UqD_ytMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/XABE_lIXBhI/s320/DSC02998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453741124117247170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, Gong and I could never step out of our own world. Explored the place a while and started taking pictures. We seriously don't know how to interact with people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dining hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZLS7_iHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/mZIDchuRIEc/s1600/DSC02984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZLS7_iHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/mZIDchuRIEc/s320/DSC02984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453746093110036594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outside the dining hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZPIrV5WI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2Kx-WK_9gh0/s1600/DSC02992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZPIrV5WI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2Kx-WK_9gh0/s320/DSC02992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453746159075321186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZLwzdWQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Xtqq8NgoKl8/s1600/DSC02990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZLwzdWQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Xtqq8NgoKl8/s320/DSC02990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453746101127305474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the rooftop with strong wind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZPqTM4PI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QDAHzTC7hMA/s1600/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZPqTM4PI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QDAHzTC7hMA/s320/DSC02997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453746168100872434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon, the night was falling, and we were still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b3Xjcy7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Dk_08tiURmc/s1600/DSC03013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b3Xjcy7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Dk_08tiURmc/s320/DSC03013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453749049286773682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reception area with the hunks and babes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b2-SpezI/AAAAAAAAAf4/yswDeDhhJxg/s1600/DSC03012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b2-SpezI/AAAAAAAAAf4/yswDeDhhJxg/s320/DSC03012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453749042505415474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This wasn't a nice shot but I feel the need to show this. See the weird face behind? So inappropriate of him to break into our er &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; la. :p&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b3mUEVnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-TtB6pJJIGU/s1600/DSC03017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b3mUEVnI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-TtB6pJJIGU/s320/DSC03017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453749053248788082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken by one of Gong's friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I look fat!!! Time to exercise! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b4WaPLtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hTj2goVPtbI/s1600/DSC03021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b4WaPLtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hTj2goVPtbI/s320/DSC03021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453749066159566546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG SMILE! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b4hmZqqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/1oml3_M1N8o/s1600/DSC03023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-b4hmZqqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/1oml3_M1N8o/s320/DSC03023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453749069163375266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gong's super wide smile! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fCviTzUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/nsQWmw_gBD0/s1600/DSC03026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fCviTzUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/nsQWmw_gBD0/s320/DSC03026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453752543237885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally the dinner started. I must say that the layout of the table was really high class and the menu was really impressive. The name for the dishes were super detailed. But was rather disappointed that they didn't prepare a menu for vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High class table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(See the baskets of breads, it's super nice with the butter!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fDjKxvII/AAAAAAAAAgw/HPn8-tcatAQ/s1600/DSC03030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fDjKxvII/AAAAAAAAAgw/HPn8-tcatAQ/s320/DSC03030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453752557097827458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Menu for carnivores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fDOgVZ1I/AAAAAAAAAgo/53w-o6W6Mqg/s1600/DSC03028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fDOgVZ1I/AAAAAAAAAgo/53w-o6W6Mqg/s320/DSC03028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453752551551100754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first dish was this tomato and mushroom dish, it's super nice as compared to the other's. Their first dish was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raw and bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fEZJ3zYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/0NlNuVsGb7I/s1600/DSC03033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fEZJ3zYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/0NlNuVsGb7I/s320/DSC03033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453752571589545346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first dish. I liked the vegetables and sauces they used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fEG3Yd0I/AAAAAAAAAg4/DDEjfFmmyTE/s1600/DSC03031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-fEG3Yd0I/AAAAAAAAAg4/DDEjfFmmyTE/s320/DSC03031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453752566680155970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Next was soup. Gong's soup was not too bad I guess, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; soup. Mine was like a big bowl of corn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Campbell&lt;/span&gt; soup with some butter and milk. Guess what I had for my third dish? Sorbet! Super nice apple veggie sorbet!!! It was the best dish, but was rather shock that I was served a dessert so soon, thought that was my last dish. Gong had chicken breast which tasted not too bad only, I thought it looked rather appetising. No pics though. Well, the forth dish that was a real challenge for Gong was this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another exotic food: Medium RARE beef and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;foie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;gra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iSUesxvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vJmDmS4-VQQ/s1600/DSC03034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iSUesxvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vJmDmS4-VQQ/s320/DSC03034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453756109387777778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mine wasn't impressive too; a big plate of oily fried rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iS1iCbgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/f1MNfa5x3bA/s1600/DSC03035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iS1iCbgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/f1MNfa5x3bA/s320/DSC03035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453756118260149762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;It tasted nice la, but the serving and the amount of oil was really too much. Don't have to fill a vegetarian stomach like that right? First was a big bowl of soup, then a big plate of rice. It's definitely not the organiser's fault cos he's not a vegetarian neither is he the Chef. I believe that a good Chef respects his diners. He may not be a vegetarian but since he's preparing a vegetarian meal, he should put in the effort to come up with a more impressive menu. Most vegetarian may have the "eat to live" mentality but the price we paid for the meal is definitely worth the price of a "live to eat" meal, isn't it? But to be fair to the Chef, the dishes are really delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last dish was coconut sorbet for Gong and another sorbet for me. I had a different kind of sorbet, probably cos it was vegan. Tried Gong's sorbet, preferred my extremely sour tasting one. Overall, it was quite a nice meal for me, except for the in between dishes which pissed me off. But I guess Gong's one was barely tolerable for him, believe the nicest dish he had was the bread? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! :p No la... Not that bad, probably the soup and the dessert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So engrossed about mentioning the food that I also forget to mention something. If I were still in school doing essay with the topic, "My most embarrassing moment" I believe I would score for it. If I had tripped on my long gown, it won't be as embarrassing man. Can't believe that Gong had really made damn GOOD buddies in camp that we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt;-ed in being nominated for the most well-dressed couple. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt; eh! Don't you all know that we like live in our own world, why do this to us. Super reluctant to go up stage la. Should have tripped on my gown than complain leg pain need to rest to escape from it. If it's singing or debating competition I won't mind going upstage, but it's like a beauty contest la, not for us! Our beauty is to be shown to each other only, not to the public. Really didn't enjoy it, and it was really a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 nominees, we were the first to be called up, super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;, stand there super long. Don't dare to face the audience at all, keep burying my face behind Gong's shoulder. Another couple was boy-girl friend too. The last one was husband and wife, don't know if it's true cos Gong didn't know that guy was married. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! Our task was to pose left centre right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Diao&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;diao&lt;/span&gt;. The first to go was the husband and wife, the husband carried the wife for the left and centre, then on the right the husband wanted the wife to carry him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! They looked like a loving pair. Sweet. Next up was the boy-girl friend. Their height and looks, really suitable for being models &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Huggy&lt;/span&gt; pose on the left, kissed in the centre, right... I forgot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. :p Then, it was our turn, I asked Gong if we could give up cos I really didn't want to do it la. Gong told the MC, of course we weren't allowed. What to do? Anyhow pose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Huggy&lt;/span&gt; left, bear hug centre, kiss right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt; cock-eye never see then still comment that we like haven't know each other long. Show some respect man, you're an entertainer, we're not! So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt; again! Invited upstage to kiss again in front of everyone la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt; eh! Super embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the voting. By cheers and claps. Of course, we were not popular la cos we're not as on as the other two. But it was really a mega relief to me when we finally could return to our seats. The other two couples had their own supporting team, and the ultimate winner goes to none other than the model-like couple. I liked the long dress that the girlfriend was wearing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a dream for most ladies to have a beauty title but not to me. Beauty is but skin deep. I love to be praised for inner beauty while my physical beauty is for my loved ones and I to comment. After this incident, I told Gong that we should not have any wedding dinner when we get married 10-15years later. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the food and embarrassing moment, the function finally ended. Thought the photographers would be at the rooftop so headed there. No signs of them, so we ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Self-timer shot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iUgznZ1I/AAAAAAAAAho/m8338MAdKNI/s1600/DSC03044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iUgznZ1I/AAAAAAAAAho/m8338MAdKNI/s320/DSC03044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453756147056469842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesy smile =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iULtckGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/JfZldtn75_E/s1600/DSC03039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iULtckGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/JfZldtn75_E/s320/DSC03039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453756141393449058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iTQ3FhjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/F7BbDY5t9yI/s1600/DSC03037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-iTQ3FhjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/F7BbDY5t9yI/s320/DSC03037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453756125596190258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the photo of the day&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-leSMtT3I/AAAAAAAAAhw/QQBveN1hxb0/s1600/DSC03049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-leSMtT3I/AAAAAAAAAhw/QQBveN1hxb0/s320/DSC03049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453759613468757874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No la, it's this pic take by Gong's bunk buddy, Zheng Kai.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we're going to ROM right? Hehe. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZLHqjlFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0RWAQ9McFDM/s1600/DSC02982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-ZLHqjlFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0RWAQ9McFDM/s320/DSC02982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453746090084111442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left at 11pm+. We had not ended our day. We went to Ink Club Bar at Fairmont Hotel (The first bar I went with Ming and Siang). The ambience was still as nice, except that to the left of us was a horny couple and the right was a group of 3 army boys talking loudly. Heard them mimicking someone like Yok Yong and Gong said they turned over when I mentioned Yok Yong's name. Hmmm... Same person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gong munching on the peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-lf2QiwFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/DTicoUMFPnE/s1600/DSC03058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-lf2QiwFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/DTicoUMFPnE/s320/DSC03058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453759640328388690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gong ordered Glenfiddich 18 years old. I wanted the Mango Magarito cos of the mango puree. But the waitress said the machine spoiled so instead of blended, it would be shakened. Later she returned to tell us that there was no more mango and asked if it was alright to replace with lime. Wanted to save the trouble to ask for the menu again so we okay-ed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our drinks =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-lgV52x-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nJ8tTdfffRk/s1600/DSC03062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-lgV52x-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nJ8tTdfffRk/s320/DSC03062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453759648823166946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't know that tequila is an alcohol that is normally taken with salt and lime. Was wondering why the edges of the cup has salt on it, nice decoration meh? Lol! =D Don't really like the taste, like medicine sia. Shouldn't have agreed on lime, it always make the alcohol taste like medicine. Drank barely one third of the cup and gave the rest to Gong. Hehe. =D He enjoyed his whisky though, he likes the burning sensation down the throat. Tried an extremely small sip, yucks, tasted so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, when I take out my camera, I can't stop myself from taking more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gong is drunk before drinking! Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-le6twOwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/97eNPsS6mcs/s1600/DSC03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-le6twOwI/AAAAAAAAAh4/97eNPsS6mcs/s320/DSC03051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453759624344779522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proper one =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-lfe4YQPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/E4ES5PNAnpY/s1600/DSC03052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-lfe4YQPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/E4ES5PNAnpY/s320/DSC03052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453759634053021938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were snapping so much that the waitress came over to offer to help us take pictures. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-y3d7jjSI/AAAAAAAAAig/RHtGdtTTdV8/s1600/DSC03064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-y3d7jjSI/AAAAAAAAAig/RHtGdtTTdV8/s320/DSC03064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453774339765931298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-y2xHbOpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TE4RSDds2Tg/s1600/DSC03063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-y2xHbOpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TE4RSDds2Tg/s320/DSC03063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453774327736122002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were seriously taking lots of pictures that an ang moh that walked pass us wanted to help us take pictures too. Haha! =D Anyway, we stayed there for an hour or less after taking some pictures in the toilet. Lol!!! I'm simply too obsessed with taking pictures on that day. Hehe. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look like some ghost haunting Gong. Haha! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-y4cENi3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/gfEr9I_msc4/s1600/DSC03085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-y4cENi3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/gfEr9I_msc4/s320/DSC03085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453774356445236082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Last shot =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-y4uOjH_I/AAAAAAAAAi4/eqsFNsVHU54/s1600/DSC03089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-y4uOjH_I/AAAAAAAAAi4/eqsFNsVHU54/s320/DSC03089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453774361320431602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was 12am+ going to 1am so I insisted that we take the night rider. It would cost a bomb to cab back to Yishun la. Reached home at around 3am. What a long night we had. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-2654880362805953563?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/2654880362805953563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=2654880362805953563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2654880362805953563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2654880362805953563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/03/27th-march-2010-gong-gongs.html' title='27th March 2010: Gong Gong&apos;s Commissioning Ball =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6-Ur9FPBPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EN9vi2n3x2I/s72-c/DSC03006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-1911717568135458272</id><published>2010-03-09T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:47:27.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things were getting really ugly until I flipped through the daily bread to look through the past articles. While reading through, I asked myself, "Does the Lord really exist?". My question has been answered. He heard my doubts. He saw me struggling. Whatever that had happened, isn't coincedence. I know, He came to my rescue. Gave me the courage to speak out my mind. Instill the peace in me once again. He did all these even though I've neglected him. Thank you Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-1911717568135458272?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/1911717568135458272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=1911717568135458272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1911717568135458272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1911717568135458272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you Lord'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-1999581084529391146</id><published>2010-02-24T01:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:52:58.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been more than a month since I blog! I'm still surviving! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tendered my resignation. 27th will be my last day at UOB. =D Regret not putting an earlier date. Sian. Still have to go back to HR on 1st to return their stuff. Haix. Nevermind, at least I can start focusing on running bazaars and telemarketing(if they still want me). And and and... I don't have to go to the mountains anymore!!! Don't have to go to bukit batok, bukit timah, upp bukit timah and bukit panjang anymore! Felt very bullied leh, everytime they as me travel to the mountains. Believe it's cos I'm the youngest so they think I should have the stamina to travel ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CNY Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Sunday so went for service first with Ben. Wasn't too insightful to me but quite enjoy the singing part. After that, went home to change before heading to my cousin's house for our yearly gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Papparazi Mr Ben taking a shot of me combing my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4Qdi_M0FKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/x7ob3FS5Lco/s1600-h/DSC02479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4Qdi_M0FKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/x7ob3FS5Lco/s320/DSC02479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441506736688338082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Don't secretly snap me leh. Let me post first la. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4QdjW2i2iI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bm7GEL_pUaQ/s1600-h/DSC02484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4QdjW2i2iI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bm7GEL_pUaQ/s320/DSC02484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441506743037385250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Couple shots =D&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4Qdkj6PiAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yGi0iFO2BHE/s1600-h/DSC02487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4Qdkj6PiAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yGi0iFO2BHE/s320/DSC02487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441506763722426370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4QdkC4Q_yI/AAAAAAAAAd4/6L-EJve-i-w/s1600-h/DSC02486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4QdkC4Q_yI/AAAAAAAAAd4/6L-EJve-i-w/s320/DSC02486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441506754855763746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Setting off =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4Qdk1q2ukI/AAAAAAAAAeI/OsxedjXIswU/s1600-h/DSC02684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4Qdk1q2ukI/AAAAAAAAAeI/OsxedjXIswU/s320/DSC02684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441506768489724482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't mistaken, Ben didn't accompany me to my cousin's house. He had to spend time with his family too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we gathered at our cousin's house for some chatting session and gradually moved on to some gambling session. But I didn't get myself involved in the gambling session. Don't like to gamble. Instead, I became the nanny of the day. Played the passing ball game with my cute niece. Was still enjoyable at the start but really didn't expect a little girl to have so much stamina. Kept coaxing her to take a rest and play other less energy consuming game. Haha! Really old liao sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left in the evening to wash up and prepare for our next programme of the day; KTV session at Chinatown 10dollars KTV. Was quite impressed by their layout and facilities. They have touch screen monitor to choose the songs. So fun man. Haha! =D The only thing that I don't like there is that they ate up 15mins of our K session. After which, we went to another cousin's house to have some chit chat session. Then, it was home sweet home. I was damn tired by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CNY Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Chinatown! Went there with Ben though I just went the day before. There's so many cheap and beautiful dresses! Regret not going there to shop for my CNY clothes. Lots of interesting stuff there too. Felt like a tourist there. Practically wowed at everything I saw there. Ben especially love the antique shops. Will definitely go back there to shop! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, met up my cousins to watch Little Big Soldier at AMK Hub. Yup, this time Ben accompanied me. =D I find the movie worth watching. Impressed with Jackie Chan's acting and find Wang Lee Hom's acting not too bad. After the show, Ben went home cos it was quite late le, while we set of to my cousin's house. Wanted to play Wii but it wasn't working so ended up having a mini karaoke session. Chit chat abit then home sweet home again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CNY wasn't very happening but really enjoyed the catching up session with my relatives. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bazaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently just went for a bazaar at Sentosa Wavehouse on 20th and 21st February. I love the organiser! They are fantastic! The shoppers there are the best I've met so far! =D A pity that I couldn't manage to properly set up my booth on the first day, when it had the most crowd. Too many accessories. Didn't haven't the time to sort out the day before so for the whole of the first day just practically arranging, tagging the price on the accessories. The second day was much better cos I'e got eveything prepared but the crowd was smaller. Wanted to introduce my new selling concept but didn't have the chance to. But it's alright, it's still the best bazaar I've been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be impossible for me to make it to the bazaar if not for my dearest Ben's help! Cos my partner sharing the booth with me couldn't make it on the first day, so I offered to help her to transport her stuff and set up her booth. Yup, I'm over-helpful as usual. Luckily Ben wasn't confine that week. Love him to the max man! If not for him, it would be impossible for me to transport two luggages and one backpack there. Luckily, my partner has a van so at the end of the first day, she helped us to keep our stuff in her van and transport there the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second day was really a very hard day for me. Only sold one blouse. (Hui Ping, I helped you sold your blouse, another $17 in your pocket.=D) And my accessories are not moving. Believe it's due to the price. For the next bazaar, I'm going to slash the price. 50% off. Still profit but not too much though. Better than nothing la. Anyway, the second day, I let out my superwoman power man. One big luggage, one big backpack and my beloved clothes rack. Can't believe I did it again man! I managed to drag those stuff frm the Wavehouse to Beach Station. As some may know, the distance isn't too long but it isn't short either. By the time I reached the station, I was perspiring like hell man! And the sentosa ushers are so 'helpful' to not offer me some help up the escalator cos the lift was down. Maybe they were too stunned by my superwoman power that they were too slow to react. I really think so leh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upcoming CVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th February will be CVD! Time to go back to YJ again! Don't quite know how to feel. It was the place where I'd fallen yet it was where I found great friends and teachers. Thinking of seeing ET again, I feel the sense of guilt. Though she keeps saying that she's not disappointed in me, I still feel that I've let her down, not once but twice. But what can I do now? Can only just carry on with what I want to do and not repeat the same mistake in uni. =D Anyway, I'm looking forward to going back YJ to see how ET is doing and also to meet up with the others. =D&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/1921229960111489815-1999581084529391146?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/1999581084529391146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=1999581084529391146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1999581084529391146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1999581084529391146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-update.html' title='Long update...'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S4Qdi_M0FKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/x7ob3FS5Lco/s72-c/DSC02479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-6623803552239202301</id><published>2010-01-17T14:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:34:16.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Busy busy busy... Going breathless with the workload. Nevertheless, I've gone back for kickboxing lesson with Hui Yin. Just had the first lesson on Friday night, and now my body and limbs are still aching like nobody's business. But it's a good to exercise after a day of hard work. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may know that I've been considering about this for quite some time. After reckoning my mind for the past few weeks, I've decided: I'm going to resign from my relatively high paying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to stay:&lt;br /&gt;1.  $10 per hour! I'll have a steady income&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm used to this job - Quite an easy job cos I'm in the relief pool so not much responsibility&lt;br /&gt;3.  Able to enjoy staff interest rates and other benefits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to leave:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Traveling to and fro to relief branches takes me approximately 2hrs&lt;br /&gt;2.  Being a relief, those permanent staff finds you very irritating whenever you need to empty&lt;br /&gt;   your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cashbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to them at the end of your assignment&lt;br /&gt;3.  Weird working timing (11.30am to 4pm) - Can't really do anything before and after work&lt;br /&gt;4.  My parents food business is picking up, wish to help them out&lt;br /&gt;5.  Have been delaying my telemarketing job, feel the need to start ASAP&lt;br /&gt;6.  Wish to focus on finding ways to push the sales of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Besties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Closet&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won't be a job that I can carry on when I return to school later this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, there's more reasons for me to choose to leave than to stay. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are concerned about my studies especially, I'm going back to school this year. =D Most probably going to SIM but have yet to decide if should go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who would understand, I've decided to forgive him once again even though I was extremely firm not to forgive him anymore. The peace I get through my prayers revealed my soft heart once again. Dissolved my pain, and gave me the courage to give him another chance. But this time, I won't give as much as before cos I want to protect myself from being hurt again. Hope he'll learn to treasure it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ben had gone to Thailand. Thought I'd be more free cos I have one task less - No need to fork out time to for him. But apparently not so. We agreed not to call each other for these 16 days cos the phone bill will cost a bomb. So we'll write a journal for each other. I spend an hour or more everyday writing in my journal, therefore, I'm actually spending more time "with him" than before. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! =D Hope he's doing well there. Believe he's taking good care of himself. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I kept snapping since we&lt;br /&gt;reached the airport. Haha! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S1K8P7_FcHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MU0zq8txqOU/s1600-h/DSC02353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S1K8P7_FcHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MU0zq8txqOU/s320/DSC02353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427607482921218162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks to Kia Yong for helping&lt;br /&gt;us take this picture! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S1K8Qe1RfpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WUOpadiDBdk/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S1K8Qe1RfpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WUOpadiDBdk/s320/DSC02359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427607492275306130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And thanks to Wei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jie's&lt;/span&gt; parents for giving us a lift to the airport that day! They even offered to sent us back when they come back from Thailand. So nice of them! =D Yup, Wei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; is also in Thailand. Guess he and Hui Ping talk on the phone every night. Makes me so tempted to call Ben too. Have to constantly hypnotise myself that it's better to write in the journal cos we'll be able to refer back in the future. Hui Ping, let's count down to the 30th together! Haha! =D&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/1921229960111489815-6623803552239202301?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/6623803552239202301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=6623803552239202301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6623803552239202301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6623803552239202301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-updates.html' title='Quick Updates'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S1K8P7_FcHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MU0zq8txqOU/s72-c/DSC02353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-1005421307339779915</id><published>2009-12-28T21:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:44:32.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendid Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 2009 Christmas Gifts =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi5eLdHBAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BlK7_cOiDds/s1600-h/DSC02200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi5eLdHBAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BlK7_cOiDds/s320/DSC02200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420286079662490626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;24th December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spent this Christmas Eve with my beloved besties, Clar, Ming Yun, Yi Siang and Ying Yan, and my beloved Ben. We had steamboat at MY's house. Spent around 40bucks for the food. Each person under $7. Thought the food weren't enough but it over killed. Lots of leftovers. But I finished all my mushrooms. =D We bought like 4 packets, so it's like 1kg of mushrooms. I didn't eat so much mushrooms before but it was really delicious, and I couldn't stop eating until I finish them all. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk much that night cos was feeling quite tired after work. Listened to the girls talk most of the time. At about 9pm ba, we exchanged our gifts. I got no. 1, it was MY's gift, a frog design tissue box cover. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hmm, I wonder why I always got frog, last time YY's christmas gift to me was a frog design container too. Haha! =D)&lt;/span&gt; Just nice, I always wanted a tissue box cover, but always felt that it was too ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi6VTqtA5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/CWj69Jqapf0/s1600-h/DSC02203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi6VTqtA5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/CWj69Jqapf0/s320/DSC02203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420287026759795602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the gift exchange, everybody was full, except me. Haha! Was still hotplate-ing the mushrooms while the other girls had already moved to the sofa to chit chat. They were discussing who would be the first to married, and was trying to recall who did they thought it would be when we discussed about it in the past. But for sure, it won't be me. But I guess it would be YY, Clar, YS, MY then me. Why? I believe YY, Clar and YS will want to marry around 25-28 years old. YY's and Clar's bf won't mind marrying them early. But Clar won't want to marry until she graduates and find a job preferably. So YY will be first. YS won't be that soon cos she hasn't been too lucky in her love life. Hopefully she will be able to find the right guy. Since this will take time, she will be behind Clar. For MY, she will observe for quite a while before being into a relationship and be really devoted to it. I believe she's a cautious lover. Whereas for me, I believe most knows why. I have a bf who wants to complete his studies, finds a stable job and ensures that he has a steady income to support a family before getting married. So, without any doubts, I'll be the last. =D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after YY left to join his bf, Clar, YS, MY and Ben played mahjong until Clar was really tired. Then, we went to watch Avatar. It was quite an interesting show. But not really my type. The affects were good though and some parts were quite exciting. We watched the 1am show. Reached home at around 4am. Really tired. Enjoyed spending the time with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26th December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long awaited gathering was finally here! I was really looking forward to it cos I spent alot of time planning it and worrying about it. Glad that 17 people turned up with their gifts, except for one fat ass who brought some 2nd hand toy as the gift.  Hui Ping was rather unlucky to have picked it. But I forced him to take back his dusty gift and return HP's gift. It was unfair man and really too over. Anyway, before the gathering, Jiemin, Jihui and Hui Yin came over my house to help me prepare some food. And Lionel was really helpful to drive over to transport the food. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks man! =D&lt;/span&gt; But we have too many people so JM, JH, Ben and I cabbed down while HY and Jon took Lionel's car there. We reached Kia Yong's house quite late, 7plus I guess? I thought the food will be half gone, but they had not touched them at all and were just starting to set up the fire. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for waiting for us! =D&lt;/span&gt; Was really happy to see so many people there.&lt;br /&gt;Was really worried that my spaghetti will have lots of left over so I started distributing as soon as I finished unpacking the stuff. Actually, I forced everyone to eat one plate! Haha! =D I wasn't too worried about the sushi cos it would definitely clear. In the end, my spaghetti had a little left while sushi was all gone. As usual, Ben and I became the bbq-ers of the day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satay man! Hehe! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYv5czLxI/AAAAAAAAAag/Yi6r2CL35Ck/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYv5czLxI/AAAAAAAAAag/Yi6r2CL35Ck/s320/DSC02179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420320468927459090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The mushrooms are mine!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYxZ5ZShI/AAAAAAAAAa4/duELi0PFDCA/s1600-h/DSC02189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYxZ5ZShI/AAAAAAAAAa4/duELi0PFDCA/s320/DSC02189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420320494817200658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYwY2HZgI/AAAAAAAAAao/9fMRWyTYHaQ/s1600-h/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYwY2HZgI/AAAAAAAAAao/9fMRWyTYHaQ/s320/DSC02186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420320477355140610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at how engrossed Ben was. Haha! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYw2HcgrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/y5hJ4sb4C_0/s1600-h/DSC02187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYw2HcgrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/y5hJ4sb4C_0/s320/DSC02187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420320485212455602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were also the food server...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYvj9LMaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ERvcD0iQDww/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjYvj9LMaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ERvcD0iQDww/s320/DSC02151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420320463157670306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Not forgetting a couple shot &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjbX3zUG7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HCvmpo8Tfoo/s1600-h/DSC02181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjbX3zUG7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HCvmpo8Tfoo/s320/DSC02181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323354703043506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Around 9plus, I went around to collect the gifts and numbered them with Ben. After numbering the gifts, it was time to gather everyone for the gift exchange session. So each of us picked one number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sorting out the gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjbWXZ6_GI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d1zHAFX1v6U/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjbWXZ6_GI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d1zHAFX1v6U/s320/DSC02132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323328826735714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody gathering around the gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjbXiKl-XI/AAAAAAAAAbY/jXYJGiymuXo/s1600-h/DSC02136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjbXiKl-XI/AAAAAAAAAbY/jXYJGiymuXo/s320/DSC02136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323348895103346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjbXISy3WI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/KPI9bAYH2mk/s1600-h/DSC02134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjbXISy3WI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/KPI9bAYH2mk/s320/DSC02134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323341950180706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After picking a number, everyone was busy looking out for their gift. Where no.___??? It was really fun and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah! We got our gifts! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjpnZCMXKI/AAAAAAAAAcI/FJDdBXadzfY/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjpnZCMXKI/AAAAAAAAAcI/FJDdBXadzfY/s320/DSC02140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339014484647074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjpnKE7b8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/GuQb7yZE_tM/s1600-h/DSC02141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjpnKE7b8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/GuQb7yZE_tM/s320/DSC02141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339010469588930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's unwrap to see what we've gotten! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tool Ann's gift from Chun Siang,&lt;br /&gt;a pink colour non-staple stapler.&lt;br /&gt;It's TA's favourite colour! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjpmks54RI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uFjBDKDQoYY/s1600-h/DSC02142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjpmks54RI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uFjBDKDQoYY/s320/DSC02142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339000436711698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jovin received an extremely cute handbag&lt;br /&gt;from Kia Yong. Nice one man! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjpmOPttsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WcpHh7g84hU/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjpmOPttsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/WcpHh7g84hU/s320/DSC02144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420338994408699586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eugene really misses school, correction&lt;br /&gt;tapes for David! Haha! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjploZY34I/AAAAAAAAAbo/IIgrMadcitQ/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjploZY34I/AAAAAAAAAbo/IIgrMadcitQ/s320/DSC02146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420338984248729474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kia Yong got the longest gift, it's a long&lt;br /&gt;box of chocolates from Haoguang! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr1alQKiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jbiMHXwutdk/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr1alQKiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jbiMHXwutdk/s320/DSC02147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420341454441556514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got gift no. 7, which was Hui Yin's gift. It's a red hairy bear, 2 Disney pens and a blindfold. Good good, I can use it when my younger brother use the com till very late with the living room light shining into my room. Ben got Jie Min's chocolate, and he's now addicted to the Dove chocolate. It's really tasty and addictive, I like it too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi6Vl5WJUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/0fys6o7vkJU/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi6Vl5WJUI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/0fys6o7vkJU/s320/DSC02205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420287031653049666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope everyone enjoyed the gift exchange session. It's so interesting to see the expressions on all the faces. Some really happy, some shocked and looked as if he's going to bash that person up, some didn't know how to react. Haha! It's simply so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;After that, everyone went back to their activities, some card games or makan-ing, while others was so fascinated by Soo Teck's gift. It was a hammock, belongs to Wei Jie now. So they took some photos of some dead bodies lying in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Corpse #1: Sergeant Jovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr3Jwia5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/awwwr_bRi9A/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr3Jwia5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/awwwr_bRi9A/s320/DSC02171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420341484285225874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corpse #2: Big Boobs David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr2nJWEcI/AAAAAAAAAco/Dla5QJmzqDo/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr2nJWEcI/AAAAAAAAAco/Dla5QJmzqDo/s320/DSC02163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420341474994033090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corpse #3: Crazy Officer Soo Teck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr2E4N4tI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ioS-bSgDULs/s1600-h/DSC02160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr2E4N4tI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ioS-bSgDULs/s320/DSC02160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420341465795388114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe most noticed that I wasn't really high that night. I was really worn out by the preparation. So didn't really have the energy to go around taking more pictures and initiate group shots. Below's shot was taken cos they were just nice there when I was holding on to the camera. Kind of regret not pushing myself to take more initiatives. Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Happy Girls =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr1yizcVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/HmBFbunPIlI/s1600-h/DSC02150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szjr1yizcVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/HmBFbunPIlI/s320/DSC02150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420341460873736530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure when, they started playing truth, dare or double dare. Their double dare was really disgusting and R-rated. Seriously, I wonder how they had the courage to do such actions. Guess they were really drunk already. Some actions caught on camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jie Min cover her eyes upon hearing the&lt;br /&gt;disgusting act the guys were dared to perfor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjtQM85J0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/W_qpgJvA-GM/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjtQM85J0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/W_qpgJvA-GM/s320/DSC02196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343014150711106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lionel and Jovin were to rubbed their nipples against each&lt;br /&gt;other. Jihui really had a lot of wild ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjtQiZUP0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ImkH7yALDDs/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjtQiZUP0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ImkH7yALDDs/s320/DSC02198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343019907071810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what Kia Yong was going to do to Jonathan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjtPvlv_BI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GJSnUH8UGDY/s1600-h/DSC02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjtPvlv_BI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GJSnUH8UGDY/s320/DSC02193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343006269013010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi5fnJBK6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/UcaLVtJSoL0/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7d9eff2ffc932b0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7d9eff2ffc932b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C98796306244AC79D743B7C9E00C448056ED9F0.5458D9FAB84D609459641C63F49CEF188FB040D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7d9eff2ffc932b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrLq5HSNtjd54c3yyWSdYKGm0cG8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7d9eff2ffc932b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C98796306244AC79D743B7C9E00C448056ED9F0.5458D9FAB84D609459641C63F49CEF188FB040D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7d9eff2ffc932b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrLq5HSNtjd54c3yyWSdYKGm0cG8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Only those playing the 'challenging' truth or dare game stayed overnight. Lionel sent HY, Jon, SST, Ben and I home. So nice of Lionel. Thanks lots! =D He likes driving extremely fast. My hair was like damn messy when I got off the car. Yup, forgotten to comment. Lionel's car was actually very quite big and cosy, but one big butt purposely squeezed with 3 of us at the back. Thanks to him, I was merely resting upon the edge of the seat.&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed looking at how everyone had fun together. Though the feeling might be different from the past, I was really glad that everyone was mingling with one another. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A really big thanks to Kia Yong for opening his house for this gathering and pulling the guys and girls together! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the class gathering, we had a mini catch up session with Maria. She's in Indonesia so couldn't join us for the 26th. We met up on 13th, and had dinner at a Indonesian Restaurant at Jurong Point. Guess it was the first time Jihui ate meat with bone. Haha! =D Maria was pretty worried about her results and was extremely regretful for skipping lectures. Believe she will be attending all lectures when the new semester starts. Most of the girls are in university now, it's really hard to find a convenient time to meet up. And it feels like a decade since I've seen Yanjie. Always can't meet her, so unlucky. It's the second time she missed the class gathering. Haix. Next year, I may be studying too. Then, it'll be really difficult to find a common time. But will definitely keep trying my best to arrange a good meet up time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After food =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjtRMbUIsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bsV77arBF4c/s1600-h/DSC02129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzjtRMbUIsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bsV77arBF4c/s320/DSC02129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343031189742274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;27th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I received my greatest Christmas surprise. Of cos, it's from my dearest Ben. He prepared a Christmas gift for me while I didn't give him anything. I did give him a earpiece and a shirt, but it's not given as a gift and is definitely not as meaningful as what he had given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi5fnJBK6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/UcaLVtJSoL0/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi5fnJBK6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/UcaLVtJSoL0/s320/DSC02210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420286104274283426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like a simply box but inside it, it isn't as simple as it looks. It's too sweet and mushy to reveal what's inside, so I shall leave it as a mystery. Ben really knows what I want and he always tries his best to give me what I want. He's always so loving and sincere, just can't stop loving him! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-1005421307339779915?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/1005421307339779915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=1005421307339779915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1005421307339779915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1005421307339779915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/12/splendid-christmas-2009.html' title='Splendid Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szi5eLdHBAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BlK7_cOiDds/s72-c/DSC02200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-5970714364512674821</id><published>2009-12-28T19:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:42:39.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bro's POP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th Dec 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to my brother's POP with my mama. When we set off from khatib, it was raining heavily. Thought it might also be raining at Pasir Ris, but the weather there was good, in fact, it was rather sunny. While waiting for the shuttle bus to the ferry terminal, we saw this fussy and petty mother asking one of the NS usher some questions. Another parent in the bus queue interrupted their conversation. Since the parent was already in the queue and was about to board the bus, the usher answered to her queries first. When he went back to help the petty mother, she reprimanded him, saying that he should have answered her first cos she was the first to ask. I was so damn pissed off by her sickening attitude. If his son was the usher and some stupid parent like her scold her for such small issues, how would she feel. The ushers are there to help and not to provide customers service; the parents need the ushers' help, whereas the parents are no help them. However, I wasn't daring enough to confront that mother.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the parade, the seat were fully occupied, so my mama and I ended up sitting on the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before the parade: My mama and I =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzisgREhokI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zKMiNo8UXuw/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzisgREhokI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zKMiNo8UXuw/s320/DSC02443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420271821878567490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't wait long before the parade started. Couldn't spot my brother from where we were sitting so just anyhow snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 7 platoons marching in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szio8DxzqpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/6lkg53Quzn8/s1600-h/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szio8DxzqpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/6lkg53Quzn8/s320/DSC02098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420267901300222610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szio8oh3BrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/aiqqdnjbkWI/s1600-h/DSC02101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szio8oh3BrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/aiqqdnjbkWI/s320/DSC02101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420267911165445810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szio9A4ivTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jBDtw9PXMe4/s1600-h/DSC02102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szio9A4ivTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jBDtw9PXMe4/s320/DSC02102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420267917703036210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szisf7vCZGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nxkOFvJtctU/s1600-h/DSC02438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szisf7vCZGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nxkOFvJtctU/s320/DSC02438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420271816151295074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unload then warm up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szio9RZ3O0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/kwQKZn2-fkU/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szio9RZ3O0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/kwQKZn2-fkU/s320/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420267922137758530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuIAkgg_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/WDdY_R9Y6to/s1600-h/DSC02451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuIAkgg_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/WDdY_R9Y6to/s320/DSC02451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420273604155704306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuIfn0GXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/52YmYtNS-sc/s1600-h/DSC02456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuIfn0GXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/52YmYtNS-sc/s320/DSC02456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420273612491069810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuIzsOWUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/keqo6E0wgF0/s1600-h/DSC02461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuIzsOWUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/keqo6E0wgF0/s320/DSC02461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420273617878276418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szisg_8-swI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ihn9lwHs1-4/s1600-h/DSC02447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szisg_8-swI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ihn9lwHs1-4/s320/DSC02447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420271834463384322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuH3lDyiI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8X7q6EXwfDk/s1600-h/DSC02449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuH3lDyiI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8X7q6EXwfDk/s320/DSC02449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420273601742096930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BMTC School 2 Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f67d0e1cc0bd2e55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df67d0e1cc0bd2e55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83C485D7BFB181E14D547B1B46DBF6ED9F37348F.694EE3C13572FFF9F32E60EE9E4C1BE53FECD40%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df67d0e1cc0bd2e55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB-McVy62DuV0VEr6jZWQ42J5VrE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df67d0e1cc0bd2e55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83C485D7BFB181E14D547B1B46DBF6ED9F37348F.694EE3C13572FFF9F32E60EE9E4C1BE53FECD40%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df67d0e1cc0bd2e55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB-McVy62DuV0VEr6jZWQ42J5VrE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POP loh! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab224264e73b15e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab224264e73b15e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D250F28380E95F5704AA06DFF7E6D98700D0579E7.789824A2F6652027CAC42C2652890A3621DB775B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab224264e73b15e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9WqH3CScgjplOVqqogrnr-qfZk0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab224264e73b15e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D250F28380E95F5704AA06DFF7E6D98700D0579E7.789824A2F6652027CAC42C2652890A3621DB775B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab224264e73b15e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9WqH3CScgjplOVqqogrnr-qfZk0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the parade. Bonding time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzisfgnRpMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/myBIwoHJgSc/s1600-h/DSC02123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzisfgnRpMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/myBIwoHJgSc/s320/DSC02123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420271808870982850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuuQdFT5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/SZptCGrBR4E/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuuQdFT5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/SZptCGrBR4E/s320/DSC02481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420274261254557586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuuAxOdkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NlwZxvS0aPI/s1600-h/DSC02473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziuuAxOdkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NlwZxvS0aPI/s320/DSC02473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420274257044076098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sziut_Dz_EI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qjCkWcmPs9k/s1600-h/DSC02469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sziut_Dz_EI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qjCkWcmPs9k/s320/DSC02469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420274256585161794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziutUaD71I/AAAAAAAAAZI/V2JuG02q03U/s1600-h/DSC02466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SziutUaD71I/AAAAAAAAAZI/V2JuG02q03U/s320/DSC02466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420274245135757138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My camera's battery went flat before I could use it to take pictures with my brother, so had to resort to using my phone. But luckily, there was free photoshoot provided. Since it was free, we took a few shots. Haha! =D They develop the photo instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first shot my bro's eyes were&lt;br /&gt;closed so took another one =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szil0w-rF9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nOjrexy0jxg/s1600-h/CCI12092009_00002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Szil0w-rF9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/nOjrexy0jxg/s320/CCI12092009_00002.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420264477459945426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There wasn't much business for the photographer stationed there, cos everybody's in a hurry to go home. So my mother and I patronised him. I love the background. The photo taken was nice, just that I looked hunched back. Haha! =D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzinBshP93I/AAAAAAAAAXI/hXDaKunMDoo/s1600-h/CCI12092009_00003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzinBshP93I/AAAAAAAAAXI/hXDaKunMDoo/s320/CCI12092009_00003.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420265799112718194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before we left for the ferry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Finally my mama managed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to show a wide smile =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzinCKViKDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wqqSVie0euo/s1600-h/CCI12092009_00004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzinCKViKDI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wqqSVie0euo/s320/CCI12092009_00004.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420265807116642354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must say that they really planned this event very well. Though the pastries served was *ahem* and the waiting time for the ferry was rather long, we were well entertained by taking free photos, and seeing how well my brother had bonded with his section mates. It was really an enjoyable day and don't know why, when I was watching the parade, I felt touched, felt like crying. Maybe because I didn't get to see Ben's POP or it's been long since we had such close interactions with my brother. Anyway, I was really happy that day, believe my mama and brother were happy too. And I was impressed by the free photoshoot provided. =D&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/1921229960111489815-5970714364512674821?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/5970714364512674821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=5970714364512674821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5970714364512674821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5970714364512674821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-bros-pop.html' title='My Bro&apos;s POP'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SzisgREhokI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zKMiNo8UXuw/s72-c/DSC02443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-424586685656998532</id><published>2009-12-15T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:24:54.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have been extremely busy these day. It's really not easy to multi-task but I'm trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at UOB is still manageable, but am getting more irritated by unreasonable customers. But I'm not going to criticised how fussy they are cos I don't want to be one of them. Since I'm in this line, any wrong is my wrong, customers are always right. I'll take their critcism as a positive feedback cos it'll help me to improve my customer service skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still processing my calling list for my telemarketing job. But am quite distracted by our current blogshop. Always being tempted to post online advertisement as I'm doing the calling list. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESTIES CLOSET, our newly opened blogshop. Had a very exciting and tiring time preparing for our first launched. It's definitely a splendid experience. Though there's disagreement here and there, we became more bonded. Our discussions are always filled with laughter. Have blogged about our preparation at our website under 'Behind the Scene'! Support us: &lt;a href="http://besties-closet.weebly.com"&gt;http://besties-closet.weebly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my elder brother's POP from the BMTC school, it's a good experience to see their parade. Enjoyed myself. Can see that my brother had a great time too! Shall blog about it when I'm more free. Back to work now! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-424586685656998532?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/424586685656998532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=424586685656998532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/424586685656998532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/424586685656998532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/12/extremely-busy.html' title='Extremely Busy'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-4016767152644053559</id><published>2009-12-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:36:34.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to UOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went back to UOB again. Didn't feel like waking up in the morning. Haha! =D But still managed to dragged myself out of bed. Went back to Admiralty branch again and will be there again tomorrow. But from Wednesday to Friday, I'll have to go to Bukit Panjang la. Sian. Totally sian diao when I saw the roster la. Next week not too bad, whole week at Admiralty. Subsequent week sometimes have to go Raffles City, sometimes have to go Bukit Batok and North Bridge!!! But I shall endure, until my contract ends in June. Let this be the longest job that I've stayed on. Pay not bad actually, just that the working hours is too odd and I don't like relieving at places so far. Endure! Jia you! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-4016767152644053559?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/4016767152644053559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=4016767152644053559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/4016767152644053559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/4016767152644053559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-uob.html' title='Back to UOB'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-131602071088705301</id><published>2009-12-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:36:24.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26th-29th Nov: SITEX Show 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tiring weekend. Stand for more than 10hrs each day throughout the 4 days. Legs super 'suan'. The physical part was exhausting enough already but still had to bear with the mental exhaustion. Met different type of customers, mostly very fussy ones. Kept asking for discounts and more free gifts. Ask once it's alright, some kept bargaining. C'mon, I'm just a promoter, not even their official staff. The hard disk I bought from them also no staff price la. Some customers just don't understand. Really typical singaporeans. Felt really sian after the first day of the show. Since the first day, had been complaining to Yi Siang about how tired I was. Haha! =D Doubt my sales would be good cos I started slacking after the first day of the show. It wasn't too difficult to pass time actually cos most of the time there were customers to attend to. Working for such shows do make good money but it's really unbearable to me. Doubt I'd work again for the next show. But I don't mind working for Starhub or M1, they had chairs to sit!!! Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earned some pocket money during the four days but neglected Ben. Didn't spend much time with him during his long weekend. But he was very accomodating, tried his best to fetch me or meet me for awhile every night after my work. Guess it was the first time I failed to sent him for his book in. Feel extremely guilty for making him feel so lonely. He said he felt something missing on his way to book in. This week he'll be confined. Have to wait until next week to redeem myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25th Nov: Telemarketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed a simple contract and was briefed about my job. Timing is rather flexible but have to spend some time coming up with the calling list. If I'm able to pick up the tele skills, I would be able to earn alot man. One fixed appointment is $10, successful deal is $100. Shall try out for a month or so first, if it's really easy money, will pull some friends in. =D But I have yet to find some time to do up the calling list. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This company that I'm working for is called GloPerformance. It's a company which conduct programmes for CEOs and other managerial positions to let them better manage their businesses and finances.They also provides consultation services to companies. Lots of companies had actually engaged in their services. I don't have very good business knowledge so I don't really know how to explain, I just believe that they have very good business strategies and that I'll be able to earn quite alot. =D&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/1921229960111489815-131602071088705301?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/131602071088705301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=131602071088705301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/131602071088705301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/131602071088705301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-busy-weekend.html' title='Long Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8153535969914104892</id><published>2009-11-24T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:16:30.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lunch =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another sign of my random "high-ness": I just enjoy praising myself. Lol! =D I know it's quite retarded of me, but please allow me to showoff my lunch. I feel that my veggie instant noodle lunch looks delicious. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KOKA Singapore style mi goreng with stir-fried mushroom&lt;br /&gt;Soup with xiao bai cai and seeweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Swq_78LnLaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2b-DU32M_Es/s1600/DSC02003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Swq_78LnLaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2b-DU32M_Es/s320/DSC02003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407345339099721122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Swq_7QnJsCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xsEF-Skfxr0/s1600/DSC02005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Swq_7QnJsCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xsEF-Skfxr0/s320/DSC02005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407345327404068898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks appetizing isn't it?! Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Self praise is no praise, but it feels really good praising yourself! =D&lt;/span&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/1921229960111489815-8153535969914104892?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8153535969914104892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8153535969914104892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8153535969914104892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8153535969914104892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-lunch-d.html' title='My Lunch =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Swq_78LnLaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2b-DU32M_Es/s72-c/DSC02003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8722023670369045456</id><published>2009-11-23T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:57:08.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random, High &amp; Anxious! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In very high spirits these days. Haha! =D Ming Yun, Yi Siang, my didi and Ben have encountered my "high-ness" and randomness. Like, I will repeatedly praise that my hair looks very nice (I seriously think so), suddenly sing in the middle of the road, and I'm extremely jumpy nowadays, etc. Sounds a bit like I'm attracting attention. Haha! =D Actually it's cos I'm very satisfied with what I'm doing now. No longer lazy around, doing everything knowing what I want from it even if it isn't fruitful. Feeling anxious about the upcoming challenges yet very excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current challenge, which will be a long term one, is a secret project. So, shhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, SITEX show. I can already feel how tired I will be for the four days. Anxious, lots of specs not haven't memorised yet. (I'll be at the Achieva Booth, right at the back of Hall 6, selling External Hard Drive, Media Player and Hard Disk.) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30th Nov, I have to go back to UOB. Really rusty le. Hope I won't be shivering when I count those cash after not counting so much cash for 2mths. Hope everything is still in the "back-up drive" of my mind. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll be taking up another job, telemarketting. But have yet to confirm. Very interested in joining the team cos it'll be a totally new experience to me. I love new experiences. It's very obvious cos I usually leave a job after 1-2mths. Lol. Not a good habit, so will try to stay on in UOB till my contract ends. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I'll be taking my FTT but will only be able to start practical in January. I've enrolled in the school cos I don't have sources for private instructor. School will be better for me cos I'll have to pay for the practical lessons beforehand, so I'm somehow forced to go for regular lessons after I booked for them. But will only be able to get my driving license only by April, when the center has already shifted to Woodlands. The new circuit is three storey high, wonder how will it be. Sounds scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my current schedule for now. Plus, the upcoming 01 gathering. Hopefully my plan will work and will be able to meet up with everyone again! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-8722023670369045456?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8722023670369045456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8722023670369045456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8722023670369045456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8722023670369045456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-high-anxious-d.html' title='Random, High &amp; Anxious! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-878514894843370877</id><published>2009-11-15T23:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:29:55.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Barrage! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah! Went Marina Barrage yesterday with Ben. It's a beautiful place. Just that we went at the wrong date. There was some event so was very crowded and noisy. Went to explore the place abit before flying our kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snap snap! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsaDJ8DSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/I1Tia4rcN7I/s1600-h/DSC01876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsaDJ8DSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/I1Tia4rcN7I/s320/DSC01876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404368378879806754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsZF5vW3I/AAAAAAAAASo/UlAvLmOzrjI/s1600-h/DSC01868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsZF5vW3I/AAAAAAAAASo/UlAvLmOzrjI/s320/DSC01868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404368362437303154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsZsKYjkI/AAAAAAAAASw/RsL01DG0XGw/s1600-h/DSC01871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsZsKYjkI/AAAAAAAAASw/RsL01DG0XGw/s320/DSC01871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404368372707659330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a weekend so there were many families flying kite there. We went to a less crowded place and attempted to fly the kite. Ben was really engrossed in flying the kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our first stop for our first attempt of flying the kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsaZ0jvxI/AAAAAAAAATA/_D_XXngzW9w/s1600-h/DSC01879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsaZ0jvxI/AAAAAAAAATA/_D_XXngzW9w/s320/DSC01879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404368384964149010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben was really engrossed since the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsa7huB8I/AAAAAAAAATI/qUw2J0Jb7wA/s1600-h/DSC01887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsa7huB8I/AAAAAAAAATI/qUw2J0Jb7wA/s320/DSC01887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404368394011936706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The kite didn't last too long up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAulKX9NQI/AAAAAAAAATY/ycp9DUeXesI/s1600-h/DSC01898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAulKX9NQI/AAAAAAAAATY/ycp9DUeXesI/s320/DSC01898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404370768819467522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still not giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAuksjnbcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9SHbHWgF0cs/s1600-h/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAuksjnbcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9SHbHWgF0cs/s320/DSC01894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404370760815308226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After several attempts, we decide to use a new strategy; run down the slope. It's really funny watching how Ben ran down the slope in his attempt to make the kite fly. Haha! =D Later, we decided to move to the area down the slope where there was only one group of people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;View from the slope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwqGaSTFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J2VVNfNpajs/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwqGaSTFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/J2VVNfNpajs/s320/DSC01924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404373052678098002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwp5WQ6pI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PmTwD0l6VII/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwp5WQ6pI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PmTwD0l6VII/s320/DSC01923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404373049171569298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben failed again in several attempts to fly the kite. I tried, but failed too and concluded that it was more entertaining to watch Ben attempting to fly the kite. Haha! =D  Later, I came up with an extremely brilliant idea; Poke holes in the kite! It worked! Finally, Ben succeeded! The kite flew very high and steadily. Too bad our string was too short, if not we could fly the kite higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our steadily flying kite =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwqz086uI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QoHULJ17-fk/s1600-h/DSC01940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwqz086uI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QoHULJ17-fk/s320/DSC01940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404373064869538530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We went out of string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAymiPmpcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lz89FK2N89E/s1600-h/DSC01944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAymiPmpcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lz89FK2N89E/s320/DSC01944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404375190453265858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben confidently holding the kite without looking at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAynndL7rI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5lDS6IFQbK8/s1600-h/DSC01949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAynndL7rI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5lDS6IFQbK8/s320/DSC01949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404375209032281778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even more confident, hooked it to the railing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwrWXxt8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/mzS7eQSNc_k/s1600-h/DSC01941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwrWXxt8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/mzS7eQSNc_k/s320/DSC01941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404373074142410690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sky was full of kites and there were some interesting kites too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of kites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAumdVq_AI/AAAAAAAAATw/dwfGbV6VAy4/s1600-h/DSC01910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAumdVq_AI/AAAAAAAAATw/dwfGbV6VAy4/s320/DSC01910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404370791090027522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cute smiley kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAulq_ERUI/AAAAAAAAATg/uo_DnRX6f6o/s1600-h/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAulq_ERUI/AAAAAAAAATg/uo_DnRX6f6o/s320/DSC01900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404370777573442882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penguin couple kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwqv0YSNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/itWtIwzpmK8/s1600-h/DSC01939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAwqv0YSNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/itWtIwzpmK8/s320/DSC01939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404373063793395922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night was falling so we let down our kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The night is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAyn8aG_qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oGJmhbC0jJY/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAyn8aG_qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oGJmhbC0jJY/s320/DSC01952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404375214656519842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben with our $2 kite =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAyoXxCZtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wrZ0ujzhn20/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAyoXxCZtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wrZ0ujzhn20/s320/DSC01958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404375222000445138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;The whole made by Ben in his attempt to retie the kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Plus the two holes I suggested, the kite was 'holely')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1kfTm2jI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cINcBLxx_AY/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1kfTm2jI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cINcBLxx_AY/s320/DSC01959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404378453839895090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice view of the flyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1kvYxeqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pMKnbHz1f34/s1600-h/DSC01967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1kvYxeqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pMKnbHz1f34/s320/DSC01967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404378458156530338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A shot with the flyer =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1lOX91SI/AAAAAAAAAVY/sLWEHF4S35k/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1lOX91SI/AAAAAAAAAVY/sLWEHF4S35k/s320/DSC01975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404378466474644770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some shots on our way out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1lX4l74I/AAAAAAAAAVg/pIvYq7ws_7g/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1lX4l74I/AAAAAAAAAVg/pIvYq7ws_7g/s320/DSC01978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404378469027409794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1mO8TZsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LPHkQl5Vo_k/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA1mO8TZsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LPHkQl5Vo_k/s320/DSC01989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404378483806922434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA2LbhydTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CrA1e_QdsmE/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA2LbhydTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CrA1e_QdsmE/s320/DSC01991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404379122840532274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another very fun day! Hope to go back there again! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-878514894843370877?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/878514894843370877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=878514894843370877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/878514894843370877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/878514894843370877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/11/marina-barrage-d.html' title='Marina Barrage! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwAsaDJ8DSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/I1Tia4rcN7I/s72-c/DSC01876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8138801356751356805</id><published>2009-11-14T14:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:36:00.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Paper =D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday took Math Paper 2, which is also the last paper that I'll be taking. The thought that there were statistic questions made me not very confident sitting for the paper. But when the exam start and I flipped through the stats questions, I was relieved, so easy... Phew! So I confidently do the pure math questions first cos I'm much more confident in doing pure math. Able to do the stats questions but didn't manage to complete the paper again. Poor time management. Left out 2 questions. But quite happy that I was able to do the questions. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! Exams are over for me now. It's time to work, work and work now. But won't forget to play. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ink Bar Club with Ming Yun and Yi Siang last night. Due to Apec, the security of the hotel was heightened. Have to pass through the security check before entering the hotel. Wasn't familiar with the place but still managed to find our way to the pub. The pub was quite dark, with a Caucasian singer singing jazz songs and pretty waitresses with nice sexy figures. The ambiance was not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipped through the menu. Was wowed by the long list of beverages. Ming Yun and Yi Siang ordered Lychee Martini and Vodka Sprite respectively first while I was still deciding what to order. Saw this 'Blue Martini' and decided to order it cos it has Bombay Sapphire, which I'd tried before, and it's blue in colour. Haha! =D Nice drink, just that it make me really high after drinking almost half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept snapping with flash. I bet the Apec people beside our table were damn irritated. Perhaps because they're Japanese so didn't voice out their displeasure. Anyway, we cai quan too. Was really lousy at it but still managed to win some round. At first was one to one with YS. Later three of us played together. I was feeling really high, especially when I win, cos I lost most of the matches. Haha! =D At the last few rounds, MY and YS had the taste of how strong my alcohol was, cos only I had some drinks left as I drank sip by sip everytime I lost. I admit, I was the most drunk that night, but I was still sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still waiting for the other photos in MY's cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA7tQEQZmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kk4T68bNiTE/s1600-h/DSC01857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA7tQEQZmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kk4T68bNiTE/s320/DSC01857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404385201437566562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA7ttTvCwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7GRNLzRc4ic/s1600-h/DSC01852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA7ttTvCwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7GRNLzRc4ic/s320/DSC01852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404385209287117570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cabbed back home cos we missed the last bus and train. Ben booked out that night so wanted him to fetch me, so that we could spend some time together. He insisted that I was drunk cos I was high and kept blabbering non-stop. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel that pub is really a nice and cosy place to hang with friends. Enjoyed myself very much last night! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-8138801356751356805?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8138801356751356805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8138801356751356805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8138801356751356805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8138801356751356805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-paper-d.html' title='Last Paper =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SwA7tQEQZmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kk4T68bNiTE/s72-c/DSC01857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-6754702913392551610</id><published>2009-11-11T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:35:58.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>General Paper =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's paper was quite simple actually. Definitely much easier than the previous years' paper. But I screwed it up. For paper 1, did this question: "To what extent does technology has impact on both privacy and security in your society." Something like that. Easy, right? I spent 30mins brainstorming and ended up handing in only a 2 page long essay. Similar to last year ba. For paper 2, it's about work and play. The passage was understandable and the questions were relatively easier than last year's. But didn't manage to complete AQ again, only had half a paragraph, so it's the same as not doing. In conclusion, I think I'll fare more badly this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall put GP aside le. Friday's Math paper 2. Statistics!!! So scary. Still have to try my best. Challenged jihui. If I managed to do better than her in Math, she will have to quit smoking. It's both an incentive and disincentive to me. I want her to quit smoking yet I want her to do better than me. She has studied exceptionally hard this time round. Though she may not be as diligent as everyone else may be, she has put in the effort to stay focus and try her best. Admire her will. Hope my challenge to her is able to motivate her to study double hard and be enlightened to the logic in Math. =D&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/1921229960111489815-6754702913392551610?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/6754702913392551610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=6754702913392551610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6754702913392551610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6754702913392551610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/11/general-paper.html' title='General Paper =('/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-5994263738688258823</id><published>2009-11-10T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:38:16.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Paper =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was feeling quite excited for the paper today. Don't know why. Maybe cos I don't feel burdened or stressed by the past failure. Met jihui first. First time seeing her wear a bottom which is below knee length. The most decently dressed. Haha! =D Anyway, we saw Jimmy Goh... Suey la. As most of you know, I don't like him at all!!! Ok, I've complained to enough people le, so shall not complain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere in the classroom with other private candidates was unlike taking with so many schoolmates in the hall. Didn't feel pressurised at all. But can see some quite nervous. One don't know how to reset her GC. Think I'm more confident with this paper than last year, though I was stunned by the first two questions. At least I didn't skip too many questions. But paper 2 will be a killer. Statistics stands 60%! Hope I could survive ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's GP paper le. Hope I'll be able to come up with some things to write. Just thinking about it makes me kind of stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who wished me and encouraged me. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-5994263738688258823?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/5994263738688258823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=5994263738688258823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5994263738688258823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5994263738688258823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-paper-d.html' title='First Paper =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-3953730451001522028</id><published>2009-11-09T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:12:43.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow's the start of 'A' level. First paper is Math Paper 1. I'm still blogging now, goes to show how much 'effort' I'm putting in for the exam this time round. Anyway, I've thought through carefully. Decided to stop studying until I find the drive to. I never expected myself to stop studying at this age. Was struggling when making this decision. But found the courage to come to this decision after talking to some people. To those who have hopes for me in my studies, I apologise for being a disappointment again. Hope you all won't think that I'm making a foolish decision cos I'll return to studying in the near future, but not now. This may not be the right choice, but it's the best to me, at least I will enjoy what I'll be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've given up a burden, I feel so much lighter now. For my other problems, I realised there's no point if I kept thinking and trying to find a way to solve them all at once. 发现我是在钻牛角尖。 I still have a very long way to go, but very little time to spend. I can't afford to waste time thinking so deeply and worry about my future, I have to do something. Whether or not my time is spend wisely or my decision is right, at least I have used my time to do something instead of nothing. I shouldn't spend my time thinking and doing nothing. My plans for the future? I still don't have a goal yet. So what? Time won't stop for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in a dilemma now, again. Haha! =D Should I change to a full time job or stick to my current PT job? Was planning to take up another one or two PT jobs but was tempted to take up FT admin or secretarial job after browsing through the ads. Haha! Guess I just enjoy job hopping. Another thing, I may be working for this year's SITEX again if I'm selected. Wasn't too keen at first but didn't want to be a spoiler. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start learning driving after I pass the FTT. Have yet to book a test date though. It'll be fantastic if I know how to drive, can travel around more convenient... I guess... If I don't get lost! Haha! =D&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/1921229960111489815-3953730451001522028?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/3953730451001522028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=3953730451001522028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3953730451001522028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3953730451001522028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-decision.html' title='My Decision'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8719324049524939101</id><published>2009-10-28T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:09:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cute Mimi =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at how Mimi shits!!! Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae4b4d725095cc8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae4b4d725095cc8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3709BE16DE8E631ACEF2AFE6963B86C843836E40.4B04236B17F8A7DD85D7965F994CD953EBF38AC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae4b4d725095cc8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJsdUFGa68BqMK8yveuMKFVIq_14&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae4b4d725095cc8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331136426%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3709BE16DE8E631ACEF2AFE6963B86C843836E40.4B04236B17F8A7DD85D7965F994CD953EBF38AC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae4b4d725095cc8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJsdUFGa68BqMK8yveuMKFVIq_14&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-8719324049524939101?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8719324049524939101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8719324049524939101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8719324049524939101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8719324049524939101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-way-my-cute-mimi-shits-d.html' title='My cute Mimi =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-9018325749823280269</id><published>2009-10-19T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:18:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was really happy to meet up with the girls today. I thought I could maintain this high spirit till the end of today, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I believe my eyes? Couldn't help but to have doubts. It happened once, then twice, now I discovered it should be thrice. Is this a retribution for not fulfilling the promises? How much truth are there that I haven't uncovered? Curiosity really kills. Some women are naturally "gifted" with the "skills" to uncover secrets. Unfortunately, I'm one of the lucky woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-9018325749823280269?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/9018325749823280269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=9018325749823280269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/9018325749823280269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/9018325749823280269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/10/curiosity-kills.html' title='Curiosity kills'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-6372445732571636078</id><published>2009-10-17T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:10:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haircut! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally got the courage to cut off my fringe. Totally new look. Was in a dilemma deciding if I should cut or not, browse through forums to look for reliable hairstylist. Chanced upon one talking about a salon nearby my house. Not all comments about the hairstylist were good but overall she sounds quite reliable. Booked an appointment with her and got my hair cut today. She was quite meticulous and showed me what kind of fringe she was going to cut. While she was trimming my hair, she kept me aware of what she was doing to my hair making me feel safe. Overall, I'm quite satisfied with her service. $14 bucks, quite alright ba. Also quite pleased with my new hairstyle, though still feel that my face looks big. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think my hairstyle resembles Ming Yun's de. Ming, next time we go out together people might mistaken us as sisters. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;My new look! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/StmztSVCh_I/AAAAAAAAASg/oD5DGDMzAbk/s1600-h/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/StmztSVCh_I/AAAAAAAAASg/oD5DGDMzAbk/s320/DSC02186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393539619348449266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-6372445732571636078?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/6372445732571636078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=6372445732571636078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6372445732571636078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6372445732571636078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-haircut-d.html' title='New Haircut! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/StmztSVCh_I/AAAAAAAAASg/oD5DGDMzAbk/s72-c/DSC02186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-7928396279958377162</id><published>2009-10-17T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:45:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to YJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went back to YJ yesterday. Supposed to attend ET's lesson but she wasn't feeling well so the lesson was cancelled. But still went back to hand her my homework. She said the guys were on their way to YJ so waited in the staff room while helping ET to edit the SGCs. ET's health seems to be deteriorating&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hope she will recover soon. She told us that she might be retiring 2 years later. Felt quite sad. But she deserves the time to rest and enjoy her time touring around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chatted with the guys and had lunch with them. So unfair, they book out regularly every week. Anyway, they seems to be coping quite well with NS. Tool Ann taking men le. He feels like a different person to me now. Have the sergeant aura around him. Jovin taking men soon too, and seems to be enjoying his time in camp before his first team of men comes in. Jonathan looks the same to me. Though he had slimmed down, he still looks fat to me. Haha! =D Suan-ed him again while he was sharing about his foot rot experience. Just can't resist the urge to suan him every time I see him. Eng Kiat is a changed man too. He looked slim and weak to me during school days but now, he looks quite fit and tanned. The guys seems to be catching up with each other quite frequently. Ben also feel like catching up with old friends. I haven't met up with the girls for a very long time too. Planning to have a class reunion but don't know when will be a good time for all. Have yet to decide the programme too. Another BBQ will be too boring, right? Hope to come out with something soon. =D&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/1921229960111489815-7928396279958377162?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/7928396279958377162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=7928396279958377162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7928396279958377162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7928396279958377162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-yj.html' title='Back to YJ'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-6126416215838917328</id><published>2009-10-13T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:05:05.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Long Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sent Ben to the airport last night. He was leaving for Brunei, for 9 days. Though it's shorter than his 3 weeks confinement in OCS, it's more difficult to endure. He is in Brunei and I won't be able to hear from him. No news, no contact for 9 Days! Was feeling very restless today. Suppose to go back YJ for GP lesson with Mrs Teo, but really not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now my phone rang, felt quite lazy to go back to my room pick it up. But still, I drag myself to my room. Picked up the phone, looked... "Kia Yong" Was wondering why would he call me and was about to reject up the phone, like my usual practice cos most people have free incoming but I don't. Luckily I wasn't so blur for too long. KY is in the same syndicate as Ben. Quickly answered the phone. YES!!! It's really HIM!!! So surprised!!! Only managed to talk for an extremely short while cos Ben said KY was quite angry that he's using his phone. I think Ben snatched his phone instead of borrowing it from him. Haha! =D Anyway, was really relieved that his first day there was alright and he sounded not too bad. Hope he won't suffer too much there and the experience will make him a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these 9 days, I guess I'll be missing him like mad. Have become to dependent on him, especially after the majors setbacks. He's always there for me to comfort me that I've developed an extremely strong attachment to him. This is not really good for me. It makes me weak and I get weaker, cos he's my reason to live, to try making my life better. All that I'm doing now is not for myself. I don't have the right attitude towards facing my future. Maybe these 9 days without Ben beside me will allow me some time to reflect upon my attitude towards life and what I really want to achieve. Can't just selfishly depend on Ben to take care of me for the rest of my life. He's working towards being my perfect partner, I shall also learn to be a better person to become his perfect partner that he deserves to have.&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/1921229960111489815-6126416215838917328?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/6126416215838917328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=6126416215838917328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6126416215838917328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6126416215838917328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-long-days.html' title='9 Long Days...'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-4104636294585489256</id><published>2009-10-01T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:22:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSBC Tree Top Walk! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, after several months of longing, at last I got to go on the HSBC Tree Top walk with Ben! =D Set off from MacRitchie reservoir and saw lots of monkeys there. Quite a number of them are mama monkeys with there extremely adorable little babies. Ben go a little crazy trying to snap some shots of the monkeys. Haha! =D  The walk to our destination was very long, took a few hours to reach there. It was rather disappointing as I thought the suspension bridge would be very long and very high above the ground. However, after not exercising for such a long period of time, it's a satisfactory to have reached the top cos the route there is really long. The route up to the bridge was so long and steep that I kept grumbling on my way up. Haha! =D Old and fat le, no stamina anymore. Pictures are in Facebook: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=320717&amp;amp;id=777280550&amp;amp;l=909080f774"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=320717&amp;amp;id=777280550&amp;amp;l=909080f774 &lt;/a&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=320717&amp;amp;id=777280550&amp;amp;l=909080f774"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Ssc-8J9p8tI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uqJubUhR-TY/s320/DSC01758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388344682359681746" 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/1921229960111489815-4104636294585489256?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/4104636294585489256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=4104636294585489256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/4104636294585489256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/4104636294585489256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/10/hsbc-tree-top-walk-d.html' title='HSBC Tree Top Walk! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Ssc-8J9p8tI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uqJubUhR-TY/s72-c/DSC01758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8772295304791661906</id><published>2009-09-28T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:24:00.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swensens Ice Cream Buffet =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanted to go for the buffet for quite some time cos it was quite cheap. Usual price was $18.90 per pax but there was a promotion going on, one for one. So only around $11 per person. There quite a widespread of variety available. Not only do they have various ice cream flavours, there's also cakes, brownies, fondue, waffles and mini pancakes. There's also lots of toppings and syrups for the ice creams. Yummy yummy! =D Was quite full after one round of cakes and ice creams but very satisfying. Though it was a rather fattening meal, have no regrets going for it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos in Facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=320714&amp;amp;id=777280550&amp;amp;l=4792d3b7eb"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Ssc9tXHRhiI/AAAAAAAAASI/DsMD4hhVe9I/s320/DSC01706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388343328680019490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=320714&amp;amp;id=777280550&amp;amp;l=4792d3b7eb"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=320714&amp;amp;id=777280550&amp;amp;l=4792d3b7eb"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ww.facebook.com/album.php?aid=320714&amp;amp;id=777280550&amp;amp;l=4792d3b7eb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/1921229960111489815-8772295304791661906?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8772295304791661906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8772295304791661906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8772295304791661906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8772295304791661906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/09/swensens-ice-cream-buffet-d.html' title='Swensens Ice Cream Buffet =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Ssc9tXHRhiI/AAAAAAAAASI/DsMD4hhVe9I/s72-c/DSC01706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-3340772214113991479</id><published>2009-09-20T01:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:58:38.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubin &amp; K =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pulau Ubin again! =D This time with my brothers and cousin Xiao Jun. Cousin Zhong Xian should have joined us but he overslept! So we decided to leave without him and meet him later. Was really worried that the weather would turn bad but it was fantastic! =D Rented our bikes for $8 each. The vendors there hiked up the price cos it was a Sunday and next day is a PH, so there was really damn lots of people there. We reached there around 1am plus and headed to Chek Jawa. Second time going there and no luck again. The tide was very high. Saw nothing much except for mud skippers and mini crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On top of the Viewing Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfKec-gkwI/AAAAAAAAARY/IyjR9TohEhE/s1600-h/DSC01672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfKec-gkwI/AAAAAAAAARY/IyjR9TohEhE/s320/DSC01672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383994504067977986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;One part of the bridge was dented. Some were afraid to cross&lt;br /&gt;while other inconsiderate ones actually happily jump&lt;br /&gt;and stand on that portion to soak their feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfKf8JEjNI/AAAAAAAAARw/eDH0BoTfwIs/s1600-h/DSC01675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfKf8JEjNI/AAAAAAAAARw/eDH0BoTfwIs/s320/DSC01675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383994529613647058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we explored the island. Without any guide and being a smart aleck, we based on our instincts to decide which route to take. And almost every time, we were wrong and rode to a dead end. Was very sian when we kept bumping into dead ends but it was really fun. There were numerous up and down slopes and I would always be the one lagging behind when we were going upslope, cos I would end up push up the bike instead! Old and fat le, no stamina. Haha! =D Though I kept complaining, the ride was very enjoyable. When we finally reached back to the jetty, we noticed that the restaurants there were really packed. Looks like Pulau Ubin is still an attractive place to people. Being under the Sun for more than 3hrs, we straightaway head to the hawker at Changi Village when we reached mainland for some ice. Cooling! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was lagging behind most of the time so I was able to get this shot. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfKfbCGGCI/AAAAAAAAARo/HlZJMuoybqs/s1600-h/DSC02118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfKfbCGGCI/AAAAAAAAARo/HlZJMuoybqs/s320/DSC02118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383994520726018082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the boat.&lt;br /&gt;Gor gor was sleeping so we camwhored ourselves. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfL-84lZII/AAAAAAAAAR4/jqC8ilLxUHo/s1600-h/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfL-84lZII/AAAAAAAAAR4/jqC8ilLxUHo/s320/DSC01678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383996161900504194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfL_fyWbaI/AAAAAAAAASA/kUgA1aqOI3c/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfL_fyWbaI/AAAAAAAAASA/kUgA1aqOI3c/s320/DSC01685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383996171269598626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfKe0XgS6I/AAAAAAAAARg/cdiBh-12BYk/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfKe0XgS6I/AAAAAAAAARg/cdiBh-12BYk/s320/DSC01686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383994510346832802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After some discussion, we decided to go back home to wash up first before head down to Upp Thomson for dinner and K. This time Zhong Xian joined us. Xiao Jun managed to locate a vegetarian stall for me at Upp Thomson. It is a zi char stall and their business seems to be quite good. I tried their hor fun and fried carrot cake. Definitely will go back there again! Yumilicious! =D Anyway, we were going to be late for the K session so we da bao our food there. The boss was kind enough to allow us to bring our food in. There, we celebrated Zhong Xian's birthday in advance. It was a surprise for him. Had a very enjoyable singing session till 11pm. Cost $16.50 per person, so much cheaper than Kbox and Partyworld, almost half the price. Thanks to Ming Yun for her recommendation. Ya, we happened to get the same room as the last time Ming Yun brought Yi Siang and I there. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-3340772214113991479?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/3340772214113991479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=3340772214113991479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3340772214113991479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3340772214113991479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/09/ubin-k-d.html' title='Ubin &amp; K =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SrfKec-gkwI/AAAAAAAAARY/IyjR9TohEhE/s72-c/DSC01672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-5254849229589785539</id><published>2009-09-19T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:38:21.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Night =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went for Echo Wing's social night with Ben. It should be a night to mingle with everyone there but Ben and I didn't really like this kind of event. He did introduce me to some of his mates but most of the time, we were in our own world. Fortunate/Unfortunate-ly, there were others who were like us, so we weren't the odd one out. Haha! =D Anyway, I really pity those dates who were left behind by the guys to entertain/bore themselves. Ben mentioned that he was lucky to have known me if not, his date would have been like them. In order words, he feels fortunate to be with me. Haha! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, the only program we were looking forward to is the meal. However, Ben was unhappy with the buffet style food and was extremely disappointed with the vegetarian meal box I had. So, from the start of the meal onwards, he had been grumbling and I had to coax him until the end. In fact, the event was quite boring if not for the potato chips and the finger food. Anyway, I still enjoy the night with Ben. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SsdFUzbJ2AI/AAAAAAAAASY/igSw35t0mCY/s1600-h/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SsdFUzbJ2AI/AAAAAAAAASY/igSw35t0mCY/s320/DSC01781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388351702875887618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;The tower they climb during trainings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2i3zEtuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qkD79AOZrU8/s1600-h/DSC01634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2i3zEtuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qkD79AOZrU8/s320/DSC01634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972589754693346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;On our way to the Officers' Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2ibmwjQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SKYiWDb1pyE/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2ibmwjQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SKYiWDb1pyE/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2ibmwjQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SKYiWDb1pyE/s320/DSC01632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972582186847490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;In the Officers' Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2jnXRm-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/maHf4e4nTIE/s1600-h/DSC01636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2jnXRm-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/maHf4e4nTIE/s320/DSC01636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972602522999778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre371V_3DI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ao-gbxJ5JSU/s1600-h/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre371V_3DI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ao-gbxJ5JSU/s320/DSC01653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974118104226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre37H-GILI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ThTsrAJW3sU/s1600-h/DSC01652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre37H-GILI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ThTsrAJW3sU/s320/DSC01652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974105924378802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre36lnk9JI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9hDNaH7O7n4/s1600-h/DSC01651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre36lnk9JI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9hDNaH7O7n4/s320/DSC01651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974096703124626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;The potato chips =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre358m2iWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PG63h7mLAa4/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre358m2iWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PG63h7mLAa4/s320/DSC01646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974085694228834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Outside the Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre35Rdk-1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/UPu7kTzZqjY/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre35Rdk-1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/UPu7kTzZqjY/s320/DSC01645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974074112605010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dining Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2k-n2BEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yTblHOoNW_4/s1600-h/DSC01643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2k-n2BEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yTblHOoNW_4/s320/DSC01643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972625946379330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2kC7h3nI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dK-JctGTKyI/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre2kC7h3nI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dK-JctGTKyI/s320/DSC01642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972609922817650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;While waiting for the after-dinner program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre4iQq0qSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/g9TmWnceObk/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre4iQq0qSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/g9TmWnceObk/s320/DSC01657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974778274359586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Before leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre4i4a3mrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_8TyoH9_xwk/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sre4i4a3mrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/_8TyoH9_xwk/s320/DSC01659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383974788944861874" 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/1921229960111489815-5254849229589785539?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/5254849229589785539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=5254849229589785539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5254849229589785539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5254849229589785539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/09/social-night-d.html' title='Social Night =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SsdFUzbJ2AI/AAAAAAAAASY/igSw35t0mCY/s72-c/DSC01781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-3790554717996019862</id><published>2009-09-18T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:42:21.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet up with girl friends =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's our once a month meet up again. Met my 4 girl friends at Buddy Hoagies and I was late again. Pai seh. :p  As usual, our chit-chatting topic will always include relationship. There's quite major changes in two of their relationship status. Very surprising. But they seem to be very happy with the changes. Hope that they will enjoy their 'new' life and that all of us will be happy with what we have now. Friends Forever! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to Buddy Hoagies, I bumped into Hui Ping. It has been quite some time since we met. She was on her way to meet Wei Jie. He was having nights out and, most important point, his camp is so near!!! So jealous! How I wish Ben will be posted to artillery too. I wish... I wish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-3790554717996019862?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/3790554717996019862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=3790554717996019862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3790554717996019862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3790554717996019862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-up-with-girl-friends-d.html' title='Meet up with girl friends =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-504341516569045408</id><published>2009-08-11T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:44:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Yet Short Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Spent the long weekend with Ben. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;At Mount Faber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SoBWL6w2r5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/oZ_s_L8pEEk/s1600-h/DSC01265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SoBWL6w2r5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/oZ_s_L8pEEk/s320/DSC01265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368385518578347922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SoBW2dUN40I/AAAAAAAAAPI/kAoAamp66Eo/s1600-h/DSC01270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SoBW2dUN40I/AAAAAAAAAPI/kAoAamp66Eo/s320/DSC01270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368386249407980354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday, we went to explore Mount Faber and watched G.I.Joe. The climb up to the Mount Faber was not too difficult but was quite tiring to me after not exercising for so long. The view up there was not very spectacular, but was quite beautiful. Sentosa looked small up there. After that, we went to VivoCity and had Merlionster at Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. Guess the price... $32.90!!! Damn ex la. And seriously, other than the various chunks found in the ice cream, the ice cream itself was not very splendid. The taste and texture of Gelare and Swensens ice cream are much better. I guess that will the the first and last time patronising Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's together. Anyway, after that, Ben went home to 'show face' for awhile then we meet for G.I.Joe at Yishun GV. I would say that the show is worth watching for the fighting scenes and the special effects, I like it. Thought I would fall asleep during the movie as I was really tired after so much walking that day, but I was wide awake throughout the show. That proves that the movie was quite engaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was National Day. We were supposed to join in the service for the National Anthem and Pledge but... We were late! Late by more than half an hour, but luckily we weren't the only ones. But we ended up sitting in front. I don't like sitting in front cos I'm afraid to be noticed. Cos I think I'm the only one who don't join in the singing, raise my hands for prayers and say 'Amen' when we're prompted to. All in all, I'm the only non-Christian there. That day, the pastor talked about Overcomers. As usual, I didn't really understand what she was preaching. But I guess it's something to do with seeking peace after failures or setbacks so as to pick oneself up again... Something like that ba. Anyway, hope this week's service I won't be going alone. After service, we shopped at Yishun's NTUC for some tidbits for the movie then went for lunch at Northpoint's Food Mall. Went back home to rest awhile before the movie, Where Got Ghost. But we were extremely late, missed one third of the movie, didn't catch the first story. The movie wasn't scary at all to me. It's very comical though. Very Jack Neo style. Lots of dialects and the way they speak and act just made me laugh throughout the movie. It's worth watching for those who likes comedy but not for those who expects the movie to be scary. We wanted to go to Safra's gym after that but it was closed. Didn't know it closes so early. Ben was very disappointed. We went back to my house and Ben cooked potatoes for me again. I love the potatoes he makes even though it's damn fattening. Haha! =D While eating, we watched the Singapore Idol audition. We were wondering why those people who sings so badly and yet so proud of themselves dare to participate, we felt embarrassed for them. But there were some who could sing quite well. I won't be following the show throughout though, not an Idol fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11.30am on Monday. Was very tired after spending two long days out. But I really enjoyed myself very much and feel that we a fruitful time for the two days, although we didn't seem to have done a lot of things. Looking forward to spending more quality time together. Sent Ben to Boon Lay for his book in. Hope he would be able to have a longer book out time this weekend. =D&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/1921229960111489815-504341516569045408?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/504341516569045408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=504341516569045408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/504341516569045408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/504341516569045408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-yet-short-weekend.html' title='A Long Yet Short Weekend...'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SoBWL6w2r5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/oZ_s_L8pEEk/s72-c/DSC01265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-2033536679428856786</id><published>2009-08-06T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:31:48.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3D UP with Ming Yun =D</title><content type='html'>Went to watch the animated movie UP in 3D. The movie wasn't very fantastic but alright la. Have some comical scenes here and there.  But not really worth to watch in 3D, cos no special price leh. Anyway, here's a shot we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Snr1ZWTDN3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/YfcN7B1jI7M/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Snr1ZWTDN3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/YfcN7B1jI7M/s320/DSC01744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366871721796384626" 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/1921229960111489815-2033536679428856786?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/2033536679428856786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=2033536679428856786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2033536679428856786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2033536679428856786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/08/3d-up-with-ming-yun-d.html' title='3D UP with Ming Yun =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Snr1ZWTDN3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/YfcN7B1jI7M/s72-c/DSC01744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-969981765321022577</id><published>2009-08-04T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:10:51.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Bread</title><content type='html'>Another posts on Daily Bread which I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd August, Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2009/08/02/devotion.aspx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends listen to our heartaches without blaming us for having problems.&lt;br /&gt;They defend us when we’re under attack.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when we succeed and sad when we fail.&lt;br /&gt;They give us wise counsel to keep us from making foolish choices.&lt;br /&gt;They even risk making us angry for the sake of making us right.&lt;br /&gt;My friends have done all of this and more for me.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;True friends are like diamonds—precious and rare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd August, Being Glad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2009/08/03/devotion.aspx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thankfulness finds something good in every circumstance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-969981765321022577?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/969981765321022577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=969981765321022577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/969981765321022577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/969981765321022577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/08/daily-bread.html' title='Daily Bread'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-163989283663463382</id><published>2009-08-03T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:02:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was Nee Soon South CC's Annual Blood Donation Drive. Went with Ming Yun, who is always as enthu as me when it comes to donating blood. Haha! =D As I was at service in the morning so arranged to meet her at around 11.30am. Was quite shocked that there was so many people. Not because majority of them were Indians &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cos I kind of expected it as I went for last year's one too. It was co-organised by Indian radio station Oli 96.8FM)&lt;/span&gt;, there was really lots of people. So took up quite a long time to complete all the procedures. Finally it was our turn. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;One of the shots taken before our turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCPHgJMlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hWfcVTDpLok/s1600-h/IMG0014A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCPHgJMlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hWfcVTDpLok/s320/IMG0014A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759939770397266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm pumping out my blood. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;(MY's bloody photo is on her blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCPffCF8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/L4SsnIjHfq0/s1600-h/DSC01633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCPffCF8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/L4SsnIjHfq0/s320/DSC01633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759946208188354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Quite like MY's yellow smiley bandage =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCO4U2xjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GJzbZ5fvkFY/s1600-h/IMG0023A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCO4U2xjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GJzbZ5fvkFY/s320/IMG0023A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759935696520754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;The nurse asked me  if I wanted  the Pink or Green bandage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;but  I requested for my favourite colour, Purple. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCOuJcgXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LPXZR5VS6ks/s1600-h/IMG0022A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCOuJcgXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LPXZR5VS6ks/s320/IMG0022A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759932964307314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unwrapped the bandage. My small needle wound revealed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very puny, right? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCP4lZPuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gajwl4jhAQg/s1600-h/DSC01661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCP4lZPuI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gajwl4jhAQg/s320/DSC01661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759952945757922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually when it was nearing my turn to donate blood, I was quite scared. I was afraid that the nurse wasn't skilled enough to inject the needle into my arm painlessly. While waiting for our turn, we were observing how the nurses were serving the other donors and thought some weren't very caring. Apparently, we misjudged them. The large number of people awaiting to donate blood kept the nurses very busy, but they still try their best to be patient towards everyone. And the nurses who attended to me injected and ejected the needle on my arm without me feeling any pain. Believed that the nurses were facing a lot of pressure from the numerous donors waiting for their turn. Salute the nurses there for being able to maintain their calmness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had some refreshment. The refreshment was to my liking. Haha! =D They had packet milo and apple juice, oreo and the DEWBERRY biscuits!!! Just simply love the DEWBERRY biscuits, yum yum! =D And we got a goodie bag, in which there's a pen, Indian calendar and a car sticker. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Only the goodie bag itself and the pen are useful. Hehe. =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ming for accompanying me to the Blood Donation. Hope you had fun in one way or another. *Wink* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-163989283663463382?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/163989283663463382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=163989283663463382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/163989283663463382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/163989283663463382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/08/blood-donation-d.html' title='Blood Donation! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SncCPHgJMlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hWfcVTDpLok/s72-c/IMG0014A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-3389475560271856128</id><published>2009-07-31T02:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T03:24:15.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Met up with Ming Yun, Yi Siang and Clar on Wednesday night. Thought it's going to be a short catching up session but we went home only when it's near 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we were having some drinks at Bakerzin. YS shared with us her orientation experience and her 'ambition' to become a clubber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Haha! :p)&lt;/span&gt;, while Clar talked about 'him' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(If I were you I'd either wait or take the first step forward, won't let go. =D).&lt;/span&gt; When we were leaving, YS thought of playing bowling, so off we went to Safara. Clar didn't want to play at first as she didn't want to break her nails again, but she was persuaded to play in the end. Indeed, she broke her thumb nail again. Haha! =D Took some pictures there. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(In Facebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was quite late already after the game, so Clar wanted to go back home. Not wanting to end the night so 'early', we brought Bacardi and Balley's from YS home to Clar's kitchen. Yes, in the kitchen, so that we won't disturb her family. We played Big 2 and the forfeit for the loser of each round was to add more Bacardi to her own drink, while the winner get to dilute her own drink. I only lost for a few rounds but the small amount of additional Bacardi added made me feel really HOT. I could feel the heat and kept asking the girls if my face was really red. It was damn red but I was still sober. Some time later, I spotted a cockroach which crawled halfway into the cabinet, showing only the backside. Clar wanted someone to catch, but I was afraid of cockroaches too. Maybe the alcohol induced some courage in me, so I 'volunteered' to kill that pest. I took the insecticide and wanted to spray at it but nothing came out. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Haha! =D Didn't use enough strength.)&lt;/span&gt; After testing that the insecticide can still be used, I aimed at the cockroach at very close distance and sprayed at it. It landed on the floor and started struggling. Afraid that it might fly, I sprayed even more pesticide until it turned over. I guess it was the first time I really killed a cockroach. But I don't wish to have a second try. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, we drank until it's nearing 2am. The effect of the alcohol had diminished by then as I had drank up the green tea and A&amp;amp;W to dilute the alcohol in my stomach. I was expecting to have a good night rest after a few days of sleepless night but I couldn't get a proper sleep again. Next day, woke up feeling quite tired still and went to work. Thought I was bound to make mistake during work as I wasn't very alert then. Luckily, there wasn't many customers. Haha! =D Surprisingly, I knocked off on time without any mistakes. Good Thursday for me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-3389475560271856128?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/3389475560271856128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=3389475560271856128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3389475560271856128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3389475560271856128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-night-d.html' title='Girls Night =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-672928311864670432</id><published>2009-07-28T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:59:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value Of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps Daily Bread is a good way in bringing me closer to Christianity. But still, it will take quite some time before I can convince myself to convert.&lt;br /&gt;A meaningful phrase from today's daily bread:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A friend is the first person who comes in when the whole world has gone out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2009/07/28/devotion.aspx)&lt;/span&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/1921229960111489815-672928311864670432?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/672928311864670432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=672928311864670432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/672928311864670432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/672928311864670432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/07/value-of-friends.html' title='The Value Of Friends'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-3171165940386202963</id><published>2009-07-28T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:52:01.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss working in Castle Green, the cosy environment and easy going colleagues. Went back there last Tuesday to visit them. Guess what? Ray and Daniel are resigning! This week's the last for Ray and Daniel just tendered. So Siti is the last lady standing. She has been complaining to me how much work Ray is leaving to her. Poor Siti, and I guess there's still no news of a new CM. It's going to be tough for her, but I believe she's able to handle it well. Though she may complain, she has the drive to do her job well. And congrats to her, her efforts are being paid off, she got a pay rise upon confirmation. Believe that she'll have a good future with ECC. That's the good thing about small company, employees effort will not go unrecognised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my visit, as expected, everyone thought I was going back. I'm glad I was being missed. Of course la, I'm too kind and helpful le. Haha! =D Siti and Ray definitely miss me a lot. The new AA is not very pro-active at work. I'm not being proud, but I believe I'm better than her, at least attitude wise. And she's pregnant and going for maternity leave a few months later. Siti will complain more often then. Hopefully there'll be a temp AA to replace her during that period. Anyway, can tell that the relationship between Susan and Ray has soured. Too bad for them, hope that the new CM can handle Susan. Guess Susan missed me the most, cos I was the only one who was willing to help her when I was still there then. She and her guards kept asking me to go back. But too bad, there's no part time, if not I would consider going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit made me realise that I do leave impact on people, good ones. The help I render to people are being appreciated. Even if my help isn't appreciated or taken for granted, it's still worth it. It's better than doing nothing when you think that you can do something to help.&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/1921229960111489815-3171165940386202963?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/3171165940386202963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=3171165940386202963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3171165940386202963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3171165940386202963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/07/castle-green.html' title='Castle Green'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-1689061553756327240</id><published>2009-07-27T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:24:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past few weeks, other than meeting up some friends, I have been working only. What I'm trying to say is that I'm still not studying!!! Actually, I'm tired of studying le. Feel like just officially stepping into the working society and take a PT degree. Looks like I'm a long way from achieving my goal to attain a Business Degree. Where have all my drive in pursuing my goal gone to? I don't know either. Perhaps I'm just tired and afraid to face failure once again, or have I got used to it already? I wonder... Maybe everyone will come by this stage, when you start feeling that everything you're doing now won't bring you anywhere and you just don't have the motivation pursue what you want. At my age, I should be enjoying my life and having all the drive to pursue my dreams, but I can't really feel the strength I used to have. I just feel like apologising in advanced to those who have been encouraging me. Don't have too high hopes for me. But don't worry about me, I will still pursue my goal, though I might be choosing a more strenuous route. Though I may feel down, but I'm still very optimistic about my future. I may be taking very slow steps now, but at least I'm still moving. I will not stop, even when I feel that I've lost my way. Cos I believe it's the only way to find the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are lost, you're not alone, I'm feeling lost too, but we mustn't stop moving, mustn't feel hopeless, cos there's always a path out somewhere. So, to all, let's work hard together and live with no regrets! =D&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/1921229960111489815-1689061553756327240?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/1689061553756327240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=1689061553756327240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1689061553756327240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1689061553756327240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-3456515041158623546</id><published>2009-07-17T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:36:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Monthly Meet Up - 5 Of Us Only =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last time we met, we had decided on our monthly meet up. It'll be on the 15th of every month. So Wednesday was our first monthly monthly meet up. Had dinner at Xin Wang Cafe. We had a fun time catching up with one another and a little heart-to-heart talk. Now, 5 of us are gradually embarking on our different paths towards our different goals. But no matter what, we still try our best to maintain our friendship and make it a lifelong one. I'm very fortunate to have made this group of best friends whom I could talk to without much reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life may not be smooth sailing, but I'm really blest to have a handful of good friends around me who will always be there for me when I need them.  Thanks, all my good friends! You all have painted my originally dull life with wonderful colours. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-3456515041158623546?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/3456515041158623546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=3456515041158623546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3456515041158623546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/3456515041158623546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-first-monthly-meet-up-5-of-us-only.html' title='Our First Monthly Meet Up - 5 Of Us Only =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-6860023705184860699</id><published>2009-07-17T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:39:21.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben &amp; I &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday was Ben's book-out day but he couldn't confirm the time so headed down to West Mall to look for Ming Yun. Bought a box of veggie rice cake at her shop. It's quite sweet but very nice. (Ming, when there's offer must tell me leh. =D) Had lunch with her at Subway. After that, went to library with MY to return her books and strolled inside for awhile. Went back to the shop and lazed around while MY proceed with her work. Finally, after waiting for a couple of hours and trying to contact Ben, he called at 5pm to tell me that he was booking out. Say 'Bye, Bye!' to MY and headed down to Boon Lay to meet my boy. Wanted to watch Transformer at Jurong Point but there wasn't any good seats there. Headed down to Causeway Point to watched the movie instead. The movie was awesome. Some funny scenes here and there coupled by excitement and splendid robots fighting scenes. Worth the money and time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, went to service with Ben. Finally, I didn't feel so out of space after going to the church alone for the past 2 weeks. But didn't regret going alone for the services as during the last session, the Church invited a very aspiring and inspiring pastor from oversees. If he tried to evangelize me, he would definitely succeed. But too bad, it's not the case. Though I go for service, I'm not a Christian yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben set off for his camp at around 6pm on Sun. Might not be able to see him this week. Not feeling too sad cos I'm mentally prepared already. Most people feel that NS would make a couple drift apart but we feel that it's bringing us even more closer to each other. The physical distance didn't hinder our feelings for each other, instead it's tying our hearts closer together. The limited and unpredictable times that we are able to spend together make us realise how much we need each other. When he gives, I'll take then give him more, he then take and give me even more, I take and give him much more... Other than our faithfulness to each other, the key factor in maintaining this relationship is that we do not take each other for granted. I'm very fortunate to have found such a sweet and stable guy like him. He has replaced the ideal partner image that I had before. To all who have a partner, wish you all have a blissful and everlasting relationship. To all who have yet to find a partner, may you all soon find your soul mate and enjoy happiness that you all have never had felt before. =D&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/1921229960111489815-6860023705184860699?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/6860023705184860699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=6860023705184860699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6860023705184860699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6860023705184860699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/07/ben-i-3.html' title='Ben &amp; I &lt;3'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-837459629917742687</id><published>2009-07-16T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:02:07.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My training ended last Friday. Was told to go back to branch on sat but was informed at the very last minute that I did not have to go back. Had just boarded the train at Khatib then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned super lot from the training. Damn intensive. I must admit the training was quite dry though there's quite alot of hands-on sessions. Luckily we had quite a couple of breaks in between. Cliqued off quite well with the other 4 CSAs (Customer Service Assistant a.k.a teller). One was a very quiet guy who had ORD recently and had worked as a swimming pool lifeguard before. One of them has an exceptionally infectious laughter. Whenever she started laughing, we wouldn't be able to suppress our laughter.  She's a very humorous lady. The other lady is currently studying in NAFA, final year. She was originally studying some business related course, changed to Arts then now chose to work in the bank. She's a funny lady too, like to laugh. Another lady was also quite young and had married her husband at the age of 21. They have 2 kids now, one boy one girl. So envious. Got married and had children at such a young age. Anyway, was really glad to know them. Missed the times when we had lots of laughter hanging around with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my branch on Monday. Started my own counter on Tuesday with a mentor beside guiding me. Tomorrow will be the last day that I'll be mentored. Very nervous cos still not steady yet. But time really passed very fast when I started my own counter. Lots of procedures to follow and some complicated stuff here and there. Hope I'll get used to it soon. =D&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/1921229960111489815-837459629917742687?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/837459629917742687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=837459629917742687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/837459629917742687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/837459629917742687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/07/work_16.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-6973413170157256944</id><published>2009-06-23T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:19:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Orientation =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, orientation is as boring as ever. But the orientation indeed make me look very forward to working for UOB. They have 4 core values: Teamwork, Trust and Respect, Integrity, Performance Excellence. The one which have the most impact on me is the way the company work towards providing quality service and going the very extra mile for their customer. This has always been my principle when working in the service sector. But my previous jobs tends to discourage employees to go the extra mile for our customers. My extra mile really mean the very extra mile. I was impressed by how the UOB staffs really achieve it. One example they gave was about this Singaporean guy who lost his bag containing his wallet, including some credit cards, in some country. He managed to get hold of UOB customer service hotline. He called and managed to deactivate his UOB credit card. That's the usual service any service provider would provide. But that's not all, the call centre customer service personnel actually helped him to look up the hotlines for the other banks. On top of that, she actually made a conference call to the ICA so that the man could report the loss of his IC. Wow! This is the kind of customer service which anyone would love to receive and that's what I'm working towards to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orientation also created a very good first impression for me. I feel the warm welcome that the company is trying to show to us, the new employees. From the activities and events that the company held before, I can see that the staffs really bond together and work towards the well being of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also an eyeopener to me; meeting, or rather, observing people from different sectors of the bank. They are also new employees but have worked for other banks before. Most are uni graduate holding the post of PBA, which I guess is some sales related sector. I was the only PT Clerk there I guess, so I'm the lowest rank there and probably the only with A level cert only. I'm not saying that I was being looked down on, but I feel very small there, I believe I'm the youngest there too. But it was really a good exposure for me. The intellectual skills they possess are really very impressive. We had this small activity to make something using the limited resources given which symbolises the 4 core values. The final products were, totally, completely, without any doubts, unimpressive at all. But the way they present their products really make their products stand out. I was really marveled by their presentation skills and how immediate they can think on their feet. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure about the training programme that I'll be going through for the rest of the week but hopefully it'll be a fruitful week for me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my boy will be confined for 3 weeks. THREE WEEKS!!! Hope I won't be too love sick.&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/1921229960111489815-6973413170157256944?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/6973413170157256944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=6973413170157256944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6973413170157256944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6973413170157256944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-orientation-d.html' title='First Day of Orientation =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-7479181759901059745</id><published>2009-06-19T11:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:35:21.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our KL Trip! =D</title><content type='html'>Ben and I went for our planned KL trip from 16th to 18th June during his block leave. It's definitely a memorable trip for us and we really enjoyed our "honeymoon". =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Day:&lt;br /&gt;We took the First Coach at 7.45am. Two way trip cost S$55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;One of the shots taken on the bus =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDxXM04r5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IzWCxSeGRy4/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDxXM04r5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IzWCxSeGRy4/s320/DSC00410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541738198478738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We reached our hotel, Holliday Villas Subang, at around 2pm plus. Siva had helped us to make a reservation but it still took quite some time for the hotel personnels to process our room. Siva made a reservation for the deluxe double room but when we reached there, they told us that all the deluxe room were occupied, only the standard rooms are available but they're the same price. Not wanting to stir up any troubles for the first day, we took the standard room. RM280/night with complimentary breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I liked the view from our room =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsNPb12R6I/AAAAAAAAALo/MgbyEbwTFnQ/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsNPb12R6I/AAAAAAAAALo/MgbyEbwTFnQ/s320/DSC00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348883541255407522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snap snap =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDxXbCyloI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uvOPoe7Uh2U/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDxXbCyloI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uvOPoe7Uh2U/s320/DSC00435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541742014895746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben trying to act cool! Haha! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDxX11uORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/khl0x201gio/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDxX11uORI/AAAAAAAAAMg/khl0x201gio/s320/DSC00439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541749207841042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rested in our room until 5pm plus. We missed the shuttle service so we took the transport offered by the hotel for RM 15 to Sunway Pyramid. Along the way, we asked the driver where to look for vegetarian food. He was very friendly and shared with us that some non-vege restaurants do sell  vege food but we have to be mindful if they use separate pots and pans for the vege food. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to try any of the vege place he had recommended. When we reached our destination, Ben tipped the driver RM5. It was the first time I was exposed to the tipping culture. We were really hungry so we approached the customer service at the Sunway Pyramid to ask for directions of vege eating place. I think the person who attended to us was the manager. He is a trans, I think. He had make-up, girlish hairstyle and had nail polish. While he was directing us to the vege place, I feel that he keeps staring at my top. Felt quite uncomfortable, but can't deny he's really helpful and kind to tell us where the vege place is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Forgotten what is this called, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;it's a really huge sculpture outside Sunway Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsNPKmN1jI/AAAAAAAAALg/MWO0kNP_K5w/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsNPKmN1jI/AAAAAAAAALg/MWO0kNP_K5w/s320/DSC00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348883536626439730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Entrance of Sunway Pyramid (Taken after or Lagoon Trip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsNOwLZw-I/AAAAAAAAALY/gcusP_jFX5Y/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsNOwLZw-I/AAAAAAAAALY/gcusP_jFX5Y/s320/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348883529534653410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food there was AWESOME! Think it's called Evergreen or something like that. We ordered their Homemade style noodles, BBQ Braised Ribs, Sambal Kang Kong and Salad Tofu with Ham. Damn nice, even Ben the ultimate meat eater praise their food. It's definitely better tasting and worthy than restaurant food. Our meal there cost RM44 but the serving was in fact too much for us. We were extremely bloated after the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, we walked around Sunway Pyramid. Didn't really have the mood to shop around there cos it was too big for me. So we went to some toy shops looking at the robots figurines. Spot this small arcade at near the ice rink area so played some kiddy games there. Had a really fun time there. =D Before we left, we went to the Giant there to shop for some tidbits and went to J.Co to purchase some donuts. Ben liked the durian donut, it doesn't suit my taste though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day:&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at around 9am and had the complimentary breakfast buffet at the hotel. They didn't really prepare vegetarian food so all I could eat was their bread and egg. The variety of bread they had was enough to satisfy my appetite. It was interesting to see that they had an egg counter where there's a chef stationed there to prepare the different types of eggs the customers ordered. They had omelette, sunny side up, poach egg(egg w/o yolk), hard boiled and soft boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rested awhile before catching the shuttle service to Sunway Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunway Lagoon Map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsL1Ufp_WI/AAAAAAAAALA/8MD6f7VhD5o/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsL1Ufp_WI/AAAAAAAAALA/8MD6f7VhD5o/s320/DSC00440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348881993095052642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sad to say, the rides there were not extremely exciting but exciting enough to make us scream like mad. Regret not buying the candid shot taken when we took the roller coaster ride, our facial expressions were so natural. What a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The roller coaster track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsL1t8FMaI/AAAAAAAAALI/_etTEUjh25g/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsL1t8FMaI/AAAAAAAAALI/_etTEUjh25g/s320/DSC00450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348881999925162402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, their water theme park was not too bad. Strangely, we enjoyed being splashed by the water that poured down at the wave pool rather then the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our last ride: Mini Ferris Wheel =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsL1Ufp_WI/AAAAAAAAALA/8MD6f7VhD5o/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsNOmstpNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-hTysV4JM00/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjsNOmstpNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-hTysV4JM00/s320/DSC00451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348883526990013650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left the theme park at around 5pm and head down to Petaling Street. Was rather tired to shop cos the cab journey was quite long, around 45 mins. The street is like Bugis Street but they have more variety of goods, to be specific water goods. Was hoping to look for some local tidbits there to bring back to sg but there wasn't any so we decided to explore our way to the KL Tower. After very much efforts, we found our way by foot there. When we reached there, I was shocked by the price we had to pay to go up the Tower. Was RM38 per pax, if I remembered correctly.  In the end, we changed our plan, we decided to cab down to the nearby Petronas Tower. Maybe we were really unlucky, when we reached there, we found out that the visiting hours to the Petronas Tower was from 7.30am to 7.30pm, but the tickets would usually be "sold out" by morning. The tickets are free actually. The tower was very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at a food court at the KLCC shopping centre. They didn't have vegetarian eating places there so we made do with some waffles and tasty brownies.  After that, we went to check out the movie times and decided to catch The Night At the Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, it was already midnight. We caught a cab. Without negotiating, the driver agreed to use the meter to calculate the cost of our trip. But we sense something fishy, the meter was running so damn fast. When we reached our hotel, the reading was RM155. RM155!!! Ridiculous! For a 45mins ride it cost around S$75?!! We didn't have enough cash so I went up to our hotel room to get more cash while Ben stayed in the cab. Of cos we would not pay that sum. I called for the Bell Boy's help. When I came down and approached the cab with the Bell Boy, Ben told us that the driver wanted us to pay RM230 as there was a 50% midnight charge. Bullshit man! No wonder he asked where we were from cos sg has midnight charge. I understood from the Beel Boy that they actually only charge RM50 for a trip from the hotel to KLCC. Damn him man! Had a tough time negotiating with that driver and finally made him settle with RM100. Yes, we were still being conned. It's a good lesson for us. We'll do more homework before traveling around by cab if we go to m'sia again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day, Last day:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast in the hotel again. Requested for omelette with lots of mushrooms. =D Was still feeling very tired cos we reached our hotel at on 2am the previous night. So after our meal, we went back to our room to rest for awhile before packing our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Check out our room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our King Size Bed. Beside, there is a spacious area, believe it's for prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Can actually fit another king size bed withing the space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkD0O68h8rI/AAAAAAAAANY/wj3qIc_qtwI/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkD0O68h8rI/AAAAAAAAANY/wj3qIc_qtwI/s320/DSC00478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350544894494634674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our TV. Don't really have any nice channels to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDy7R25Q9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/OV25pxbbSSc/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDy7R25Q9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/OV25pxbbSSc/s320/DSC00468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543457536000978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The so called mini bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDy7s2HQgI/AAAAAAAAANA/bwh7-KrSN-Q/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDy7s2HQgI/AAAAAAAAANA/bwh7-KrSN-Q/s320/DSC00470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543464780481026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our  big wardrobe!  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDy8HNuMaI/AAAAAAAAANI/MbQg_eorfgY/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDy8HNuMaI/AAAAAAAAANI/MbQg_eorfgY/s320/DSC00474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543471858823586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The  small  safe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkD0OkLsh-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/y_c_xWpdqrI/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkD0OkLsh-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/y_c_xWpdqrI/s320/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350544888384227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After packing our stuff, it was time for some snapshots again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Shot! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDxYCv47AI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-dp_PXRwuxk/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDxYCv47AI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-dp_PXRwuxk/s320/DSC00458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541752673037314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Honeymoon Shot &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDy7GORgVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3ZAod9SCqeQ/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDy7GORgVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3ZAod9SCqeQ/s320/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543454412833106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our coach, we wanted to walk to the lake but didn't have enough time. But at least we managed to take a shot by the lake at the  swimming pool area.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkD0PeDjAFI/AAAAAAAAANg/_-F3gv36aGc/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkD0PeDjAFI/AAAAAAAAANg/_-F3gv36aGc/s320/DSC00479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350544903919304786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We reached back sg at around 8pm plus and cab back home. I miss our "honeymoon" trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-7479181759901059745?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/7479181759901059745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=7479181759901059745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7479181759901059745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7479181759901059745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-kl-trip-d.html' title='Our KL Trip! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SkDxXM04r5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IzWCxSeGRy4/s72-c/DSC00410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-9151045216268008051</id><published>2009-06-15T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:24:02.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip tmr! =D</title><content type='html'>Setting off to KL tmr at 7.45am, coming back on Thursday afternoon. Done some  research le. Hope I have sufficient knowledge to not get lost in KL. Anyway, thanks to Hui Yin, we got back up hotline. If really get lost, can contact her friend, Siva for help. Owe him a meal, man. CF is bringing a luggage not for our clothes and necessities, but for tidbits!!! We're going to grow really fat man! Haha! =D Hope the trip will be a safe and smooth one. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-9151045216268008051?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/9151045216268008051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=9151045216268008051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/9151045216268008051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/9151045216268008051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/06/kl-trip-tmr-d.html' title='KL trip tmr! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-1738117839768705303</id><published>2009-06-15T10:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:10:18.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>201'08 Class BBQ on 13th June '09 =D</title><content type='html'>Big thanks to all who had turned up! Was really afraid that the BBQ would be dampened by the ominous clouds, but we were really lucky cos eventually, it did not rain. Yeah! Our BBQ could go on smoothly! =D Enjoyed myself really much, catching up with the girls. All are doing well. =D Glad to see that the guys were enjoying themselves, sharing their NS experience with each other. =D It's really entertaining to see a group of botak guys gathering together. Haha! =D Some couldn't make it for the gathering but believe they're doing well too. The girls will be going to Uni soon, the guys will be tied down by NS, so looks like the next gathering will not be so soon. Maybe end of the year? Hope by then, all will be able to turn up! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pictures taken that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Makaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYaeVA9FvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/K5YS5ocq6_A/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYaeVA9FvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/K5YS5ocq6_A/s320/DSC00397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347490715888588530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYaeOPCJvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KvnnYuF6wwY/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYaeOPCJvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KvnnYuF6wwY/s320/DSC00396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347490714068592370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our messy, dirty table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYbdIc5v6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/di-ERdBrizY/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYbdIc5v6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/di-ERdBrizY/s320/DSC00403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347491794847907746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Working out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYbcZP9uZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S_zAhmZWY8Q/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYbcZP9uZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S_zAhmZWY8Q/s320/DSC00400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347491782177175954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYbcvrhVmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JVS3ZbFdvWw/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYbcvrhVmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JVS3ZbFdvWw/s320/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347491788198336098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYafH7lqrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SxWj3Z1phR4/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYafH7lqrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SxWj3Z1phR4/s320/DSC00399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347490729556290226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYaemROfyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/i6U6ZSNqpmk/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYaemROfyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/i6U6ZSNqpmk/s320/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347490720520240930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYdOj0yHmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/edR8I4fbeJY/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYdOj0yHmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/edR8I4fbeJY/s320/DSC00408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347493743521046114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYdN42nFuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/w4vwDcMvbQE/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYdN42nFuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/w4vwDcMvbQE/s320/DSC00406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347493731985987298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYdOX5VVEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zuFvhhXYmEk/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYdOX5VVEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zuFvhhXYmEk/s320/DSC00407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347493740318905410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYbdf6gtDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6eejqK6LLxw/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYbdf6gtDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6eejqK6LLxw/s320/DSC00404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347491801146111026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYdNiX-IBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-hAW9GDOV8k/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYdNiX-IBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-hAW9GDOV8k/s320/DSC00405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347493725951893522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-1738117839768705303?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/1738117839768705303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=1738117839768705303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1738117839768705303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1738117839768705303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/06/20108-class-bbq-on-13th-june-09-d.html' title='201&apos;08 Class BBQ on 13th June &apos;09 =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SjYaeVA9FvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/K5YS5ocq6_A/s72-c/DSC00397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-727380509729278678</id><published>2009-05-27T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:52:12.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so stressed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Council Meeting is coming. On 30th May. Arghh!!! Damn stressed up. So many things to tabulate. I'm damn underpaid!!! Haven't started my revision!  I don't want to let history repeat itself. Extremely stressed up now not just because of the tons of yet to be completed work, but about the bank job which I was recently offered. UOB called on Mon to say that I'm selected for the position of PT Customer Service. Was damn delighted then, but as I calmed down, I began to feel worried. I've put in all my time and efforts to adapt to the working environment at Castle Green and have finally got used to my job. I would have to start afresh if I go to UOB. Even though it's stressful working in Castle Green, I quite like the small and cosy office we have. My manager may be irritating most of the time, but my other 2 colleagues are fine. I've fixed an appointment with UOB this Friday. I already have my mind set on UOB cos it's my 'dream' to work in a bank and they're offering me $8/hr and $10/hr upon confirmation. However, I would have to look through the contract first before making my final decision. My worry now is that if I really plan to leave Castle Green for UOB, it will leave a bad impression to the residents in Castle Green. If possible, I'd request UOB to postpone my date of appointment from 15June till  30June instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lucky to have been offered 3 contracts in these few months when the economy isn't performing so well. Yet, I'm feeling so stressed and was in a dilemma when I was offered a better paying job. Perhaps, I'm too emotional. Despite having to handle those unreasonable residents and not being paid for OT, I'm still thinking of staying. Besides the fact that I 'asked' for my current job, the handful of compliments which I've received from some residents are the reasons for me to be holding back my decision. But, like what others had told me, I'd go for UOB if the contract is reasonable as I'd have more time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work aside, our friendship had begun to turn rocky after the incident. Too stubborn, too blinded, too much misunderstandings, too little faith, but I hope our friendship will be strong enough to overcome all these. Don't give up this friendship so easily, let us have some time to calm down to sort out our thoughts. Everybody is right and wrong in the way we have reacted to the incident. Let's give each other some time. Don't let go so easily, k? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st Anniversary is coming soon. Ben has been smsing me everyday, slowly listing out the significant things I've done for him. Didn't expect him to be so sweet and romantic, right? Haha! =D I'm the boring one in this relationship. Really fortunate to have found him as my partner. He's just too loving and caring that sometimes it feels like I'm living in a fairytale. Yes, he's just too good to be true. Even though my life have been in quite a state of confusion, I'm lucky to have him to support me. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not forgetting my close friends. The goal you all have in life have always been my source of motivation to carry on working towards my goal despite setbacks. Jia you, everyone and continue to strive for the best! =D   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-727380509729278678?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/727380509729278678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=727380509729278678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/727380509729278678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/727380509729278678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-stressed.html' title='I&apos;m so stressed!!!'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-1465511446001664014</id><published>2009-05-03T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:04:03.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints, complaintsss and more complaintssss... :@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday was the first day of official work. It was Saturday so there were damn lot of residents coming in to our Management Office. I was fine with doing the bookings until one came in to book a function room. Damn that Ray, said until so happily and logically that I need not issue them receipt. Was doubting him for the whole day until the end of the day then I remembered vividly that I need to issue the receipt!!! Screwed up! :@ Wasn't quite use to the management's procedure. Was stunned when a resident came in to apply for an authorisation letter for temporary carparking. Ray was attending a meeting with the council so being the front desk personnel, I had to attend to it though Ray was the one in charge of that. But thank goodness he wasn't there, if not, the residents will definitely create a din cos he won't simply just grant them the letter. I'm just a small AA there, so I just looked for the softcopy of the letter from his computer, and approved all the letters. Haha! =D Don't care, if I get into any trouble I can just simply quit. I say until so carefreely cos a resident actually offered an AA position at Ubi area, but the pay damn high, $1.8k onwards. So tempting. $$$ But can't just leave the company like that and let poor Siti suffer alone. =D&lt;br /&gt;Actually the most angry part wasn't cos by Ray, but it was the residents there. They think that they have the right to tell off any staff in the management cos they pay the maintenance fund.  Only one praised Siti and I for our efficiency. We were there officially working for only the first day of course we need some time to follow up with matters left by the previous management. If you all don't even have the basic trust for the management then there's no point having a managing agent there. If you all think that we are not efficient, then try to join the management. We can't attend to every of your single needs at one shot. Please stop being so sucked up just because you all are rich enough to pay the management fund. By the way, less than half of the funds contributes to our salaries, mostly are funds for your condo. Lastly, we are human beings just like you all, we have dignity, we are not your slaves, so please show some respect to us.&lt;br /&gt;Only the first day yet I already feel like resigning. This is the only job which makes me feel this way. If not for Siti, who prove to be up for the job, I'd have resigned and told off those disrespectful residents. The first day of work really made me feel like cursing and swearing, in other words, using vulgarities, and resorting to violence. But of course, I wouldn't cos I'm a  cultured person. Hehe. =D Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day and that this blog will not become one which only tells about my unhappiness at work. =D&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/1921229960111489815-1465511446001664014?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/1465511446001664014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=1465511446001664014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1465511446001664014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/1465511446001664014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/05/complaints-complaintsss-and-more.html' title='Complaints, complaintsss and more complaintssss... :@'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-9020596780515588385</id><published>2009-05-03T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:27:48.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Birthday! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday was Ben's birthday. He got to book out that day cos next day was Labour Day. =D Wanted to fetch him but got caught up at work. Thursday was also the last day for my company to take over the previous company. Our manager, Ray, practically did nothing for the first half of the day, except just walking around the condo looking for mosquito breeding spots. Yes, just MOSQUITO BREEDING SPOTS!!! Obviously, he didn't know what's first thing first. By the way, he had not even took over whatever he needed to when Siti and I were almost done with our take over. When he was browsing through the handing/taking over lists, he wanted to look through every single details. Come on, Siti and I had already detailedly checked the lists. If he wanted to check everything again, we might as well leave everything to him. Waste time sia. Luckily the other manager finally convinced him that he need not be so thorough in the checking cos we had already done the checking. Everybody were cursing and swearing at him. When he had finished the checking, it was already 7PM+++!!!  Then, Ben was about to reach Pasir Ris Interchange. So missed the chance to fetch him.&lt;br /&gt;We met up later to celebrate his birthday. Finally, he's as old as me. Hehe. =D Didn't have the time to make anything for him. Wanted to make a card and a cake, but thanks to Ray, I had to resort to store bought cake. :@ Luckily I had some time to shop for the cake and think of how I could make the cake more special. Quite satisfied with the final product. =D Sang a birthday song for him and passed him the present after eating the cake. He didn't expect what I gave him. Hehe. =D It's a letter opener which looks like, or practically is, a dagger. It's actually a mimic of the weapon from the movie, Blade. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes, Hui Yin, it's the one I bought when we went to exchange the helicopter. =D)&lt;/span&gt; Though the celebration was quite screwed up cos I failed to fetch him, make him a cake and card, it was a happy one. At least got to celebrate his birthday together for the first time, after missing the chance to last year.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some pictures taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decorated the cake with the 3 strawberries, "P &lt;3 G" not "PIG". =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sf2mUMQRibI/AAAAAAAAAII/PcYfVNJBXhg/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sf2mUMQRibI/AAAAAAAAAII/PcYfVNJBXhg/s320/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600399693613490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Finally, 19! Yeah!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sf2mUeMnKXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UdUKlywmGs8/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sf2mUeMnKXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UdUKlywmGs8/s320/DSC00289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600404510091634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;He's making his birthday wish, not praying. Hehe. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sf2mUl708QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cEigWUgIkjE/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sf2mUl708QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cEigWUgIkjE/s320/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600406587175170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shaky shot together with the specially decorated cake. Hehe. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sf2mU1QFT2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K2g8qhrW7dY/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sf2mU1QFT2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K2g8qhrW7dY/s320/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600410698665826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-9020596780515588385?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/9020596780515588385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=9020596780515588385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/9020596780515588385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/9020596780515588385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/05/bens-birthday-d.html' title='Ben&apos;s Birthday! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/Sf2mUMQRibI/AAAAAAAAAII/PcYfVNJBXhg/s72-c/DSC00288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-8559307266503671660</id><published>2009-04-25T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:04:01.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Started work on 20th instead of 22nd cos the Property Manager(PM) wanted me to go to one of the sites for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th April, Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the HQ for a meeting which lasted 3hrs. Damn long sia. Didn't doze off though, heng arh. But the meeting was quite useful. Got a better picture of what Condo Management is about. After that, lunched with colleagues at Maxwell Hawker then came back for a briefing by the HR personnel. Then, head down to Spring Grove to observe how they manage the site. Learned for the Admin Assistant (AA), Lina, some responsibilities of an AA. Learnt more about my job scope. But there's nothing much to do and learn there, except the basic stuff, so awhile later, we were beginning to stone. After 2hrs of stoning, I can't tahan anymore so I asked my colleague, the Property Officer (PO), Siti, if she wanted to leave. So, off we went. =D&lt;br /&gt;That condo was located at quite a ulu place. Had to take a 10mins walk to the bus stop. One of the buses stops near Bugis Street so popped by there and bought a Bermudas for my didi and a cardigan for myself. =D  Arranged with Hui Ping to meet her after her work. So met her at Marina station. Wanted to get the pair of shoes I saw at AMK Hub's Mondo so Hui Ping accompanied me there. So nice of her. But I'm helping her in some way to... To help her pass her time faster without Wei Jie's company. In that sense, I became his substitute? Hui Ping confirm disagree one, right? Cos in her heart, Wei Jie is not replaceable. Hehe. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st May, Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Reported to Spring Grove again cos the PM arranged us to be stationed there for the 2 days. Nothing to do again. Our Condo Manager (CM), Ray, kept briefing us, telling us what we should look out for and sharing with us his experience. He seemed to be a very experience CM and kept giving us advice. Some of which I think I should heed, for the others, I think I should keep to my own method. Met Hui Ping again. She's planning to quit next month to have sufficient time to spend for herself before entering Uni. She's missing his Wei Jie as much as I miss my Ben. But we're going to see our boys these Sunday. =D But mine booking in again the same day. Suey arh, kena guard duty. Haven't seen and talked to him for nearly a week due to the field camp, then now can only see him for one day. Quite suey during the camp too. Curse and swear at the sergeants and officers who kept targeting him just because of that stupid lunch incident. You all are NS men not boys, how can you all childishly push all the blame to him. He's not the one who was being helicoptered back to mainland. Being too helpful and obedient in the camp is a crime. Hui Ping get to spend quite some time with Wei Jie when he book out. Must tell him to advise him to not be too helpful during the field camp and must eat every meals they give. Hope they'll enjoy themselves in the short span of time they could spend with each other. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd-25th May, Wednesday-Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Finally reported to our site, Castle Green. Didn't have a good impression of the current Managing Agent(MA) which we're going to take over. The PO and AA was quite cold to us at first. So the CM arranged us to use the Function Room for our discussion. Again, for most of the time, we were slacking in the room and Ray would most of the time start to share his experience and advices. We very much wanted to find something to do but the current MA wasn't ready to handover. Slacked for another 2 days. Very difficult to pass time. Nothing to do at all. Then, Ray kept on talking and talking. The first 2 days was alright. But consecutively for 4 days, it becomes a nag.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on Friday, we started packing the old files. They were in a big mess. And Ray wants us to keep all the documents. Tons of documents left to be arranged. Headache. Think when actual take over the week after next, Siti won't have much time to take her puffs. But she may have a hard time being Ray's right hand. Haha! =D Warned her not to run away too soon, if not I'll be dead meat. Today, packed the room with Siti and Daniel, our Maintenance Officer (MO).  Initially, Ray was packing with Daniel, then he left for the office. Poor Daniel packed the room himself until Siti and I went over to render our help.&lt;br /&gt;Ray may be more experience than us but he should be a role model himself, not by mouth only. He kept talking like he knows a lot and will be a very good CM. But since Friday when we started packing the old files, I slowly came to realise that he talks more than he works. Hope it's not the case when it comes to our actual day of handover. If I could work there for 6 months, I think it can be considered a miracle, though I was planning to stay for 1 year. Keeping my fingers cross. Hope everything will go well at work. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is related to real estate. Seems quite interesting. In this field, there's the management of industrial and commercial buildings, town councils, schools, condos, etc. The job of the MA is to basically manage the building or estate. It will be responsible for the maintenance, water tanks, painting of building, pest control, etc and facilitation, security, booking of rooms, handle complaints etc. Next time can share these with Maria if she happens to enter real estate. The PM share with us that this line is evergreen cos they're always looking for people. So it's not a bad choice. But still more interested in Business or Math. Hehe. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-8559307266503671660?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/8559307266503671660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=8559307266503671660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8559307266503671660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/8559307266503671660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/04/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-2912499825305576390</id><published>2009-04-14T14:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:24:40.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YS' Birthday Celebration =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thought Yi Siang would be working so planned earlier to eat somewhere nearer to her workplace. But had a change of plan since she decided to take leave yesterday. Was quite last minute so couldn't think of where to eat. The girls didn't want me to eat desserts only so was searching for vegetarian eating places, but apparently there are no reputable ones in Yishun area. Finally, Ming Yun called and gave an excellent suggestion, to have steamboat at her house. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(But I think the ultimate reason was to have mahjong session there, right Ming? Haha! =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But she got caught up at work so changed to my house instead. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pai seh to make you rush, Ming, luckily you didn't cab down. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Met Ying Yan first to buy the food, while Clar and Yi Siang shopped for her cake at Bakerzin. We spent $20 on the steamboat food, quite cheap and made us quite full. Bet the girls loved my BBQ mushrooms. It's my FAVOURITE! Yummilicious! =D After some chatting sessions, YS was craving for her cake so sang her a birthday song and tucked in on the cake. The cake tasted nice, I love the cream, though it's fattening. After that, resumed to our girls talk again until 12am then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about some BGR matters. Let me share about my thoughts of what the girls and I will say about our current BG relationship status. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hope you girls don't mind. :P I'd remove this portion if you all mind. =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's just my personal view so it's not really accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Girl A: I'm true to you, believe it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Girl B: I shall live with the 3 month curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Girl C: When fate comes, I'll not escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Girl D: Squabbling is our way of communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Girl E: I'm the wealthiest lady in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed the gathering with the girls once again. During the exciting conversations with them, I realised that we have really changed a lot. They have developed characters which make them strong and optimistic, unlike me. Luckily, despite the difference in us, we still remained as very good friends. Though we only meet up occasionally, we treasure this friendship as much as each other do. Even though I had quite a major setback, I feel extremely fortunate to have friends around me who care for me and whom I could care for. When I say "Friends forever", I mean it. =D&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Yi Siang, once again! Hope you like the present and the card, and enjoyed the celebration yesterday! =D&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/1921229960111489815-2912499825305576390?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/2912499825305576390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=2912499825305576390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2912499825305576390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2912499825305576390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/04/ys-birthday-celebration-d.html' title='YS&apos; Birthday Celebration =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-405394158719981597</id><published>2009-03-25T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:15:11.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My freedom is coming to an end soon... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good news for me! I've got a job. Admin assistant at CBM Pte Ltd. The company mainly deals with facilities management in commercial and residential buildings. Have yet to understand more about the company and my duties. Very excited about this job cos I'll be stationed at one of their condo sites which is at YCK, one station away only. Haha! I'm so damn lucky! =D&lt;br /&gt;To further elaborate how lucky I am... I was offered a 6 months contract by Recruit Express as a Recruitment Consultant on Monday. I was very happy when I received the call for the interview cos I'd sent out several resume but hadn't gotten any replies for weeks. The interview dragged for quite awhile cos the Manager was quite busy. I passed the interview and was immediately offered the contract. But as I went through the terms in the contract, I felt threatened. The only term that appealed to me was the pay of $6/hr and $8 commission per successful deal. Other terms were like "penalty of $10,000 if you seek employment at  a company in the same line within one year after you leave the company" and "compensate one month's pay if you do not commit till the date as stated in the contract". Can conclude from the contract that the company is not concerned about employee's welfare, no OT pay, no medical benefits, no leaves, etc. It's more like a threat than a contract. I asked for 2 days to consider and decided to give up the contract, this morning. Then just a few hours later, CBM called to tell me that I was selected for the admin position. I went for the interview yesterday and the interviewer told me that they were still screening candidates for the position and would call me next week if I'm selected. Half my hopes were gone cos I thought I was inexperience. I really want the job not only because it's very near my place, but the employee's welfare was not bad. Upon confirmation, I'd have 14 days of annual leave, Yearly Bonus, Medical Benefits, etc. Indeed, my wish came true, I got the job. Will commence on 22nd April. So have to tidy up my notes ASAP and start to plan my time table wisely, can't afford to waste another year. Jia you! =D&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/1921229960111489815-405394158719981597?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/405394158719981597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=405394158719981597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/405394158719981597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/405394158719981597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-freedom-is-coming-to-end-soon-d.html' title='My freedom is coming to an end soon... =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-6516664696027382743</id><published>2009-03-19T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:01:02.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Surprise! =D</title><content type='html'>On Monday, went to party world in the late afternoon with my cousins, brother was caught up with some stuff so can't join us in time. They finished the tidbits so I went to the counter to ask if it's free to refill. Went to the loo too. When I came back, my cousins had gotten ready the cheesecake. They forgotten to bring a lighter so there's a candle, but no flames. The cake was also decorated by Almond Chocolate Biscuit Sticks cos they found out from my younger brother that I love almond. =D They sang me a birthday song as soon as I settled down. Very touched. =D During the K session, we sang many old songs. Had fun! After that, met my elder brother at the foodcourt for dinner. Thanks for the pleasant surprise! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-6516664696027382743?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/6516664696027382743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=6516664696027382743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6516664696027382743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/6516664696027382743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/03/belated-birthday-surprise-d.html' title='Belated Birthday Surprise! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-7178693197915858673</id><published>2009-03-10T00:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:29:13.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hihi! I’m back to blog! =D Lazy to blog for the past few weeks. This is going to be an extremely long post cos I’ll be blogging about my happenings for the past few weeks. Are you prepared? If you are then take a deep breath… Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2009" day="14" month="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Valentine’s Day! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ben came to my house and we exchanged our gifts with each other. I gave him a self-made card. Didn’t really plan what to give him. Made the card only the night before but I’m very satisfied with it. =D Ben gave me his home-made cookies and a mini bunch of hand-made flowers. Yummy cookies and pretty flowers. He knows that I don’t like to receive real flowers cos they will wither so he look up Youtube to learn how to make the flowers. Can really see how much efforts he had put in to make them. Really very touched. Feel so blessed to have him. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After that went to the NTU talk at Suntec Convention Centre. Went for an engineering talk when we reached there. Was very boring so we decided to leave the room before the talk ends. Visited the booths outside and collected some pamphlets of the different courses. Then we walked around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; for a while and head back home. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A simple way of celebrating Valentine’s Day. Not exciting but very sweet and close to the heart, that is always what I want. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" lang="EN-US" &gt;Some pictures taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVSj5oEL6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vlbdpdvpd-M/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVSj5oEL6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vlbdpdvpd-M/s320/DSC00998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311242112271134626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVSjoDWxsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GdXed7NZ0C4/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVSjoDWxsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GdXed7NZ0C4/s320/DSC00994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311242107553760962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2009" day="15" month="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sugei Buloh =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hui Ping and Wei Jie signed up for a trip to Sungei Buloh but as WJ had to work on that day, I became his substitute. Anyway, I wanted to go there too but it’s too inaccessible le so I didn’t mind accompanying HP there. But it’s not advisable to go with a tour group cos they got time restriction. We ended up taking the shorter route around there. The guide shared much of his knowledge about the plants, birds and other creatures we could see there. But sad to say, there were no birds cos they would only fly there in the late afternoon so we ended up looking at the plants and monitor lizards. If possible, would go and explore Sungei Buloh again in the late afternoon to look out for the special birds there. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVUrWghqiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-Zkq5pye6TA/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVUrWghqiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-Zkq5pye6TA/s320/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311244439306480162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVT5H2nxDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9ATaa6V3DSg/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVT5H2nxDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9ATaa6V3DSg/s320/DSC01003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311243576379163698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVUqxLYlCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qJpzYJdq4GM/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVUqxLYlCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qJpzYJdq4GM/s320/DSC01011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311244429285692450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVT4_vFcbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mGKtLNIu6Dk/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVT4_vFcbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mGKtLNIu6Dk/s320/DSC01002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311243574200070578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVW-EKQ_NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VRCXkAESi-g/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVW-EKQ_NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VRCXkAESi-g/s320/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311246959822044370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2009" day="27" month="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Visited ET =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Went back to YJC with Hui Yin that day to visit Mrs Teo. Before heading there, we went to Sembawang to buy a slice of Coffee Bean’s cheesecake for ET and some tidbits for her new form class. ET is currently taking a J2 class cos of the lack of experience teachers for the year 2s. Her present class is definitely extremely much better than us, 201’08. Can see that the majority are hardworking students. When we went there, they were halfway true the lessons so HY and I sat at the back of the class to discuss about our M’sia trip. When the lesson ended, ET told them to do some compre questions. But after much bargaining by her students and from what HY and I told her, ET gave in to them and allowed them to have more time to study for their Chem SPA. Then, we saw many “Jonathans” emerged. Many of them started taking pictures of what is written on the board cos they were allowed to submit their AQ next week. Jonathan, you got descendents le leh. Haha! =D Ya, and one girl in the class caught our attention. She’s so like Jiemin!!! Right, Hui Yin? When ET announce that they could submit the AQ next week she suddenly asked ET, “So can submit everything next week arh?”, in almost the same way JM would ask. Damn funny! HY and I just can’t stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After visiting ET, we went to Expo. Wanted to go to the NATAS Fair but the queue was so damn long, so disappointing. So we decided to go orchard to walk walk. We went to Kinokonya to look for M’sia map but we don’t understand the map. Haha! =D HY has the idea of touring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, to go to places in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; which she hasn’t been before. So we picked up a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; guide book and started flipping through. Saw quite a number of interesting places like, the adventure forest which Huiping wants to go, and gay pubs such as Vincent’s and Xpose which we recommended to Simon and Jonathan. =D So we spend more than 1hour in there browsing through the guide books. After that went to Xin Wang at Cineleisure, talk talk then home sweet home. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="2" day="28" year="2009"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Club-PowerHouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Always wanted to go to a club and finally, Ben gave the green light. Yeah! I can go clubbing, wanted to drag him along too but didn’t force him to in the end. So Hui Yin, Jonathan, Simon and I went to PowerHouse after much discussion. We were all noobs. When we reached St James Power Station, we didn’t know how to get to PowerHouse. We girls are only the brave one to go and ask one of the bouncers of another club for directions la. So noobly, we headed to PH and found out that we were very early. So we waited outside PH for quite some time. When it’s time to go in, I took the lead again la. Wa liao, I kept consoling myself not to be pai seh la. But I was so pai seh la. Never mind, we managed to enter the club. Have to admit, we were extremely noob, we didn’t know where to sit. Haha! =D When we settle down, it’s time for us to order some drinks. The guys had 4 free drinks in total cos they paid for the admission fee. Jonathan was the first to order his drink. The bartender told him he could use the free drinks for beer, vodka and whisky only. So after considering for a while, he wanted to order whisky. This was roughly what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Noisy background.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jonathan: “May I have a whisky, please.”&lt;br /&gt;Bartender: “What whisky?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jon thought he couldn’t hear what he ordered so he repeated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: “Whisky”&lt;br /&gt;Bartender: “Whisky coke, sprite…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Again, he thought it’s too noisy so he repeated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: “Whisky”&lt;br /&gt;Bartender: “Whisky coke, sprite…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Finally, he got it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: “Err… Coke.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hahaha! So funny. So nooby. But he became smarted when he asked for a Vodka with lime. After he asked for his whisky, HY and I wanted to order a cocktail, so I spotted this female bartender who looks rather friendly so we waited for her to come nearer to us so that we can order from her. So I asked her to recommend some cocktails to us. She recommended China Blue and another ice blended drink and explained the type of wine and fruits that goes into the drink. But the music was too loud so didn’t manage to catch what she said but I ordered China Blue. I think it’s lychee mixed with Vodka or some other alcohol. Very nice. Good recommendation. =D When she served the drink, she told us that there’s a Happy Hour promotion, so we will get a 50% discount if we order a second cocktail so HY order the ice blended drink. So in the end we ordered, whisky coke, whisky sprite, vodka lime, Tiger beer, China Blue and a Peach ice blend. For the cocktails, we paid $13.90 after GST. So ex, 1 cocktail cost 13 bucks. But I’ve fallen in love with China Blue. Haha! =D Ya, something we notice there, people who go there seems to love Tiger beer, almost all the tables have a huge jug of Tiger Beer. Anyway, we were extremely bored there actually cos we arrived too early, so we waited for the dance crowd to come in. But it’s not very happening there, everyone was just there to look and chat, very few were dancing. Regretted not following Jihui to Phuture. We missed the last train and wanted to take the last bus to AMK then cab home. But fortunately, the Night Owl came before the bus to AMK, but the Night Owl buses were not stated at the bust stop. So heng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="3" day="1" year="2009"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;  March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;East Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;East Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; to cycle with Huiping, Yanjie, Eng Kiat, Chun Siang, Lionel and Kia Yong. Glad to see that the guys have not changed much, I’m referring to the size. I think I’m the only one who has grown fatter. Haha! =D Ky told Lionel the wrong tie to meet at the interchange so we waited for him for an hour. When we reached ECP, ky and yj was already there awaiting for our arrival long long ago. So we lunched at Mac and went to rent our bicycles. Our destination was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; so we rented our bikes for 4 hours. When we were about to reach the Park Connector to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, it started to rain. We rested in a shelter for a while and continued our journey. As we were halfway through, the rain got bigger but we continued to cycle. We were all drenched. When we were nearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, the rain stopped. We rested at the end of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. The guys were talking among themselves so we girls chatted among ourselves too lor. After quite some time, we headed back to ECP and had our dinner before returning our bikes. Throughout the whole journey, we were drenched and dried again and again. Hadn’t cycled that long for a very long time le so it’s quite exciting to me. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="3" day="3" year="2009"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;  March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally got the chance to go to Chek Jawa!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When we reach Pulau Ubin, it was raining. So disappointing. We waited for the rain to stop and started our tour around Pulau Ubin. We rented the $6 suspension bike. To me, it felt like sitting on a Mercedes car when I rode it at first. It was so smooth and stable, didn’t have to worry about ending up like the Yes93.3 DJ. Haha! =D Ben’s friend, Yan Hao, was the guide of the day. He’s so familiar with Ubin that he could memorise all the names of the beaches and shelters. So our first destination was, of course, CHEK JAWA. Along the way, it rained again, but we continued to cycle. The route was very rugged and there were some up slopes and exciting down slopes. Didn’t cycle there before so was a new experience for me. Finally, we reached Chek Jawa! But due to the rain, the tide was not low enough, so didn’t manage to see many sea creatures. We saw some holes created by the Mud Lobster along the way and a cluster of small crabs and some Mud Skippers at the shore. It’s really an eye-opener for me. =D Will head back there, some time soon, to look out for more creatures when the tide is low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After that, Yan Hao brought us to the beaches and we hiked up a hill that not many people know of. Although the way up the hill was not very comfortable due to the red ants at certain part of the route, the reward that you would get at the top of the hill will definitely make you want to climb up the hill again whenever you go to Pulau Ubin. The reward is none other than the scenery that you will see at the top of the hill. I think that is the best scenery you get to see in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. Besides the greenery, you will be able to see the quarry. It was really scary when I tried to stand near the edge of the hill, felt that I might fall off. But the calm blue water in the quarry makes me feel so peaceful and stress-free for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Before heading back, we cycled for a while and Yan Hao introduced us to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; and led us to see a big oven. The oven was left behind by a Bakery Factory very long time ago. Saw it before but it was camouflaged by a huge tree so I thought it was a tree hole. Haha! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Cab back to Northpoint to have dinner then went home to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The trip was really a fruitful one. Didn’t know that Pulau Ubin is actually such an interesting place. Though our bags got dirtied, we got ourselves drenched and smelly, I believe that this trip had made HY and I fall deeply in love with Pulau Ubin. All thanks to Ben and Yan Hao! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="3" day="6" year="2009"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Birthday “SURPRISE” =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hui Yin and Jonathan wanted to surprise me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="0" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;12 midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. Jon wanted to ask Ben to liaise with them but he chose the wrong person. I wonder if he really understands guys or not. Ben is my boyfriend, of course he would not want to lose to anyone in giving me the biggest surprise. So Jon, you got no one else to blame unless you’re not a man, but I doubt so. So in the end, Ben and I planned a plot to shock them instead. At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="23" minute="55"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;11.55pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, Ben called me and I pretended to be watching a movie and will only be home in 45mins time. After I hang up, I prepared the whipped cream and rush down to where they were. HY saw me first so I attacked Jon with the whipped cream. He took quite some time to realize that I’d applied some “facial cream” on his face. Haha! =D I think HY and Jon were quite taken aback when they saw me appear. So sad. Jon’s planned failed. Then I started teasing and suaning him. Haha! =D We waited for Chun Siang and Lionel to come and celebrated my 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday. A small simple cake, with some friends who remembered my birthday. Thanks for the “surprise” and the gifts! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Shots taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVePby21fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B7RJ2CsKkKQ/s1600-h/06032009435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVePby21fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B7RJ2CsKkKQ/s320/06032009435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311254954805482994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVWIJ-XQoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wpWQVSnVGtQ/s1600-h/06032009432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVWIJ-XQoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wpWQVSnVGtQ/s320/06032009432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311246033669800578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Received birthday greetings from some friends and cousins. This year’s birthday makes me feel that I’m not being forgotten, that there are so many good friends out there who want to give me their best wishes. I don’t know how to express what I’m feeling inside in words. I only can say that I’m touched and would do my best to make the wishes you all have for me and my own wishes come true. They may not come true immediately, but in time to come, it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The imminent Nightmare finally arrived…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was also the day when our results are out. I think many people have very high hopes in me cos many think that I’m a hardworking person. But sad to say, I’ve made them disappointed. These are the astonishing grades: H1GP-D, H1Econs-C, H2Math-C, H2Phy-C and H2Chem-D. I know nobody will expect me to get such results. I cried cos I’m ashamed, not because of my results but, because I gave up while encouraging others not to. I’m sorry if I’d made some of you have false hope in me when I encouraged you all. It was the only thing that I could do at that time to prevent myself from implicating anyone of you into the state I was at that time. 1 is more than enough already. For now, no matter how much I think back, it’s of no use, it’ll just make me miserable and make people who cares for me feel sad. I can only look forward and work towards what I want to achieve and always keep my goal in mind. I have to keep trying cos one will only fail if he stops trying. So now, I will look for a full time job (hopefully the UOB customer service position is still available) and study by myself. So have to really plan my time well. Have to find out how I should go about retaking. Jiemin says have to retake 3 H2s and 1 H1 and closing date is 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; March, have to ask ET and other teachers during CVD. Will definitely work hard this time. It’s a new beginning for me, will cherish this chance. =D Anyway, glad to see that many of my friends got quite good grades. Hope that all of you are able to make it into the course of your choice! Though we may not be on the same path, let’s work hard together! I will catch up with your steps some day! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Birthday again and BBQ! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Celebrated my birthday, again, with my family. None of them remembered my birthday as usual. I told my mama in the evening to remind her to give me hongbao. Haha! =D So Ben brought the cake which he had made. Looks presentable, not as shitty as what he said. Taste nice but too sweet. Got my favourite almond inside! =D After that, for the second time, we went to camp at the reservoir. I think we’re the only ones who would camp there. Haha! =D Set up the tent and start the fire by myself with Ben’s help. It was as successful as the previous one. Sense of achievement. =D Barbecued the pratas and my mushrooms. Yummy yummy! =D Then felt tired and I went to sleep for a while. Can’t stay throughout the night, the tent was just so tempting, can’t resist the temptation to sleep in there. Hehe. =D Woke up, bbq for a while, then clear up our stuff in the morning and went home to sleep. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;The fire started by myself =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVWIpbIYoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bD7n5DX_hkc/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVWIpbIYoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bD7n5DX_hkc/s320/DSC01124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311246042111959682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVWJO_xk6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/tsLTnyPsaEE/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVWJO_xk6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/tsLTnyPsaEE/s320/DSC01128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311246052197766050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date month="3" day="8" year="2009"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kickboxing =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Missed the first lesson last week cos had promised Huiping to go cycle with them. Huiyin was telling me how exciting was the first lesson so had been looking forward to the second lesson. But the instructor for this week lesson was different. HY says that the actual instructor was not funny and all like the relief instructor. The movement the relief instructor taught was very like the movements in Muay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Thai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; After half an hour, I was already perspiring like mad and can feel that my limbs were giving in. But I managed to pull through the one hour lesson. The kicking and punching were fun. The cooling down exercises were damn challenging, extremely good for training abs. Definitely looking forward to the next session of kickboxing lesson! =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-7178693197915858673?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/7178693197915858673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=7178693197915858673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7178693197915858673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7178693197915858673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/03/recap.html' title='Recap...'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SbVSj5oEL6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Vlbdpdvpd-M/s72-c/DSC00998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-7853293960445694016</id><published>2009-03-09T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T02:29:31.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration with the girls! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met up with Clar, Ming Yun, Yi Siang and Ying Yan at City Hall and headed to Suntec City. Dined at the Loving Hut. Yu Qian and Royston joined us too. It's a vegetarian eating place. First time having a vegetarian meal with them so was rather worried that they may not like the food there. But it turned out that the food there were alright for them. Was quite relieved. Only a few variety of dishes there, I ordered the Lemongrass Curry Rice Set. The curry wasn't fantastic but the mock meat they had inside was quite tasty. Believe that they fried the mock meat before serving it in the curry. I like there soup. Not too salty or oily. I think that the fried food they served are quite tasty. YS tried the sandwich there before and said that it was horrible so was not really confident in the other food they serve. I think it is because they are not vegetarian so are not very use to the mock fish taste. So I suggested to her to order something which doesn't have mock meat. So she ordered a Tofu dish and finds it not too bad. Roy and YQ also finds their Vietnamese noodle and Laksa quite alright. Clar enjoyed her sweet and sour mock meat rice set. YY and MY liked their spaghetti too. After that took some photos but they are with YS so no picture to post.&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed the time with them. Hope they are not too disappointed to hear about results. Thanks for the gifts and card! Love them! Thanks thanks! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-7853293960445694016?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/7853293960445694016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=7853293960445694016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7853293960445694016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/7853293960445694016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-celebration-with-girls-d.html' title='Birthday Celebration with the girls! =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-5242153332323757117</id><published>2009-02-01T21:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:36:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New lives =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cat gave birth to two kittens on 16th January. Extremely adorable. =D My brother took some photos when she just gave birth to the two kittens but I shall not upload them cos it's too bloody.  The kittens are of totally different colours, the first to pop out is black and white, while the other is brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The black and white kitten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Believed to be a Female. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I usually call her panda. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWpVzzBK5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1VITOwJqKwA/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWpVzzBK5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1VITOwJqKwA/s320/DSC00923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297826728817798034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                    The brown kitten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believed to be a Male. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I call him Garfield, but at times, Tiger Cub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWpVnpyxuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pwY1m7Rr5Xk/s1600-h/Photo452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWpVnpyxuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pwY1m7Rr5Xk/s320/Photo452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297826725557880546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;When they were born:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWnzVQd0XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iThOWhLZ_DM/s1600-h/Photo434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWnzVQd0XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iThOWhLZ_DM/s320/Photo434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297825036992631154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWlebU8kmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/X-TVDtCSp6M/s1600-h/Photo433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWlebU8kmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/X-TVDtCSp6M/s320/Photo433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297822478821528162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;3 Days Old:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9CAvjxI/AAAAAAAAADs/u60iZSJCCYQ/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9CAvjxI/AAAAAAAAADs/u60iZSJCCYQ/s320/DSC00861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297819706066964242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Days Old:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9B-oOzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sLvlbvlQHUk/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9B-oOzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sLvlbvlQHUk/s320/DSC00871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297819706058095410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Days Old:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9KwEKjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gNxw81xtPoc/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9KwEKjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gNxw81xtPoc/s320/DSC00875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297819708412930610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Days Old:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9EEe6tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RK1FPNz2rnw/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9EEe6tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RK1FPNz2rnw/s320/DSC00910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297819706619521746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 Days Old:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9YVopeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_LX4HqW6N_A/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWi9YVopeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_LX4HqW6N_A/s320/DSC00915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297819712060171746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 Days Old:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWld_Jj48I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jiU_SAjNC18/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWld_Jj48I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jiU_SAjNC18/s320/DSC00944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297822471257580482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWleHXB9aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HE1q-c97P94/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWleHXB9aI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HE1q-c97P94/s320/DSC00942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297822473461560738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are still learning how to walk. They tend to be very clumsy when they move. Whenever they wake up and their mother is not with them, they will crawl over each other, like playing wrestling. When their mother comes back to the basket, they will be fighting for the most comfortable position for their meal. As they are still very young, they're quite afraid of us. When we pick them up, they would be meowing for their mother. Their meow sounds like screams. Now, they are extremely adorable, but once they grow up, it'll be quite a havoc. So have to be mentally prepared. =D&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/1921229960111489815-5242153332323757117?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/5242153332323757117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=5242153332323757117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5242153332323757117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5242153332323757117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-lives-d.html' title='New lives =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYWpVzzBK5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1VITOwJqKwA/s72-c/DSC00923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-2122194492763371149</id><published>2009-02-01T17:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:26:09.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days without work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just resigned last Saturday. Ben came to fetch me on that day but I made him wait for me for 2 hours!!! As my boss was going for leave for the whole CNY week, she needs to get some jobs done before she leave. So, as her assistant, I had to help her. So I only left the company at around 1545hrs when I told Ben that I would meet him at 2pm plus. I was very hungry so went to have my lunch at Jurong Point Kopitiam. After that, we went to Xiao Gui Lin at Bukit Gombak. It's a very beautiful place. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some pictures taken there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYV4KlzGNNI/AAAAAAAAADM/HoNBV1aiHl8/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYV4KlzGNNI/AAAAAAAAADM/HoNBV1aiHl8/s320/DSC00884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297772660011709650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYV4KhDx_YI/AAAAAAAAADU/rRP5AhLkPVg/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYV4KhDx_YI/AAAAAAAAADU/rRP5AhLkPVg/s320/DSC00886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297772658739510658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYV4KsE9gKI/AAAAAAAAADc/WNQCIkfkcAM/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYV4KsE9gKI/AAAAAAAAADc/WNQCIkfkcAM/s320/DSC00885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297772661697249442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYV4K7F9UKI/AAAAAAAAADk/_NSvaYoFdQo/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYV4K7F9UKI/AAAAAAAAADk/_NSvaYoFdQo/s320/DSC00889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297772665727963298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe too used to having to go to work so don't really know what to do with the plentiful of spare time I've got now. So had been pestering Ben for most of the time. =D I thought of looking for some PT jobs but still feels quite lazy presently, maybe I shall rest till end of this week? Hehe. =D Nothing much to talk about except my plans to adopt a healthy lifestyle! My plan: To go for morning run at least five times a week. For this week, I managed to run thrice only due to my laziness. Never mind, this week is going to be over soon, so I shall really work towards my target the following week. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-2122194492763371149?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/2122194492763371149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=2122194492763371149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2122194492763371149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2122194492763371149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-without-work.html' title='Days without work...'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/SYV4KlzGNNI/AAAAAAAAADM/HoNBV1aiHl8/s72-c/DSC00884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-5132481021249970425</id><published>2009-01-04T22:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:27:11.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, tired, but happy =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haven't blogged for quite some time. Christmas week was the most stressful week for me. Wasn't so busy at work than after work. Only needed to update the workers' data and prepare some letters. Wasn't too difficult a task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually I wasn't very busy after work, but rather, was very stressed up as I was so packed during the week with the Christmas BBQ, Ying Yan's birthday card, K-ing session with cousins and spending time with Ben. These seem to be easy tasks, but I was really tensed up then. The one who suffered the most wasn't me, but the one who is always beside me. Sorry for always throwing tantrums on you, I'm just being unreasonable. I'll try to have more control over my temper. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Didn't have enough time to planned for the Christmas eve BBQ until the very last minute. Was very looking forward for the BBQ. Wanted to take a day off for that day but decided not to as there was some documents on hand to settle then. Though not many turn up, it was quite an exciting time for me barbecuing my mushrooms and watching the others battling the ants. Haha! =D Hope everyone who turned up didn't find the BBQ too boring. Sorry, didn't have much time to plan for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before the Christmas eve BBQ, was having some difficulties making time out to make Ying Yan's Birthday card. Had the idea of how I was going to make it but was quite afraid that I didn't have enough time. During the weekend night, managed to squeeze out some time to make the card. Although it's not very perfect, hope she liked the card. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During the weekend, had a K-ing session with my cousins in the afternoon, which had been delayed for very long. Had a fun time going off tune, singing till we're breathless. Haha! =D Looking forward to our next K-ing session! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The week after Christmas was really busy at work. Had to OT everyday, except Saturday. Cos it's nearing the start of a new year, the Finance Department needed to update the workers particulars on their Database, so I had to update our department's database to pass it to them. I had only one day to complete the task, but completed it in two days instead as I kept making mistakes. This experience teaches me to open my eyes big big everytime I do things. The next task up then was to prepare the payroll change for the employees for the new year. It's easy to prepare the soft copy of the payroll change. The difficult part was to print them out. The printer that I was using wasn't a very efficient one, so I can only print at most 10 copies at one time. If not, there might be some troubleshoots like the paper jam or printing out of the designated region. Then, I'll have to print them again. Spent more than an hour printing the payroll changes and fidgeting with the printer. It's quite irritating but I managed to complete the task. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've told my boss that I'd like to work until the 24th of Jan. I've got used to the environment there and like being occupied with work. But the traveling time is really too long and I always feel very tired after work. Now, I also have to take into consideration of the traveling cost. Our student concession had been ceased, we're traveling on adult fare. Each trip to Boon Lay from Khatib costs $1.74. I have to travel to and fro for 6 days per week, it really cost me a bomb. My salary isn't very much after CPF deduction. I'm depending on my own savings now so money is very important to me. After my last day of work, I may go back to distributing flyers while looking for another job. Hui Ping might want to join me, right Hui Ping? Hope she's coping well with her work now. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a K-ing session with some JC classmates at Yishun Safra's Party World KTV to celebrate Hui Yin's birthday. Another motive was to pay Chun Siang a visit. We were so honoured to be greeted by Chun Siang when we entered the KTV. Then, he took our orders and we were even more honoured to be served by him. Haha! =D It's really surprising for me to know that he works there. He seems to be coping well with the job. =D Back to our K-ing session. For the subsequent K-ing sessions, I think we shouldn't choose to go to Safra's Party World. There are too many distractions. The PhotoHunt and the free football game. As Hui Ping couldn't tahan the voice of our infamous Boy Band, who never fails to go off tune, Jon and Simon, I accompanied her out a few times to play PhotoHunt and the football game. But I managed to make her sing though she was very reluctant in the first place. =D Actually, we were very entertained by our Boy Band. Our K-ing session wouldn't be so full of laughters without them. =D When the session was about to end, the others went to play PhotoHunt so Jovin and I continued to sing. We entertained ourselves with old songs like "Ben Xiao Hai", "Xin Bu Liao Qin" and "Yue Liang Re De Huo". Had an enjoyable time going off tune. =D Hope Hui Yin enjoyed the gathering, I believe that the best present for her is to have an enjoyable time with her friends. Nevertheless, I still owe Hui Yin and Hui Ping a birthday present. It'll be extremely belated, I know both of you won't mind. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-5132481021249970425?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/5132481021249970425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=5132481021249970425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5132481021249970425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/5132481021249970425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-tired-but-happy-d.html' title='Busy, tired, but happy =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-2225269108867249726</id><published>2008-12-14T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:48:43.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fruitful Week =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah! I've learnt something new this week. May not be new to some though. I've learnt how amazing the Microsoft Office is. I was instructed to prepare two sets of letter for 101 workers. I thought I would have to slowly one by one change the name, worker no., date, etc, for each of the workers. But thanks to the Mail Merge tool, I was saved from the trouble. All I have to do is to prepare a spreadsheet which contains all the info that I need to change in the letter and prepare the template for the lettter, then use the Mail Merge tool. I just have to open the word doc. for the letter, go to Tools---&gt;Letter and Mailings---&gt;Mail Mail Merge Wizard. There will be a guide on the right hand side of the document. Just follow it. All the letters that I need to prepare for the 101 workers is done in only a few minutes. So amazing! I've fallen in love with Microsoft Office. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also taught how to prepare the Payroll Change. Payroll change is a slip stating the change in the pay for the employee. I haven't really master the skills to calculate the Payroll Change but I believe I'll be able to master it soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also learnt how to apply for Work Permit online. It's so easy actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm finishing my first set of filing for 206 workers. Now waiting for the employees and the big bosses to signed all the essential documents then the filing will be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next task is to prepare the contracts for another batch of workers. With the help of the Mail Merge Tool, I believe it will not be a difficult task for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working in the HR department for these two weeks, I have adapted to the working environment there. Although it's quite tiring to travel all the way to Boon Lay every morning, I feel that my time was never wasted working there. Everyday, I would go to work feeling very lethargic but as I commence with my work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gradually&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lethargicness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; fade away. I enjoy working there so much that I never did count down when it's nearing my knock-off time. (When I worked at a video retail shop few years ago, I'd always count down cos I can't wait to knock-off. :p) Now, I'm considering whether I should request to stay for another month so that I can pick up more skills. But I also want to look for an admin job in a bank to build up my resume. I shall see if I'm able to find a bank admin job first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921229960111489815-2225269108867249726?l=chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/feeds/2225269108867249726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921229960111489815&amp;postID=2225269108867249726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2225269108867249726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921229960111489815/posts/default/2225269108867249726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisenjoysworking.blogspot.com/2008/12/fruitful-week-d.html' title='A Fruitful Week =D'/><author><name>Qi Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985834635973957606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/S6j7wkTVgSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2fTyofE2uCo/S220/DSC02709-crop.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921229960111489815.post-7737560066062076583</id><published>2008-12-08T23:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:49:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Play. Balance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 6th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked until 11.30am on that day and went to Chinese Garden with ben. Had always wanted to go there. The greenery there is really beautiful. I love that place. So peaceful. Except for the rain. Then the wind kept blowing up my dress. :@ But had a really fun time exploring the place. Chose the right place to relax after a long week of work. Thanks, ben! Hehe! =D Had a wonderful day there! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures of the view taken at the top of the 7-storey pagoda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/ST08m1f3xjI/AAAAAAAAACk/kqm1TkNmEk8/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOkGGIMohcs/ST08m1f3xjI/AAAAAAAAACk/kqm1TkNmEk8/s320/DSC00792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277440976241542706" border
