<?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-17641575</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:56:52.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REALM OF THOUGHTS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-2172653170108394547</id><published>2010-05-02T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:22:29.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the working life now.</title><content type='html'>Been a while seen I last blogged. A new phase of life that I have joined. All the fantasy and dreams shattered. The truth is that I have signed up to be a modern day slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it is temporary. I hope this will pass. I hope I can see the rainbow after the rain. But the tall buildings are obstructing my way, blocking my view to the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 20 years down the road, I will look back at this post and laugh at myself for being childish and stupid. Maybe I will not live another 20 years. Nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While friends all around are jostling to tell of their wonderful trip to marvelous places, I can only smile stupidly, not knowing what to say. For traveling is not in my dictionary. Slaves do not travel. They just work and work and work day and night, and yet still will feel the lash of whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-2172653170108394547?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2172653170108394547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2172653170108394547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-working-life-now.html' title='In the working life now.'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-5774836353494620303</id><published>2009-11-02T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:43:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse of death?</title><content type='html'>Is suicide rate in the country high? Those who say that it is low is not in touch with reality. The fact is that in the three HDB blocks I stayed in during the past 4 years, I have heard or seen the aftermath of successful suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last Friday, I went out in the evening to meet brother for dinner. In slightly over half an hour, we are back at our HDB block, only to see a police cordon, with a police tent and a broken roof of sheltered walkway. Apparently another suicide has happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a show of courage and the lack of it. The courage to take own life and the lack of courage to continue living a sucky and hard life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he or she rest in peace now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-5774836353494620303?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5774836353494620303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5774836353494620303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/curse-of-death.html' title='Curse of death?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-4290584431777004173</id><published>2009-05-24T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T06:30:03.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully Imperfect (Touching)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I3ZmNKYma0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I3ZmNKYma0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-4290584431777004173?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4290584431777004173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4290584431777004173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautifully-imperfect-touching.html' title='Beautifully Imperfect (Touching)'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-5687436686269322884</id><published>2009-04-19T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:56:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate acts or thrill seeker?</title><content type='html'>April 17, 2009 Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the end of the week again. Since I started working, Friday is one of my favourite days other than public holidays and payday. The best thing is the dress down option for employees on Friday - one less shirt to iron on weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a tiring week for me. Not because of work - work is quite relaxing. It is the interruptions and dreams that I have at night. (No, not wet dreams) People who dream a lot are having light sleep and don't rest as well as those who have a deep sleep without any dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other reason why I love Fridays is because tons of ladies will dress up - or rather, dress down (less) in anticipation of the Friday party night.&lt;br /&gt;And so, my eyes were darting all around after I got off the train, hoping to catch a glimpse of sexy ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I spot this lady in business wear standing beside a shelf of cookies which was outside the shop and hidden behind a wall. Her actions was lightning quick as she pick up a jar of cookies as if to examine them then when she turn her body and walk towards escalator, the jar of cookies was missing, presumably inside the paper bag that she was holding.&lt;br /&gt;While she was on the escalator, she looked around to check if anyone noticed her act. There I was, squinting my eyes at her. Her heartbeat must have shot up instantly as she showed me that ladies in heels can run surprisingly fast. I was in no mood to play "catch thief" so I just let it pass when she ran into a pathway that few pedestrian walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the jar of cookies was priced at $5.50.&lt;br /&gt;As I continued to walk towards office, I wonder if times are so bad or she is a thrill-seeker.&lt;br /&gt;Well, something different on a sexy Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-5687436686269322884?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5687436686269322884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5687436686269322884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/desperate-acts-or-thrill-seeker.html' title='Desperate acts or thrill seeker?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7411933546013489194</id><published>2008-09-14T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:36:45.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmarish experience at Sakae Sushi Westmall</title><content type='html'>Me, my brothers, and friends totalling six person in number went out for dinner on a fine Sunday night. We plan to enjoy ourself after having good fun for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to this shopping mall near our place and wanted to have some chinese food. Unfortunately, the queue to get a table is quite long (maybe 45 minutes wait). So we went and look around other makan (eating) places in the mall. We found out that Japanese food have s shorter queue so we decided to have jap food instead. (as it turn out in the end, the short queue is a sign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a table in no time and wanted to order. This is where service standards or rather service substandard showed. For 6 people, only one menu is given and the computer ordering system is not in use (according to the waitress). Well, we thought nothing of it and requested for more menu and we got 4 menu in the end (4 for 6... oh well, we can make do with it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wait for the food starts with me being one of the first to get my food (which seems pitiful compared to the picture, but it is quite normal elsewhere. By no means do I think that it is the alright). Those of us that got our food starting eating ( I know it is polite to wait for all to get food first but we were hungry. It turned out that it is wise to start first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ate  and talked and laughed, except for 2 people who ordered the same item. When the rest of us are about to finish, one of their food came (notice that there is only one). At that time, we were still quite cool about it. But after like 15 minutes, our patience ran out. We asked the waitress to check on the food and told her that most of us have already finish our food while the other guy who ordered the same item got his 15 minutes ago. There was no smile, no apology or explaination. Only a sour face that tell us to wait for 30 minutes. How is it possible that two person ordered same item, and one of the item have to arrive 30 minutes later????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that got me mad, you'll be terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meal, we went to queue up to pay (yes, unlike in other countries where the waitress or waiter come to you to collect payment, we have to queue up to pay the food).  I noticed that a waitress and a manager of the branch (wearing coat, should be manager) are arguing while holding a bill of a customer who was queuing to pay. Well then, misunderstanding occurs sometimes right? So I did not think too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, it is our turn to pay the bill. So we waited for the items to be keyed in. Surprisingly, 13 items were charged to us which does not make sense. There were 6 of us, so it is normal to assume that there will be at least 6 drinks and at most 6 main meals (side meals aside, which in this case, we did not order any). When the waitress checked our order list before we queue up to pay, we specifically confirmed with her that the order list stated 6 meals. Don't ask me why we didn't check the list. I did not have a chance to look at it and am in no place to put the blame on my brother's going to be wife (signing tomorrow). In the end, we managed to convinced the manager (another one, also waering coat) that one of the item listed was not ordered and not consumed. The bill was paid and we parted ways with the 2 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned that the section that we sat was very stuffy? If not, it is. Whether they are trying to save on air conditioning or it is spoilt, I don't know and I don't care. At this point of time, I am angry at the lousy service and the food. I told myself and them that we should stop coming to this place to eat, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yes, the food. I am not picky or not used to japanese food. It is just the place there has food that leaves much room for improvement. Why did we go there? The queue at the other place was too long. Morever, there is no really nice food near my area.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like the end of story? That is not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked back home. When we were walking across a turn into carpark, we were nearly rammed down by a motorcycle. A food delivery motorcycle that turned into the lane where it is an exit (meaning in the wrong direction). Of course there is the sour face of the motorcyclist. Guess what food it delivers? BINGO!!!! Sakae Sushi AGAIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to pick on Sakae, but all this in a short period of less than 1 hour. Is too much for even a calm person to bear. I say I'll ban all Sakae Sushi from my future makan places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7411933546013489194?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7411933546013489194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7411933546013489194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/nightmarish-experience-at-sakae-sushi.html' title='Nightmarish experience at Sakae Sushi Westmall'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-8650264424652858754</id><published>2008-09-01T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:33:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Work</title><content type='html'>Today is the day where my life will be different. The day that I start to have minimal contact with the sun. However, today appeared to be relatively mundane and boring day. I suppose first day of work are not always happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the blunder and delay because the admin officer in charge of me was on MC. After that, I was introduced to the parent company, the company, the department and the division in about 5 hours with lunch break in between. It was a true test of patience as it is a one on one briefing and I have to refrain from making unneccessary movements. This resulted in me having stiff arms, legs and waist (from the leaning over to peer at lap top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there seems to be some clue on politics in the company but I am in good terms with my supervisor so I shall ignore the politics for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say about an uneventful and tiring day. Afterall, I am not used to working life yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early night tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-8650264424652858754?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8650264424652858754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8650264424652858754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-work.html' title='First Day of Work'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-3186837446972291718</id><published>2008-08-30T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:00:33.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of new phase in life</title><content type='html'>Finally, I am going to start work.&lt;br /&gt;After searching futilely for 3 months, I manage to secure a job in the worsening market condition.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that some of my classmates may blame me for robbing the job away from them. Singapore is a competitive place. Everyone is competing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this job will be a catalyst for something bigger in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the property market will wait until I have enough savings before collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can meet a suitable life partner.. :) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-3186837446972291718?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3186837446972291718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3186837446972291718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/start-of-new-phase-in-life.html' title='Start of new phase in life'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-1054399491836715801</id><published>2008-08-28T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:39:41.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past is History, The Future is Mystery, Today is a Gift. That is why it is call the Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-1054399491836715801?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1054399491836715801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1054399491836715801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/past-is-history-future-is-mystery-today.html' title='The Past is History, The Future is Mystery, Today is a Gift. That is why it is call the Present'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-8692179547309434423</id><published>2008-07-01T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:35:00.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>group of jobless people decreasing, with me still in it.</title><content type='html'>I would be lying if I say that I do not mind that my friends are getting job offers when I am not. I wanted a job, quite very badly but am not about to sacrifice myself for just any job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my mind keeps having doubts every single time that I have to withdraw money from the bank. and I am increasingly withdrawing at a lesser amount now. I am also consciously limiting my spending, not able to part with money to eat better food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my break finally come? if so, when? Will I be able to make it? others seems to have an easy time landing a job. When I struggle to secure even an interview. I used to be a very confident person but in university, my confidence has taken a severe beating. How will I be able to build up my confidence again? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to mould my future? Which path should I take and where will each of the path leads me to? I have chosen one path to follow without knowing if I may succeed if it ever leads to success. I just hope that somewhere, somehow, I will find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-8692179547309434423?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8692179547309434423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8692179547309434423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/group-of-jobless-people-decreasing-with.html' title='group of jobless people decreasing, with me still in it.'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-6299195721020095910</id><published>2008-06-27T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:10:24.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOUSY HDB EXPERIENCE... SINGAPOREANS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have had enough of it. Hdb flats in Singapore sucks. By that I do not mean the building or hdb unit is not good (HDB has earned world wide recognition for their home building efforts). What I have an issue with is the neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always heard about Singaporeans being complain king and queen but never really believed it until now. Why do I say they are Singaporeans? because they are easily over 60 years of age and the chances of them being PR is quite low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be understandable for people who just moved into a unit, to make some noise moving stuff, arranging furniture, fixing furniture? And in the modern day live, everyone will be working in the day so that only leaves the night free. (of course there is the weekend, but doing it over a period of weekends is just so weird). So anyway, the incident goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this big cupboard that needs to be set up. There are some parts that needs hammering and I did it during the day. At night, me and my brothers put the cupboard together (I cannot do it alone as it is heavy and bulky). While we were fixing the cupboard, we noticed that we left out a section that needs hammering so I proceed to fix it (the time was 9.30pm). Well, what else can we do? half way into fixing the cupboard, rationale will be to complete it rather then dismantle everything and wait for weekend. It was just three nails and took like 10 minutes. But that brought one of our neighbours to our door, asking us to stop. Even threatening to call police bla bla bla...... I so wanted to blast him for that as I was sweaty, tired, and irritated by him. But I wanted to complete the cupboard so I just apologize and close the door on him. (By the way, police will not even give a !@#% about his complaint at that time and when noise is for short period). This is the first incident and I do not feel so bad about it and keep telling myself that only minority is not understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today another complaint came while I was happily eating my lunch feeling wonderful for the day. This time the next door neighbour came and ask me to remove the plants on the COMMON corridor, claiming that the corridor is his. The plants are not in anyway obstructive to the passage. Even if it is, the unit I stayed in is the corner unit and only me and my brothers use the corridor. The next thing, he threatened to make report to NEA or HDB if I do not remove it. His reason is that the plants will draw mosquitoes. Obviously he know nothing about plants. If he does, he will know that there is no way those plants can breed mosquitoes because 1. There is no plant tray at the bottom so there will not be collection of water. 2. plants are place at drainage area so all excess water will flow out instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDLY Neighbours? YEAH RIGHT!!! that is the joke of the century. I cannot understand why they are so rude. The biggest issue I have is that they do not just talk nicely and give reasons. They use threat. Worse still, they use threat thinking that I know nothing about how things are done in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Complain about noise at 9.30pm??&lt;br /&gt;Report about plants that breed mosquitoes when there are no stagnant water????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To Hell with them@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-6299195721020095910?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/6299195721020095910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/6299195721020095910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/lousy-hdb-experience-singaporeans.html' title='LOUSY HDB EXPERIENCE... SINGAPOREANS!!!!!'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-8945571997934491446</id><published>2008-06-12T06:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T06:58:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky? Unlucky?</title><content type='html'>Maybe luck has been with me for far too long and decided to take a well deserved break. It is all fine except that luck took a break when I am at a major phase of my life, the transition from studying to working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I graduate into a period of financial uncertainties. Companies are holding back employment because of such uncertainties. So I am stuck with no job and dwindling savings. If this continues, I may not be able to survive past august. Seems like a long time to go. But US seems to be heading into long depression comparable to Japan, so they say. While China has a host of its own problem to handle. Singapore does not seem to have a strong fence to lean on and grow. Even if it does, majority of financial companies are European or US companies and will be affected by the economy in their own region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future does not look too good now. I just hope I can get a job to tide this through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-8945571997934491446?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8945571997934491446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8945571997934491446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/lucky-unlucky.html' title='Lucky? Unlucky?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-9051450693109431641</id><published>2008-06-03T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:14:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Situation</title><content type='html'>Triple desperate. And no. I am not talking about desperation for opposite sex. I am desperate for money, for job, for a decent place to stay at reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them seems to be making a good job of being invisible to me now. I am starting to feel the pinch of rising prices after much talk from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rental prices of HDB units in Singapore is really unaffordable. 3 working professionals in singapore (excluding me since I do not have a job yet), have been trying unsuccessfully to search for low cost hdb to stay in and cannot afford middle class hdb. This is outrageous since their pay is at worst average. If average wage worker have to find a place to stay in low cost hdb, I wonder where those who lives in low cost hdb should go. The most impossible thing is that low cost hdb prices are edging closer to middle class hdb. High end hdb on the other hand edging closer to condo prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that is the existence of numerous desperate people seeking to rent a place. One viewing of a unit for rental easily draws more than 5 groups of people. The worst thing is that the condition is not acceptable with most noticeable defect in the toilet. And the same unit was posted for rental again after the viewing without any decrease in price. and there are more and more units up for rental for shorter period. Many people are taking the chance to go out station for holiday funded by the high rental income?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor working class have to suffer. Running around like clueless strays hoping for a affordable place to stay. While at the same time, prices of everything is rising making people poorer with same income. I suppose it is a global phenomena. I just wonder when, if ever, people will get a reprieve from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-9051450693109431641?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9051450693109431641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9051450693109431641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/desperate-situation.html' title='Desperate Situation'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-198319962229096799</id><published>2008-05-19T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:19:04.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daring Attempt</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, I will take a bet of my fortunes and luck.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the day that may make me successful or create losses for me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the day that I try something when others do not think I will be able to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a calculated risk.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if I will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that if I do not dare to attempt, I will never succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my luck prevails...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-198319962229096799?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/198319962229096799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/198319962229096799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/daring-attempt.html' title='Daring Attempt'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-3141760066612575603</id><published>2008-05-06T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:07:21.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha Loyang Resort</title><content type='html'>Date: Monday 5th May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the Actuarial Science Gathering. Our very resourceful entertainment rep managed to find a bungalow of Aloha Loyang at Pasir Ris for a mere 70++ dollars. It is such a fabulous deal. The bungalow consist of 4 air-conditioned room with attached bathroom ( the size of normal hotel room), a huge common area for interaction, fully furnished kitchen (microwave, stove, fridge, freezer, cooking, eating and drinking items), another toilet near the kitchen, and two BBQ pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were inside the bungalow (after waiting for ages at the front of the bungalow for keys. I suggested climbing into the not so high walls but the suggestion was shot down.), all the girls got to work preparing food, cleaning utensils, while the guys on the other hand took to setting up a gambling station and enjoying themselves. Of course, being such a poor person myself, I couldn't afford to gamble so I joined the girls (this the official reason, what is the unofficial? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the evening, the girls took the task of setting up steam boat while I was starting the fire in the BBQ pit. Then all of a sudden, the guys surged towards the pit and start to compare their skills of setting up a fire. Being a non-confrontational person, I let them take over the task ( again, this the official one. Actually I was just plain lazy. If there are people so willing to do the job, I am more than willing to let them do it...wahahaha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the very same guys did the BBQ for everyone except for me. Not that they wanna revenge, just that I have a weak stomach recently and decided that I wanna treasure my life. I was waiting for the steam boat with a cup of hot water in my hands ( I was called the a pek for drinking hot water.......). Unfortunately, the group of people were apparently very hungry and almost fought for a seat at the steam boat table. Feeling lazy to fight for a place, I decided to wait it out, knowing that there will always be more food then needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seems like ages and false promise of seats ( apparently some guy took my seat when I was washing dishes while waiting for food to cook), I got my steam boat. To be frank, I never like steam boat nor BBQ. Steam boat being too plain in taste and BBQ is oily, heaty, smelly, sweaty. Anyway, I took some of the steam boat to last me for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen after the food was well, more food and gambling, and chatting. I found that I couldn't fit into anything. My stomach just recovered from major incident so not so much food. I don't gamble and the chatting topic was about girl friend and boy friend which I have no experience in (well, bad experience actually). Throughout the time, I realised that the night sky is so beautiful and night wind is so cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just past midnight, I retreated back to room for well-needed rest. The others didn't plan to sleep. Such a waste of nice, beautiful and cooling bedroom. Halfway through my sleep, I was awaken by the sound of a guy trying to breath through blocked nose. Apparently he was feeling cold. I took a look at him and found out that he is not wearing shirt......  Maybe he was trying to prove the point that he is strong ( and failing miserably. Did I mention that he is the only one that is topless all the time? Well, perhaps he is trying to show off his hard trained muscles. Not that much bigger than mine. hpmh... :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning, took a bath and went to common area. Lifeless eyes greeted me. Except for some very few ppl who slept, I saw zombies everywhere. Anyway, we checked out and travelled from one end of singapore back to the other end for well needed rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-3141760066612575603?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3141760066612575603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3141760066612575603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/aloha-loyang-resort.html' title='Aloha Loyang Resort'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-5124806718702786283</id><published>2008-02-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:22:57.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness and abandonment is seeping into my heart</title><content type='html'>They say some dreams happen because of a deep inner thought. That is why some people will have nightmare after watching horror movies. I had a dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family were on a trip and I was very excited about it. We set off from home at 3am to board a ship. Well, I always have this fascination about being on sea and able to feel the waves, thus I was really enjoying my boat trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At day break, we reached a harbour and got off the ship. Then we boarded a bus which took us to a restaurant for meal. There are two floors and it looked like a traditional building all made of wood. I was eating at the first floor. After a while, I decided to go to second floor and saw my brother there. Of course there are more food and so I indulged myself in the food. After a while, I notice that the place is surprisingly quiet so I looked up and found out that everyone left. I looked around and notice a few bags that belongs to my family and I picked them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs, hoping that there is someone from the bus. To my dismay, it appears that I am the only one left. I looked at the bags and I keep thinking to myself that my family will come back for me because of the bags. They will notice that the bags are missing. (Funny that I didn't think that they will notice my disappearance). I just stood there waiting while other locals around me glanced at my curiously. I waited and waited while my disappointment and feeling of loneliness and abandonment grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up, still deeply affected by the feelings in my dream. Maybe that is what I am, a product of loneliness and abandonment. An outcast, a lone soul. but I will survive it... I should.. since I have long took away a huge part of my emotions.... survival........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-5124806718702786283?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5124806718702786283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5124806718702786283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/loneliness-and-abandonment-is-seeping.html' title='Loneliness and abandonment is seeping into my heart'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-649666528969447136</id><published>2008-01-23T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:15:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies and Untruth</title><content type='html'>I have been a bad boy. yesh.. bad.... telling lies like it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prof ask:" tell me something interesting about you so I can remember you by"&lt;br /&gt;Answer:" I live alone" while it should be " I am half deaf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof:" what is the worst  thing about staying alone"&lt;br /&gt;Answer:" Communication skills reduced" while it should be "don't dare to sleep when having high fever"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-649666528969447136?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/649666528969447136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/649666528969447136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/lies-and-untruth.html' title='Lies and Untruth'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7846342788463843431</id><published>2008-01-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:41:36.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAILURE! FAILURE!FAILURE!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Once again, my attempt to socialise has been dealt with a blow. One that would devastate me if it happened few years ago. Now I don feel much, just that the desire to socialise has been reduced again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never work. I will never be able to socialise with people no matter how I try. Some of my most frequent reply are "har?", "huh?", "sorry?" or just a stupid looking smile. My most frequent action will be not talking and pretending to be listening. I thought that if friends know about my disability (I used to deny this, but wth), at least they will be more considerate. Well, it doesn't help that when I replied with a "har?", one of them said to me and in front of 7 other ppl "oh I'm sorry, I forgot you are deaf". I was stunned and at least another of my friend was also stunned by that "apology". It is like rubbing salt into the wound, like taking a cracked vase and smash it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do? I say F it. Why the hell do I want to keep courting embarrassment and humiliation. I'm tired of it.  Just let me be alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7846342788463843431?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7846342788463843431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7846342788463843431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/failure-failurefailure.html' title='FAILURE! FAILURE!FAILURE!!!!!!!'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-1790256893017992503</id><published>2008-01-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:19:14.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionless</title><content type='html'>Someone says they find it weird that I do not seem to be nervous of worried about getting a job when everyone else are scurrying to secure a place in the work force. I was puzzled and wonder why I should be worried. Come to think of it, I am quite indifferent to a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't cry on funerals, I don't laugh heartily at jokes, I am not bothered much by many things. Why did it become like this? I guess I am just afraid of getting hurt. My heart has been broken before for various reasons. I supposed I set up a self protective barrier to enable my survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family, I was always the one who was more emotional, sensitive until I came to this country. People change. Oh yes. I changed. I nearly went nuts at one point of time. I guess I took some measures after that. Hopefully, I will reduce the chances of being hurt. Hopefully.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-1790256893017992503?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1790256893017992503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1790256893017992503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/emotionless.html' title='Emotionless'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-9219861469109118912</id><published>2007-12-28T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T19:42:09.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting fat!!!</title><content type='html'>I knew it. All the good food and good life is not good for health. My health was at peak during the inhuman sessions during JC. Now, I stare at my belly and sigh. It is time to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more extra rice&lt;br /&gt;Apparently exercising once per week is not enough to burn the calories and fat that I consume during my feast. I tried to exercise twice per day with disastrous results. I unknowingly pushed my body beyond limits and fell sick. So I shall stick with once per day and jogging at least twice per week.&lt;br /&gt;More fruits to get those food that I ate, out of my body faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle has begun. The battle against body weight. Victory shall be mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-9219861469109118912?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9219861469109118912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9219861469109118912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-getting-fat.html' title='I am getting fat!!!'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-3369842131969272690</id><published>2007-11-20T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:48:14.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering of cousins</title><content type='html'>I left exam half an hour early to attend a gathering dinner with my cousins. All right, it is partly because I do not know how to do the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Two of my cousin sisters from sabah (though one of them working in Australia now and one planning to study uni in KL) came down to the red dot for visit. (I would think that they wanted to visit another cousin and his baby more than meeting me and my brothers, but lets not go down that road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of em was famed to be pretty. I would think she is 19 years old. and she is pretty. Even with single eyelid. Petite, quiet, big clear eyes with matching eye brows and she is the youngest in the family just like me :) . Unfortunately, my brother is much more interested in her than I am in her.&lt;br /&gt;Brotherhood first, so I guess I shall continue to make myself less attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had dinner at a japanese buffet steamboat at sunset way. It was really enjoyable with light-hearted jokes, a cute baby, gorgeous young men, pretty girl and all. A  real treat that lightened me up after 2 disappointing exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the n-th rounds, we decided that we have enough of the buffet. So we went out and into another shop with nice air conditioning and layout, for dessert. we chatted, and chatted and chatted, exchanging information of other relatives and giving updates of each other. It was real nice and our topic of interest were quite similar because we are all not too far off in age. We were surprised when we were given free deserts on top of those that we ordered. Alas, we were too  full by now that we have to reject 4 servings of the desserts and shared instead (there were 8 of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, the whole eating took around 2 hours. And I think I am going to skip breakfast tomorrow. And a jogging session is on schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-3369842131969272690?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3369842131969272690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3369842131969272690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/gathering-of-cousins.html' title='Gathering of cousins'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-4750293318293045580</id><published>2007-11-19T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:00:42.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wierd community</title><content type='html'>The community in my area is weird!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can categorised them into two groups. One of them is active at night, the other is active in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those active in the night will inevitably cause some noise pollution much to the ire of those who are active in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those morning people have come together and decided that they would like to announce their existence by sounding their car alarm from as early as 6.30am. Almost every single morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the other poor people who are not involved in the noise pollution, god bless them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-4750293318293045580?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4750293318293045580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4750293318293045580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/wierd-community.html' title='wierd community'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-2095990402708141447</id><published>2007-11-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:40:39.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling bored?</title><content type='html'>visit&lt;br /&gt; www.hahaha.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-2095990402708141447?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2095990402708141447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2095990402708141447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/feeling-bored.html' title='feeling bored?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7291894067713238853</id><published>2007-11-10T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:39:01.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginative people?</title><content type='html'>I came to the conclusion that people living in my area have superb imagination. Listed below are some of the supporting cases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A person riding a bike with modified music player and sound system, thought that his motorbike is a performance stage, HDB blocks around him are his audiences, sound from the speaker is his, and he is performing to an appreciative audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Another person (or is it the same? no idea) thought that the 500m or so road linking HDB to the road is world class racing track. Why else would he race from one end to the other on his motorbike again and again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A group of youths (am tempted to mention their race, but then again better not) thought that 2.30am is daytime and they are free to talk (shout) to each other at residential area. Or that they are in a pub and need to shout to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Before I forget, there is an even more imaginative person who thinks that multi-level car park is race track and his motorcycle is meant for racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, are they imaginative or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7291894067713238853?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7291894067713238853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7291894067713238853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/imaginative-people.html' title='Imaginative people?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-1289085393171984924</id><published>2007-10-29T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:29:28.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and close relatives</title><content type='html'>Recently, two of my relatives are planning to get married. One of them at beginning of next year, the other end of next year. These should be  joyous events but they are not. To me and some other relatives, they are a mismatch. A total mismatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are physically good looking, well educated, from good family background, good character. But their other halves are really not up to standard. I know that some say that love is everything. But one of them, ( a guy) do not even love the girl. It is another case of the girl love him then he just accepts her. Not that there is anything wrong with it if he knows what he wants.  I talked to him and he said:" aiyah, now this girl still ok la, find a new one so troublesome, need to put in so much effort"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is a girl, her future husband..... my family met him during chinese new year. When I set sight upon him, I was in disbelieve.  He is a person without self-confidence, without good career (car sales man) going to marry a girl with Masters, father is lawyer and pretty?&lt;br /&gt;The reply from her father "he is the son of god" ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such reasons..... for something so important... I am speechless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-1289085393171984924?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1289085393171984924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1289085393171984924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/marriage-and-close-relatives.html' title='Marriage and close relatives'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-3585950001993927345</id><published>2007-10-14T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:22:29.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning bad luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok. It is confirmed. I have bad luck in the morning. Three mornings of bad luck in a row is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, is long wait for bus.&lt;br /&gt;Then is the 8 year old girl who died at neighbouring block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed my things and took a bus to interchange. Going to meet my brothers and go back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the bus, I went to upper deck to get a sit. At that time, I was feeling happy because I am going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where, I felt my shoulder being tapped so I turned back. First, I saw two fingers that have some wrinkles on them and some dirt. Then my sight followed the arm to look at the face.  It was a woman who is more than 50 years old, wearing a not so new t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking to me. I did not get what she is saying the first time. But it is ok, she repeated it again. Then I realised that she was speaking in Hokkien. She said something like "lio kao boa, jiat kopi" ($2.50, drink coffee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction..... I look at her and think to myself , "are you kidding me? since when did beggars turn change their work place to be on a bus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply to her is to turn and look outside the window, ignoring her. After she asked for 5 times, she went back to her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I start to think about what happened. My first guess was that she is not mentally sound and wanted to test my theory when other people came up to the second deck. Funny enough, she did not approach anyone else (do I look like those who will easily give away money?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curiosity was aroused. I wanted to take another look at her. So when the bus reached interchange, I took a look backwards as I was going down the stairs. I was freaked out. There was the lady, sitting 4 or 5 rows behind me. She was staring at me with anger, accusation, disbelieve, confused look (anger being the bigger part of it). I don't know how so many emotions can fit in the eyes but she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concluded that there is only two possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;1. She have some mental conditions. the look in her eyes have some similarity to the look of a person who is plain crazy. Trust me, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lets divert a while to a story in secondary school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;One fine day after school (my classes in morning), I waited at the bus stop for public bus to come. Suddenly, someone grabbed my tie (part of school uniform) and pulled me towards him. He was around 40's, Malay/Indonesian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;He pulled me very close to his face and stared at my eyes. I could hear his breathing which is like panting after heavy exercise. He uses a lot of strength on his hold of my tie and I had difficulty breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I could tell that he was very agitated and there is no way I could have matched his strength. (I was still a small skinny kid. And it is proven that crazy people have tremendous strength) All I could do was just stared back at him with terrified look on my face. Time seems to stop still and I was cursing at all the other students around me for not helping me or even noticing the situation I was in.  I wanted to look away but his face was too close to my face, blocking my vision of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;After an eternity (actual time is no more than 3 minutes), he released me and sit quietly, dejectedly. I quickly took off my tie and stood far from him, all the while keeping an eye on him, preparing to run away if he comes at me again. ( no idea how I was going to do it when my whole body was shaking from the shock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fortunately, he left it as it is. But those looks... those looks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;. Do ghosts roam around in the day time? If they do, she might be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(oh damn, I am writing this in the night. And I am alone in the whole damn apartment... oh shit&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;oh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/oh&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-3585950001993927345?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3585950001993927345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3585950001993927345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/morning-bad-luck.html' title='Morning bad luck'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-2522914774400849914</id><published>2007-10-12T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:40:00.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English, a double negative forms a positive, such as the phrase "not unfamiliar". But in some languages such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative.&lt;br /&gt;However, there is no language where a double positive can form a negative," said the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice from the back of the classroom said, "Yeah, right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-2522914774400849914?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2522914774400849914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2522914774400849914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/jokes.html' title='jokes'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-5580345659094108505</id><published>2007-10-12T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:18:52.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning occurances. Death</title><content type='html'>It seems that I have the worst of luck in the morning to actually stumbled upon death......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up relatively early in the morning (6.30am) to prepare for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was doing my morning exercise, I heard police siren which I dismissed as not important.&lt;br /&gt;We had fighter jets zooming above few times a week, what is a police siren compared to that?&lt;br /&gt;So I continue my preparation for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking towards the elavator, I spoted a police van stopping downstairs and 4 or 5 police officers got down. Now, what would require so many police officers? I was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ground floor, I notice that there is a police cordone at a neighbouring block and I walked towards it. I can see that some residents are standing around and explaining to other people what happened which I did not bother to listen to because I could guess what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tent set up by the police to cover something. I saw the tent before in news. Police used it to cover dead body. Taking a quick glance around, I saw people pointing upwards. So my second guess is that someone fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are only few options left in order of highest probability:&lt;br /&gt;1. Suicide - possible in view of high stress environment&lt;br /&gt;2. maid fell down - there were few cases of it already. Maid fell while cleaning windows&lt;br /&gt;3. Murder or effect of heated argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and walked towards bus stop. Another life lost just like that. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent check on news website revealed that the body is of a 8 year old girl.. So young... consequence of playfulness? sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-5580345659094108505?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5580345659094108505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5580345659094108505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/morning-occurances-death.html' title='Morning occurances. Death'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-1077715424315370471</id><published>2007-10-11T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:27:58.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardine can? or not.</title><content type='html'>There are two buses that heads towards university on the same route. One is sort of express, from interchange to university without stopping. I have to take the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a fine cooling and morning, I walked towards the bus stop while gentle breeze gently massage my face. I wanted to study in university for the whole day. I admit it is quite hard for me to make that decision :P. But I am in a good mood because the weather is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I waited at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a modern country that pride itself with its public transport, how long does it take to get on board a loop bus service? 10? 20? 30? I would say more than 35 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People waited in dismay as we saw not 1, not 2, not 3 but 4 direct express bus  passed by without one normal bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seems like an eternity (especially for those who are going for 8.30am class), bus arrive at 8.45am. As usual, I took a peek at the upper deck and found it to be empty. So I boarded the bus with dozen others. I was curious to see that other people are contented to stand at the lower deck, blocking other people from getting to the upper deck and thus depriving passengers from boarding the bus, even when there are plenty of seats at the upper deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my brain faulty or is it theirs? Given a choice of seating down comfortably with air-cond blowing down directly, they chose to stand and squeeze and sweat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-1077715424315370471?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1077715424315370471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1077715424315370471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/sardine-can-or-not.html' title='Sardine can? or not.'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-397589562657651930</id><published>2007-10-08T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:24:22.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>《清宫风云》片尾 歌词——“阴错阳差”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　未离别先有了牵挂，&lt;br /&gt;　　真牵挂却已是咫尺天涯。&lt;br /&gt;　　想说爱却开口成骂，&lt;br /&gt;　　真想骂却早已冰雪融化。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　近看是疤，远看是花。&lt;br /&gt;　　种瓜得豆，种豆得瓜。&lt;br /&gt;　　是什么它这样阴错阳差？&lt;br /&gt;　　啊……嗳……&lt;br /&gt;　　不小心就走进了瓜田李下。&lt;br /&gt;　　越小心越走不出迷魂八卦。&lt;br /&gt;　　啊……嗳……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　近看是疤，远看是花。&lt;br /&gt;　　种瓜得豆，种豆得瓜。&lt;br /&gt;　　是什么它这样阴错阳差？&lt;br /&gt;　　啊……嗳……&lt;br /&gt;　　不小心就走进了瓜田李下。&lt;br /&gt;　　越小心越走不出迷魂八卦。&lt;br /&gt;　　啊……嗳……&lt;br /&gt;　　这天下真叫做江山如画。&lt;br /&gt;　　这人间真叫人心乱如麻。&lt;br /&gt;　　啊……嗳……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-397589562657651930?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.56.com/u73/v_MTQ1NDY2Mzg.html' title='《清宫风云》片尾 歌词——“阴错阳差”'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/397589562657651930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/397589562657651930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_08.html' title='《清宫风云》片尾 歌词——“阴错阳差”'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-3722504050110245270</id><published>2007-10-07T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:02:28.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>关系</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;有时候，我会问自己。人与人之间到底要又怎么样的关系。亲如父母兄弟，住在一起却会有意见不一致的时候，从而导致双方都不愉快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个哥哥子中学起，在同一个班级读书。来到了异国，他们也一起住了快三年了。然而，他们却时常为了一些完全可以避免的事情而闹得不愉快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想妈提起，她说：&lt;br /&gt;“人呀，在一起难免会吵架。以前，我和你爸也我和你爸也是经常这样。年轻啊！要面子，谁都不愿意让步。现在不同了。现在老了。吵架的时候， 会想到 “何必呢？都已经相处了这么久。老来有伴就好了” ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可见，人的智慧是随着年龄而增长的。好面子，好生，是年轻人的缺点啊！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-3722504050110245270?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3722504050110245270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3722504050110245270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='关系'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-2891503758199918858</id><published>2007-10-03T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:23:12.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminar happenings</title><content type='html'>For the first time since the start of semester, I am early for the class. Previously, I had to rush there from another class and will always be late (well, truth is I seldom go for this class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seated at the front row, eyeing other students who started to trickle in. Alas, there is no super pretty gals or handsome guys to nourish my eyes. Lo and behold, the lecturer came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turn towards students and flashed his smile (his opinion: charming smile. My opinion: retarded smile). Then he goes on to turn on the computer and search for power point slides. Much to his dismay, he realised that he forgot to upload the slides, which means that students do not have it too. He rushed out of the class to try to ratify the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;the class waits.....&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, he came back and announced that he will give us break to go and print the power point slides. Unfortunately, students are not impressed as there should be a break whether or not there is a printing session. This simply means that there will not be a break because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that class is going to start (to cover previous materials which he left out because of 'time constrain'), he started to announce one by one the marks of assignment and quiz of each student in the seminar room.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;" XYZ, ah, first class material, quiz high marks, assignment good quality..."&lt;br /&gt;"ABC, ah, quiz not so good but assignment good. I respect you. You are better than me. I can see  your pain in doing the assignment. Well, everyone can do it but it is painful. You are better than me, you are better than professors........"&lt;br /&gt;"DEF, tsk tsk, both also not good, where are you? oh absent.. this is bad,........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not go on. For simplicity, just times each statement by 12 times. oh, these takes up 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, he cracked some 'jokes' and made some statements....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" when apply for job, females should say that she want to be single! (raising his hands and laughing) No company want to employ you if you say that you want to balance work and family unless you work for government"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you know, company that makes weapon are very powerful. They control the country. &lt;smiling&gt; they make the most money when there is war. &lt;excitingly, waving his hands around&gt; fight fight fight. This fight that, that fight this...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ok we will try to cover these materials. But my colleague do not want to cover this topic. Well, I am expert in this topic but they say that it is not important. It is important.............."&lt;br /&gt;" ah then this topic we will also try to cover. I am also an expert in this topic. I am expert in the world.... &lt;continue to talk about how great he is&gt;....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just one hour left ( out of 3 hours seminar), he let us off to print slides, saying that it is 10 minutes break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, printing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in class within 8 minutes and waits... Prof strolled in at the 20th minutes holding cup of coffee. Open his slides, turn volume to the maximum and started to play with his slides. Why the volume? because he wanted to put students in the star wars era with all the high pitch laser sounds he added into each and every single slides (previously was explosion sounds). So he click click click... While I hold my head, trying to withstand the onslaught of star wars......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; looking at summary page&gt;.. "Ok we have to cover this but we do not have time (thanks to who?) so we will cover until.... . Ah this topic, I am expert on this.... &lt;continue talking about his expert credentials...&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;10 minutes later&gt;, class starts with just 45 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he came upon one slides with errors. It appears as a plain and simple error to me because the next slide counters the argument, so does text book (should be the word before instead of after) Without realising it, he rattles on (reading slides). After a while, he notice something funny with the slides. start to crack his head. Being the expert that he is, he started to develop his own theory to match the slide (contradicting himself a few times while doing so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some of futile attempts at explaining it(students busy copying down the rubbish that he is saying). I asked him if it should be 'before' based on the next slides. He looks at next slide and have a blank look on his face. Turn towards his 'first class materials' students and ask them " how do I reconcile this?" After some attempts at trying to make his previous speech make sense, he realise that he couldn't and skipping the whole thing altogether........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" people should be humble ( I totally agree)... then continues talking how he is expert in this and that...."&lt;br /&gt;" I want you all to write a lot. I am expert in marking essays. For one point, write it out in different ways (where does the efficiency goes to?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, time ends and he continue to talk about not enough time.. bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this, is it a wonder why I hate going to the class? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-2891503758199918858?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2891503758199918858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2891503758199918858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/seminar-happenings.html' title='Seminar happenings'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7027508418764217811</id><published>2007-09-26T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:35:57.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>physical impaired...</title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself that I am fine, that I can live as normal people do. &lt;br /&gt;But truth is always harsh. It has proven me wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick and tired of telling everyone again and again about my condition. Not that I wanted others to pity me. Just that I do not want them to misunderstand me when I responded in a weird way during conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to sit on the right side. I hate to be in a noisy place. I hate to see the look that says :" gosh why am I talking to you? you don't even reply to my sentence. This is a waste of my time". I hate it. I hate it. HATE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying all I can to try to live with it. Turning all the way to the left when someone on my left is speaking. Guessing what they are talking about by looking at their lips. Avoid situation where I have to sit on the right side. Avoid going to noisy places. But sometimes, it is just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, there is a higher chance that I am misunderstood as not paying attention, snoobish, slow, blur.... To reduce the chance of it occuring, I am quiet during gathering so that people will not talk to me. Yeah, I am a quiet person with nothing much to talk about. So don't bother talking to me. At least this is quiet is better than cause misunderstanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there is one more thing I hate. Driving car and chatting at the same time, since driver seat is at the right side. If I am chatting, I'll have to turn to the left, my eyes will be busy trying to guess words by looking at lips movement. No, I was not involved in accident before, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If words of a specialist is true, I will have to live with this all my life. All my life.. Will the situation becomes better?? Maybe it will. That is if I wear a huge signboard saying that "I am partially deaf, Do not be offended". Well, maybe a small paper stuck on my forehead will be more subtle.  Or should I just plug earphones into my ear all the times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周围的人们在欢笑，&lt;br /&gt;说着笑话唱着歌，&lt;br /&gt;谈天说地多自在。&lt;br /&gt;可是我，无奈的我；&lt;br /&gt;只能一个人，&lt;br /&gt;默默的扮演我的角色；&lt;br /&gt;哑巴的角色，&lt;br /&gt;聋子的角色。&lt;br /&gt;期待能融入快乐的人们；&lt;br /&gt;却只能永远，&lt;br /&gt;做哑剧的观众。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7027508418764217811?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7027508418764217811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7027508418764217811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/physical-impaired.html' title='physical impaired...'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-6185863233457099110</id><published>2007-09-17T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:22:44.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death?</title><content type='html'>I had a dream..... Usually dreams are forgotten when a person wakes up. But not this dream. It is etched deep in my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started in the house of my mother's father in a village. My family was there for a visit I suppose. And I was cleaning ladder with a brush in the toilet(why cleaning? why ladder? hm..) &lt;br /&gt;Then as I was cleaning the ladder, the scene switched to me cleaning a head in the toilet. Yes, just a head. The funny thing is I do not feel afraid then, like it was a normal thing. The head belonged to my mum's father who passed away. The interesting thing is that the head was chattering away. This continues for some time until the head turned (how to turn without neck? no idea) towards me and said:" you can see me? you are dead??!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when my fear and uneasiness sets in. I dare not turn to look behind me because I was afraid of what I might see (my body lying on the floor). I was terrified. Suddenly, I saw my eldest brother at the entrance to the toilet. I knew then that he cannot see me or hear me but I wanted him to help me. So I banged against the toilet door. I saw him looked inside the toilet but the toilet was dark. He moved closer as my fear deepens............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And POOF!!!! I woke up.... What a dream.. This is the second time I dreamt of such things happening in that house which has been empty for a long time since my grandma moved and stay in my home. The previous time was the feeling of evil presence in the place.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been watching too much "Ghost Whisperer"? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-6185863233457099110?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/6185863233457099110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/6185863233457099110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/death.html' title='Death?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-5750820776432915893</id><published>2007-09-13T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:09:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We had free hugs. Now is free slap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C91IISz_oDM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C91IISz_oDM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-5750820776432915893?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5750820776432915893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5750820776432915893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-had-free-hugs-now-is-free-slap.html' title='We had free hugs. Now is free slap.'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-3641255060158591027</id><published>2007-09-10T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:43:43.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secured feelings?</title><content type='html'>I have heard and read about how people feel unsafe with the presence of foreign workers. I did not quite believe it, until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was queueing up for bus behind a cute girl. As people began to board the bus, I notice that there was a foreign worker who stared blatantly at the girl in front of me.  If I were in her position, I would feel uncomfortable too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do sympathise with the worker's position. Working long hours, away from wife and children. It could get lonely I suppose. But to stare at opposite gender in such a blatant way... is just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My respect for females that was given this treatment and yet managed it well. &lt;salute&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-3641255060158591027?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3641255060158591027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3641255060158591027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/secured-feelings.html' title='secured feelings?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-9142508319363670616</id><published>2007-09-02T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:56:17.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in stories..</title><content type='html'>'Sheng! get ready! We are going off to Library.' &lt;br /&gt;Such calls are not uncommon to hear when I was small. It was a routine every two weeks for each library. Me and my brothers will be packed into the car and travelled 40 minutes to libraries. There were 2 libraries that we frequented. One near town and another in industrial area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate to have parents who are well aware of the importance of reading. Hence we were members of 2 libraries. Each membership allows loan of 3 books for 2 weeks. So in total there will be 21 books from both libraries. I never really enjoyed reading when I was small. But I enjoyed the praise that I received from my mum when I passed the test. The test is to give a summary of what the book I read was about verbally. Normally, this is done when my mum was doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I started to like reading and hating it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it because it is a real pleasure to be able to read an interesting story that has an original theme. I frequently lost track of time when I had a good story to read. I could continue reading from the moment I am awake until I force myself to sleep late at night.&lt;br /&gt;For me, reading is an important way to to relieve stress or any other negative feelings that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all this reading is causing me lots of problem. Firstly, it is getting harder and harder to find good stories that is interesting and have a sense of humour and has original theme at the same time. Another thing is my addiction to reading which caused me to waste valuable time which I should be using to do tutorials and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot help it. The story world is too interesting. Every emotion can be found in stories.. happiness, cheekiness, ....  I so wish to have endless supplies of good stories to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stories... my life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-9142508319363670616?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9142508319363670616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9142508319363670616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/living-in-stories.html' title='Living in stories..'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-9165002045323685766</id><published>2007-09-01T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:10:19.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Prison</title><content type='html'>I realised that I was in prison and may still be in it for some time.&lt;br /&gt;A prison that confined my and block my interaction with people around me.&lt;br /&gt;A prison that was set up unintentionally by myself.&lt;br /&gt;which was influenced by the environment that I am in.&lt;br /&gt;where I lived alone in the whole unit.&lt;br /&gt;I got so used of being alone that I forgot what it is like to be in a group. sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because of survival instinct.&lt;br /&gt;Many things I do are viewed upon as weird. &lt;br /&gt;Eg: Looi Sing!!! you know how to sew? Are you sure you are a guy?&lt;br /&gt;  (the thing is, since sec school, both parents busy working. If I do not learn to do it myself I would have not enough uniform to wear.. )&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Why you so quiet?&lt;br /&gt;   (since pri 6, I have been lonely. brothers all in different sessions. parents all working. During that time I was afraid of thunderstorm. Especially when lightning caused a blackout.. I hugged my legs and sit in a corner for hours until the sky lights up or parents come back. I had to get use to loneliness, quietness hopelessness, etc etc to survive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, but all those are over. I shall open up more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-9165002045323685766?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9165002045323685766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9165002045323685766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/invisible-prison.html' title='Invisible Prison'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-9043618918971036929</id><published>2007-08-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:55:30.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we living happily?</title><content type='html'>When I watch tv programme, I pay special attention to the eyes of the celebrities and hosts.  I noticed that many of them have eyes that speaks of boredom, tiredness, unhappiness. This observation is not limited to celebrities. It is fairly easy to see people with dark eye rings dozing off in MRT. If one is more observant, it is easy to see that many people have unconsciously wear the worried look all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we living our life happily? I wonder.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-9043618918971036929?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9043618918971036929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/9043618918971036929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-we-living-happily.html' title='Are we living happily?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-334278222964645646</id><published>2007-07-30T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:26:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/yournews/photo.php?posterid=156&amp;photoid=169"&gt;Tornado?.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/yournews/photo.php?posterid=134&amp;amp;photoid=137"&gt;Tornado?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-334278222964645646?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/334278222964645646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/334278222964645646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-weather.html' title='Funny weather'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-2515615958011612843</id><published>2007-07-23T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:26:56.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>So it ends. Much like everything else, there is always an end. Such is the same for my attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I must admit that I felt a little bit sad that I cannot join my ex-colleagues in their fight with the papers and documents. Not that I like the job a lot. It is the people.&lt;br /&gt;    Hard to believe?  a month ago I was still cursing and swearing about the people and now I kind of miss them. The only reason is because I learnt about ways to handle people. I even went and bought a book on ways to handle difficult people. It helped. A month ago, they will be insulted or angry if I tell them about a mistake they made. But towards the end, they are able to accept it well and even apologise sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;    Why? because I made them my friends. We were able to joke, laugh and make fun of each other. All because I change the way I interact with them. Different people, Different time, Different mood all requires different ways of handling. I would say that I managed to find that way successfully. (Of course, the occasional treat of cakes and puffs help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The end of one thing, is only the beginning of another. Now I have to come up with a report on the attachment. I must admit that I do not really like to write a report. But then again, who likes it anyway. .. LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-2515615958011612843?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2515615958011612843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2515615958011612843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-4732949850825961557</id><published>2007-07-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:33:57.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy person in a crazy village</title><content type='html'>Don't know if any of you heard about the story.&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long time ago... ( as always)&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who came back to his village after working for a long time in the city.&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, he is a normal person. However, everyone around him is not of the right mind. So he was treated as a crazy person by the other villagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I heard and saw things that made me have the same feeling as the man mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my colleague are chinese speaking except for one. Well, apparently they have a sense that their chinese level is superior than Malaysian counterpart. So they teased me again and again without any regard for my delicate heart. However, their chinese is even worse than mine in terms of usage of words. I was so close at blurting out that they are wrong but I stopped myself. Why? Because my superiors also using making the mistake.  Furthermore, the mistake is so common that it has become a norm in this society where it will be a mistake for me to even say that it is a mistake (hm...seems to be hard to understand.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A said : You know ar... I met this very rude lady in the Mrt.&lt;br /&gt;B replied : Why? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;A :Well, it was very crowded in the mrt and I was standing at the door. Then when the mrt reach a stop, this lady ask me to give way and said that I should be more automatic in doing it without being asked to. She is so rude!!! I was waiting for people to say excuse me then I give way ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Question to A (which I did not ask since everyone who is around me agree with A)..&lt;br /&gt;1. Mrt doors are meant for people to enter and exit is it not?&lt;br /&gt;2. It is highly possible that there will be people boarding and unboarding mrt at each stop right?&lt;br /&gt;3. They have to use the door right?&lt;br /&gt;4. Given the situation, is it not clear that A should be expecting to give way for people to board and unboard mrt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. For me, even if I am not standing at the door, even if I am closing my eyes to rest, I would just take a while to see if people around me is getting off and if I am blocking their way or if I get a seat, if there is other people who needs the seat more than I do (elderly people, pregnant women etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it. Is it because the country is so well managed by government that people take things for granted? Is it because majority rules hence everything they do they think is right?... well well.... this is so wrong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-4732949850825961557?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4732949850825961557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4732949850825961557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazy-person-in-crazy-village.html' title='Crazy person in a crazy village'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-6659605253580591240</id><published>2007-07-10T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:49:29.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another failed attempt at finding my angel</title><content type='html'>Sigh, when will I ever find the one.....&lt;br /&gt;It all sound like right, except that the girl is not exactly what I wanted......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is in the same uni but different course as I am. We are doing our attachment in the same company.&lt;br /&gt;She have some tasks that require her to come to the department I am  in. We are from same country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it starts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 6pm. As a person who is very punctual, I left work at exactly 6pm. As usual, I walk at my pace which is slightly faster than other people. Which is a very good pace since I will be able to see more people along the way (meaning higher chances of seeing pretty gal, which I did quite a few times. but I shall not elaborate on it). Then I notice a person who looks very familiar in front of me. Hence I walked up to her and had conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;(from here onwards. shall switch to point form to save time and space... :)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to check her mobile phone contract status so I accompanied her since it is on the way and there was no queue.&lt;br /&gt;Boarded mrt and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;Got off at the same station and decided  in a indirect way that it is quite a good idea to have dinner together. ( of course, it is a pay separately type since not my gf and I am poor)&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, best time to get to know each other. So we did more talking.&lt;br /&gt;Decided that she is not my angel based on her thinking and mind set, character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds very detached? Maybe. But it is very hard to maintain love in the long term. So I think that for life partner, finding someone that I can be comfortable with even when there is no love, is important.  Hm... This is potentially debatable.. oh well.. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-6659605253580591240?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/6659605253580591240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/6659605253580591240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-failed-attempt-at-finding-my.html' title='Another failed attempt at finding my angel'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-4744547282059798527</id><published>2007-06-30T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:19:29.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work? battleground</title><content type='html'>I have already into the second half of my attachment period. Up until now, it has been a good training for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have been blamed for various things, some rightfully blamed while some are downright outrageous. Some blames are purposefully directed at me by some who appeared friendly and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked to do various tasks. Some are things that will help me learn, while most tasks are passed to me by other colleagues so that they can slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do not handle it well, I will be working until I pant like a dog after a 10km run and fuming mad like a dragon awakened from its sleep. Sometimes I will feel so dejected after work that my steps are heavy. Fortunately, I still manage to pull myself together for work on the next working day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work? I am not sure if I am ready for it. Not if the team that I will be working with are not efficient and when there is no accountability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-4744547282059798527?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4744547282059798527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4744547282059798527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/06/work-battleground.html' title='work? battleground'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7700291094818625630</id><published>2007-06-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:58:24.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping the needy. Is it really helping?</title><content type='html'>Beggars exists everywhere. Even in the richest country or a country with good social support system. How true.. I would say that it is a common sight to see people who try to get some money from our kindness. Some are really in a pitiful state and they are trying hard to show others that. We will see beggars with lost limb or limbs, and various other disabilities. Long time ago, I will not hesitate to fork out some change to give them. Now, I hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really helping them by giving them money? This is similar to a story...&lt;br /&gt;You feed a man a fish and he is fed once&lt;br /&gt;You teach a man to fish and he is fed a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;When we are giving money to beggars, we are actually feeding them fish. They may get to live now, but what about the future? There is a high chance that they will be dependent on society's kindness to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did  a mental calculation on how much a beggar actually gets. Although I always lament at how people in this country do not have courtesy and manners, I must admit that there is a fair number who are willing to donate money ( just look at the number of charity shows organised in a year. It is amazing). Assuming that a beggar pick a spot at a busy mrt station. The number of people passing by can easily reach a staggering 400. lets say one in every 40 people donate an average of 50 cents. That gives 5 dollars. Now all the info here are extremely conservative. Even so, there will be enough food to eat for days.... one if you want normal food (mixed rice). And what do they do? nothing much except to swallow their pride. However, my observation tells me that their pride is long gone. They are quite happy to beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not all are like that. Some are really in need. But I am sure there are other ways to seek help other than be beggars. Now and then, we hear about companies hiring disable people to work. It is not impossible to work when disabled. It is just about whether a person is willing to do so or not. Of course, I cannot fully understand how it is like to be disabled since I am only slightly disabled. But I believe that other people cannot help forever, only we can help ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7700291094818625630?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7700291094818625630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7700291094818625630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/06/helping-needy-is-it-really-helping.html' title='Helping the needy. Is it really helping?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7348041440116448748</id><published>2007-05-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:23:39.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment progress</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I gained the trust of supervisors and colleague. My ability at learning and completing task swiftly is recognised. I should be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not when I am being dumped with more and more tasks to do while the other intern is slacking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not when I am being asked to do things that any other person nearer can do. for example, I was asked to resolve copying issues when I am sure people who are seated just next to the machine will know it too ( I am seated all the way at the other end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not when expectations are set such that I work like a normal employee. I am just an intern who is paid a pathetic 600 dollars, less than half of the lowest paid in the department ( I am quite sure of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not when original schedule of learning other tasks is postponed indefinitely because I am just too good to be true in the section. they are seriously in need of more man-power ( or woman if you feel offended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should talk to my supervisor about learning other things. Hopefully she will be in a good mood tomorrow and have low chance to encounter mood swing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7348041440116448748?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7348041440116448748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7348041440116448748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/attachment-progress.html' title='Attachment progress'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-3983019097083816347</id><published>2007-05-17T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:36:39.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death from overwork</title><content type='html'>Apparently, illness and death from overwork is very common in Japan. So much so that they actually developed a special term for it so that it will be easy to refer to. My gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Singapore will not go to that stage. Hm.... But looking at the way people in my attached company works,  and if other companies are like that.. it may be possible that Singapore will face the problem of &lt;span&gt;karoshi ( special term for death at work) in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really necessary to work to such an extent? Well, I do know some people derive satisfaction and happiness from work. I would think that it is not the case for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;karoshi. Get a real life man.... and woman. There is really not much chance of finishing work because there will always be work to be done. Moderation is the key to happiness and health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-3983019097083816347?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/afp_asiapacific/view/276802/1/.html' title='Death from overwork'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3983019097083816347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3983019097083816347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/death-from-overwork.html' title='Death from overwork'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-3627959213577317219</id><published>2007-05-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:13:14.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day attachment</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it. I thought I grew out of the stage. The stage where I can't sleep the night before. And it is because of attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it did not rain when I was going to the company (even though it mr cloud was in bad, dark mood).&lt;br /&gt;I was worried about how the people at the company will be like. Luckily, everyone I met so far was friendly, helpful and quite lenient on certain rules. And and there is another classmate under the same supervisor, which makes the work less boring (which can be very boring esp since nothing much to do initially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how others are faring. I am under the department New Business Underwriting. It is an operation department. Sort of a go between for agents, actuarial department, marketing and sales, financial department. Sounds like fun. Hopefully will get to do more interesting and important task. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-3627959213577317219?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3627959213577317219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/3627959213577317219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-day-attachment.html' title='First day attachment'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7151858304406069587</id><published>2007-05-11T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:14:01.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twist and turn of life</title><content type='html'>Fate had a way to play joke on helpless living beings. &lt;br /&gt;In uni, there is an attachment programme. 2 supervisors will be assigned to a student where one will be from the organisation attached to, and one is a professor in uni.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing much to be said about the one from organisation since I would not know anyone from there. However, the professor from uni is quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that it is the same professor who fang fei gei on me and my friends. I was practically laughing at the irony of it. My trust for the professor is at bottom low. Now, I am supposed to entrust the professor into handling my attachment affair and problems. I am so going to hope that nothing unusual arises during my Attachment (nothing unusually bad, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment starting next week and will last for 10 weeks. However, most of the student feel that organisation take in students with low or no expectation, aka office boy/girl. Again, there is no way to verify this unless I am in it. Hope for the best... the best..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7151858304406069587?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7151858304406069587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7151858304406069587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/twist-and-turn-of-life.html' title='twist and turn of life'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-4251547100918746640</id><published>2007-05-06T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:14:39.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sick</title><content type='html'>Yes, I was literally sick when I am home. It all boils down to sleep deprivation. &lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep with my parents because I will not be able to sleep with my father's snoring. I cannot sleep with m grandma because I am afraid that I will make sound and awaken her. Hence, I cannot sleep well in both the rooms for sleeping in my house. It got so bad that I have to resort to sleep downstairs in living room. &lt;br /&gt;sigh.. now I am back in Singapore and recuperating. It sounds so weird. Normally people recuperate at home but I recuperate in a rented room. haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my short stay at home was enjoyable for my parents. Hahah.... we spent hours and hours watching the series - 天龙八部。naturally, I was bombarded with questions about who is the person in black, why they do that, what happen next etc etc... Fortunately, I read the story book more than 4 times and am able to remember the storyline. However, I kept mum on important things that will be a spoiler if I spill it too early.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I did have quality time with parents.  but not quantity. ah well... life is like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-4251547100918746640?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4251547100918746640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4251547100918746640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/home-sick.html' title='Home sick'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-2727446170455093012</id><published>2007-04-24T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:40:12.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arekara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-2727446170455093012?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.supload.com/listen?s=S1pvVFMZZ-p' title='arekara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2727446170455093012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2727446170455093012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_24.html' title='arekara'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-8192209011928370335</id><published>2007-04-24T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:02:03.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>胜之声</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;我们都有自己认为重要的东西。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;而为了这东西，我们努力去奋斗。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;然而，在奋斗的过程中，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;我们竟忘了真正重要的东西。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;我们的目标变模糊了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;我们开始为不重要的事情而忙碌。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;当我们发现已迷失了的时候，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;或许已经不能回头了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;对我来说，重要的事情是什么呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;我，开始彷徨。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;希望在不久的将来，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"&gt;我能找到我奋斗的目标。&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/17641575-8192209011928370335?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8192209011928370335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8192209011928370335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='胜之声'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7633193788194316672</id><published>2007-04-13T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:22:22.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inhuman sessions</title><content type='html'>imagine you are in a class that teach stochastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty&lt;br /&gt;Statistics &lt; survival model &lt; &lt; stochastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the official duration is 4 hours. First 2 hours lecture and last 2 hours tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;However, changes were made and the session becomes a 4 hours lecture or 4 hours tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Then factor in overtime of 1 hour for lecture and half an hour for tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my whole class (those that turned up ) go through a 5 hours lecture in the previous week. This week, it is a 4 and half hours tutorial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is when you can begin to observe different behaviours. especially after the 3 hours mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student A will eventually have a heavier head until it rest on the table. Then, the task of moisturising the table with saliva will begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student B and C will demonstrate high difficulty action of sleeping while still in the position of copying answers on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student D and E fished out a whole bar of chocolate and start to munch away. And to increase the fun of eating, they bite off the chocolate and keep it in their mouth. Then, took a picture with tongue stuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there will be the familiar sight of geniuses asking questions life no tomorrow. And fighting for a chance to do tutorials questions on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget the professor who is titanium built. He managed to give a 5 hours lecture (with a short break after first 2 hours). Oh, did I mention he was standing and at times was scribbling things ( that look foreign to most of the class except a few) on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will be bullying of a pitiful guy at the back of the class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha initially I wanted to write about how tiring and boring the class is.. Hm... it turned out to be interesting.. hehe... Ah well, thank goodness those decade long session has come to an end.... for now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7633193788194316672?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7633193788194316672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7633193788194316672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/inhuman-sessions.html' title='inhuman sessions'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-4667425709528774333</id><published>2007-04-12T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:36:54.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid business practices</title><content type='html'>It  is a wonder how some businesses manage to survive... I have 2 example to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, firstly is about hair cut. Due to the fact that I will be going for professional attachment after my exam, I went for a hair cut. As I pass by a Malay barber shop, I saw many barbers sitting around chatting. But there was no price board that is significant enough to catch my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was considering if I should get my hair cut there, a board caught my eye. It said unisex hair cut S$ 8.  So I turn around and ask the group of malay male barbers there.&lt;br /&gt;I said :' Gunting rambut berapa?' (how much for hair cut)&lt;br /&gt;B replied :' sepuluh' (ten)&lt;br /&gt;I asked :' tetapi sana gunting lapan dollar sahaja' (but that side cut only 8 dollars)&lt;br /&gt;B said :' Kalau macam itu, pergilah gunting kat sana' ( if so, go cut there la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and got my hair cut for 8 dollars. After haircut, there is even a promotion where I will get a free hair cut if I cut for 10 times. (though I think this is  bullshit. I cut once in 2 months.. 10 times? almost 2 years....). But the point is that, there is such a promotion, and lower price. I do not know what the other barber shop is thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another instance is about food. I was trying out a few stalls around my area. most of them have around the same price (2.7, 2.8,2.6). So after a while, I went to get my food at a vegetarian stall which sold me meal at 2.6. I took 3 dishes as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;However, when I was paying for it,  I thought I heard wrongly.... The lady there actually charged me for S$3.20. Ridiculously, it is even more expensive than normal meal with meat.&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to discriminate here, but her husband charged me 2.60..... Where the extra 60 cents come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am not going back to the barber shop and the vegetarian stall anymore.. stupid practices..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-4667425709528774333?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4667425709528774333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4667425709528774333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-business-practices.html' title='Stupid business practices'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-8289758704062670746</id><published>2007-04-08T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:06:27.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of the mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;our mind is very powerful. It determines whether we fail or succeed. By 'mind', it can be also be viewed as will power. With strong will power, we can overcome or enhance our physical body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, it would be quite an impossible task for me to jog from 8.30pm to 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;With a 2km warm up, 26 minutes non-stop, and 3 100 meter dash. (with some breaks in between of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my not so muscular legs and wonder where the strength comes from. the answer is from the mind. Many times while I was jogging, I was feeling to tire and wanted to give up. I know that if I stop, I will not be able to continue anymore. But with will power, I pushed myself on, moving my legs which were on the verge of cramping. This of course is the better version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The other version? is somewhat related to the mind and emotion side. There was this bf and gf. Well, the gal was not very pretty. But in a place where I am surrounded by people of over 40 years, the effect is significant. That is part of the reason I can continue on. HEHEHEHe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, the power of the mind is something which we should utilise. :) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-8289758704062670746?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8289758704062670746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/8289758704062670746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/power-of-mind.html' title='The power of the mind'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-5409716465954088564</id><published>2007-04-02T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:05:24.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected find</title><content type='html'>This morning, I was looking at the 2 pitiful arowana, apparently in state of hunger. As  the owners came back yesterday, I assumed they bought the food for arowana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I went to search for it (they usually put at one place if they want me to feed it). Then while I was searching, I notice something at one end. From far, it looked like vcds. So I thought that they gotten some not original vcd to watch. Then on closer inspection.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoala!!! it appears to be movies where actresses and actors try to save on clothings. &lt;br /&gt;And the owners stayed in their room for quite some time.. hm... Now I know what they were doing... LOL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I cannot figure out why they do not keep it in the master bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-5409716465954088564?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5409716465954088564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/5409716465954088564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/unexpected-find.html' title='unexpected find'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-4805848861762948614</id><published>2007-03-28T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:55:24.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what could have been</title><content type='html'>A lot of people always think of 'what could have been'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been a millionaire if I had taken that path...&lt;br /&gt;I could have gotten better result if I had study better...&lt;br /&gt;I could have been enjoying myself if I did not do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is almost one thing in common. People always think that they are in a worse position than they could have been. The fact is, we are never satisfied with what we have.  Why can't we think like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been worse off but I am better now&lt;br /&gt;I could just be like those people who are broke...&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we will feel better. Although it is not that nice to think of others as worse off than us. But I suppose if we don't do it blatantly, it would really help us feel happy, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching a show quite a long time ago. They interviewed quite a number of elderly people in singapore who lived alone. I felt quite sad when they said that they do not have any other relatives. It is even worse when they said that their children never come and visit them. The disappointment is clearly reflected in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I was thinking of the current situation in singapore. Many parents nowadays left their children in the care of childcare, maid, their parents etc etc.. I was thinking that maybe they are focusing too much on the present need and neglecting the long term factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person grow old, I would think that he/she would very much to be in the company of family who love them. The best way to foster this love is when their children are small. I believe humans know who are good to them and treat them accordingly. I cannot bear to think of how the situation will be like 40 or 50 years down the road... When people do not feel so strongly attached to their parents.. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-4805848861762948614?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4805848861762948614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/4805848861762948614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-could-have-been.html' title='what could have been'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-1324122690924836958</id><published>2007-03-26T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:07:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt my eyes!!!</title><content type='html'>I do not know whether I should be laugh or cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happen like this.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 4 days ago and looked into the mirror. hm.. there seems to be an insect bite at my nose. The position is just nice, in the sense that it is where my specs will rest on. It is not so bad. So I just ignored it and carry on doing what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day. Oh my god. it is swollen (a bit) hurts a little when wear specs. I applied some oilment and took the advice of my mum (place hot towel on it). Then I went out to get contact lenses because such bites don heal so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.. 'who the hell glued my right eyes together!!!!' Alas, it appears that the swelling has spread to my right eye. So I got up at 6 am and planned to visit the doctor in the morning. After checking the opening hours of the clinic, I realised that they only open at 8.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 8.30, I went to consult doctor. 'DA BLOODY CLINIC!!!!, waited like 2 1/2 hours!!!!' What is more, the doctor was not very willing to give information. Had to pry them out of him. Geez!!! He never even notice the swell has spreaded to my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I am stuck with 30 days of contact lenses. (min purchase is 30 days). Need a lot to get used to. Everytime I want to study, I will instinctively look for my specs then realised that I can see well. Of course there is the hassle of spending around 30 minutes to put them on in the first place ( I am still very noob at it). Furthermore, I normally bath many times per day. oh damn, cannot wear contacts when bathing.. sigh.. sigh.. I guess the landlord will be wondering at the lower water bill this month.. LOL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-1324122690924836958?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1324122690924836958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1324122690924836958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-felt-my-eyes.html' title='I felt my eyes!!!'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-2443758209649096802</id><published>2007-03-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:41:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream girl?</title><content type='html'>I met my dream girl.. in my dream (duh).&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the content of the dream. though I cannot remember clearly that face of the girl.. sigh... I remembered that she is slim, long hair, and not too tall. I swear that I nvr thought of anything related to the girl that appeared in my dreams. By the way, I never met the girl before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, me and the girl loved each other very much. so much so that we cannot live without each other. SAdly, her parents voiced their strong objection. I still remember the pain that I felt in my heart. Then, I woke up.. sigh.. such a short dream. What happen after that? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If want to create story, I would say that me and the girl commited suicide and then promised to be together in the next life (got the idea from a story book I read in HSS library :P). hehe.. I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.... sleepy again.. been sleeping too much nowadays.. hoping to meet the dream girl .wahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-2443758209649096802?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2443758209649096802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/2443758209649096802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/dream-girl.html' title='dream girl?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7244997576801551366</id><published>2007-03-13T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:14:26.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great timing</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. just when many things are happening, I am ill. All because of the stupid weather. for the past few days, it was so hot, dry and there is no wind. Then today, it rained heavily.. Thus, I am down with fever and sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was planning to go back for qing ming. And new development is that  my grand uncle is hovering on the edge of death, so they might go back earlier than this saturday.  To complicate matter, there is a stochastic quiz next friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave class early ( 4 hours seminar) and skipped communication class after that because I felt so cold I was shivering, even with  jacket on. Hence I walked to canteen and bought 2 packet of rice then headed home. I knew that there is no way I am going to walk out again in the evening to get dinner. My leg muscles are trying to make me  feel numb of pain. SO I reached my rented place and start searching for panadol. Alas, there seems to be no trace of their existance. After dumping things around for a while, I found a row of tablet with just 2 left. God knows when I got them. Much to my joy, it appears to contain paracetamol. I just downed them, hopefully, they will work wonders for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. now my back  start to ache.. sigh.. stupid illness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7244997576801551366?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7244997576801551366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7244997576801551366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/great-timing.html' title='great timing'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-7557374829482232278</id><published>2007-03-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:14:14.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old.. sob.. old...</title><content type='html'>I was happily cradling my packed food and bread, walking towards my block. Just before I went into the lift, I saw 2 kids riding bicycle, apparently wanting to get on the lift.&lt;br /&gt;As a basic courtesy, I waited for them to get in. The younger one looked and me and said 'xie xie' (thank you).&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.. wow, such a good mannered kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached 5th floor ( we stayed at same floor), the elder kid got out first. Then the younger one insisted I go out before him.  My good impression of them increases. Then when I was walking off, one of them yelled 'xie xie' again. However, what happened next left me laughing. After that, he addressed me as 'uncle'!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I nearly stumbled and fell. Do I seriously loook that old? or is it that it is accurate to address people my age as uncle? hm... haih...  cheers to the 'uncle'... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-7557374829482232278?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7557374829482232278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/7557374829482232278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-sob-old.html' title='old.. sob.. old...'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-1066094964875511421</id><published>2007-03-01T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:15:13.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragility and helplessness of life</title><content type='html'>Recently, I cannot help but to think that human are so helpless in the face of nature (or god ). No matter what we do, we will all die. It is quite sad that the inevitable thing is, we are all living a day less as we live each day. I cannot believe that my father is about to retire soon, I do not wish to believe. But there is no denying it. My parents are ageing, even more so for my grandma. It is disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I talk to my grandma, she was so happy and tell me about her life last time, her other children and many other things. Then after some time, it struck me that she does not remember what she told me 40 minutes ago. She is repeating herself over... and over again. Her memory is failing her. Tears welled up in my eyes then and now too as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How can we live when we know that we will grow old, helpless, body ache everywhere, failing memory and health. When we will have to be dependent on other people once again when we are independent for so many years. Sometimes when I walk pass an old perso, I wonder what is on his/her mind. Where they are can only walk slowly and watch young people zeep pass them. When I sat waiting for bus, I see them having to rest at each and every bus stop that they come across before continuing their slow walk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The only thing that they can be happy about is if they have children and grandchildren that are successful and filial. Successful does not necesarry means earn a lot of money, success varies from person to person. I would think success is when a person can earn a living without resorting to unlawful means. Success is when their children are able to live independent and comfortable in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To all the people who are reading this, think of what you want when you are old. If you are staying with your parents, be more considerate to them. Don't think that they are bothersome when they nag at you. They do it because they care for you. For those who are not staying with  your parents, make a trip back and visit them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I can feel and see that my parents are extremely happy when I go back and stay even for a few days. Similarly, I can see the disappointment clearly written on their face when I have to tell them that I ahve to go be back to Singapore. My heart wrenches when I know that my father took leave off to accompany me only to know that I have to go back to Singapore on the very first day of his leave. I'm sorry.... I'm very sorry.. I don't know how I can ever repay what my parents did for me, other then to live meaningfully. But deep in my heart, I know that it is just not enough. Nothing is ever enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I still can remember when I was around 7 years old. I was very sick, high fever, no appetite, no strength to walk. It was past mid-night, my area was not very developed, 24 hours clinic was not available. My father tried to make me feel better by carrying me, walking around and talking softly to me until I fell asleep. Even when I was an adult, the care from my parents never cease.&lt;br /&gt;    I was in uni hostel, I had high fever... so much so that I felt light headed and fall down when I was standing. I do not want parents to worry so I did not tell them, but they called and found out I was very sick. On that very same night, they drove over and fetch me back so they can take care of me. My mum even took leave to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me and my brothers are in singapore working and studying. My parents are afraid that we do not get good food to eat. Hence, every Sunday, my mum will wake up at 5.30am to cook fish, my father will make carrot juice. Then they will drive over with other fruits, biscuits, and other basic necessities. I feel bad when I see my parents and they have the tire look in their eyes. I feel even worse when their tiredness are quickly washed away when they see me and my brothers. I swear I will take every opportunity to go back and visit them whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I can never repay what they did for me, ever......&lt;br /&gt;     Sigh.. things will be much more simple if humans are without emotion. But then, it will be a sad thing too. nothing can ever be perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-1066094964875511421?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1066094964875511421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/1066094964875511421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/fragility-and-helplessness-of-life.html' title='Fragility and helplessness of life'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-117154620907799729</id><published>2007-02-15T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:30:09.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>group bad luck</title><content type='html'>I always have bad luck with groups. And it seems that it is not about to stop now. Though previous times,.. the end result was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, my Final Year Project group went to do&lt;br /&gt;research on potential topics,&lt;br /&gt;emailed professors,&lt;br /&gt;made phone calls to professors,&lt;br /&gt;made appointment with professors ,&lt;br /&gt;knocked on professors' door many times (most of the time professors not in),&lt;br /&gt;Discussed topics with professors,&lt;br /&gt; listen to professors' counter proposal,&lt;br /&gt;Analysed each professor and their topic,&lt;br /&gt;Decided on professor and topic&lt;br /&gt;Went to talk to him again&lt;br /&gt;confirmed with him that we are doing with him&lt;br /&gt;happily go to register on website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to find an email from the professors after few days telling us that he promised another group beforehand...&lt;br /&gt;And we rejected another good professor already... now left nowhere... WTF!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-117154620907799729?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/117154620907799729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/117154620907799729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/group-bad-luck.html' title='group bad luck'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-117051112774384989</id><published>2007-02-03T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:58:47.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor mind set?</title><content type='html'>How will you define a hard question?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a question that need a clear understanding of what was taught?&lt;br /&gt;or is it the professors' idea of questions that involve things that were not taught at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT is the whole problem. Ever since last semester, it is a frustrating experience when attempting to do tutorials. There will be terms, methods, relationships etc that students were not taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the professor will come happily for seminar and give a lecture. After that, he will discuss the previous tutorial of previous lecture. When he was explaining a hard question that students cannot do, he will say some things that make students feel even worse .Eg: 'eh? why you cannot do? but I just mentioned in the lecture just now.' Got the point? a tutorial which was supposed to be based on previous week's lecture, have concepts that were only taught in this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that there will always be some mysterious creature (definitely not human) who will be able to obtain a solution to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH!!!!! damn it. I may have to execute my own study style and quit following what others are doing... sigh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-117051112774384989?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/117051112774384989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/117051112774384989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/professor-mind-set.html' title='Professor mind set?'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116999999147482505</id><published>2007-01-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:59:51.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Path of torture</title><content type='html'>Yes indeed. I walked the path that few take. (reminds me of English literature, Form 5, haha....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot juice at dinner +&lt;br /&gt;5 banana after dinner +&lt;br /&gt;jogging with ankle weights&lt;br /&gt;= ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smelly business. &lt;br /&gt;A disaster when you not near a toilet (or a bush, depends on where you are or rather, what time period you are from.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Hell, when you are in a civilised country with many people around and toilet are nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know the place, it is from SRC NTU to Jurong West sports complex. That will be known to me as path of torture from now on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is another test of mental (and bowel) strength.&lt;br /&gt;It is a battle between temptation and sanity&lt;br /&gt;It is a ultimate test of civilisation&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and the list goes on :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I made it back thru self-&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;hypnotize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I am nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'since I am nothing, I cannot feel anything'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah well, enough of it already. Hope there will not be a third experience for me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116999999147482505?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116999999147482505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116999999147482505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/path-of-torture.html' title='Path of torture'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116977101322228913</id><published>2007-01-26T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T08:23:33.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Attachment</title><content type='html'>It is the period where business and accountancy second year student have to register for professional attachment.&lt;br /&gt;I was happily logging onto the system thinking of all the big and famous insurance firm that will be available for application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas!!! to my disappointment, there is only one major insurance company-Great Eastern. The other companies are not really related to actuarial science. And we were asked to apply for Great Eastern before. The responses that some students received were of positions not related to actuarial science too. This leads me to think that many people do not really know what actuarial science is all about. That includes people from career services (because they got those companies for actuarial science).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I noticed discrimination against foreigners by companies or organisations. They put requirement as "Singaporeans only" or "Singaporeans and PRs only" (which don't make much difference since students rarely are able to get PRs). Well, I shall not name those companies or organisation. So there is 2 more group of positions that is not available to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On further checking, there is an European company that  offers many positions for actuarial students. However, 1/3 of the positions needs people who are willing to work European hours.  If I take the position, I will be working from 9pm to 1 or 3 am. It will be a suicide for people who sleep early, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..... what to do? what to do.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116977101322228913?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116977101322228913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116977101322228913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/professional-attachment.html' title='Professional Attachment'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116945303542184075</id><published>2007-01-22T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:03:55.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>Icannot believe it. Ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ｏｎｅ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｌｅａｓｔ　ｓｕｂｊｅｃｔｓ　ａｎｄ　ｙｅｔ　I have one of the longest study hours.&lt;br /&gt;Been doing tutorials all the time... Survival and stochastic together in one sem is really crazy... &lt;br /&gt;Starting to get used to survival. But stochastics still make me have headache.. It is like a totally different language that I do not understand. haih..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116945303542184075?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116945303542184075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116945303542184075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116921083008997148</id><published>2007-01-19T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:47:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more cons of HDB</title><content type='html'>It is quite eerie. There are so many funerals going on around my place. One just concluded last night. Then tonight there is another one just under me, 5 floor under me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have seen around 6 funerals that was carried out.&lt;br /&gt;The worst is, it is just the tip of the ice berg. This is because I can only observe funerals carried out in taoist style. So, there are actually much more deaths around here, deaths concerning Muslims or Christians or other religion that does not carry out their funeral at open spaces around my block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;suddenly&gt;.. Brrrr..... better stop now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116921083008997148?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116921083008997148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116921083008997148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-cons-of-hdb.html' title='more cons of HDB'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116877314933413175</id><published>2007-01-14T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:12:29.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head.. oh my head....</title><content type='html'>I am being plague by dizziness. It happened few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Well,initially it was quite fun. However as time progress, I found out that it shows no sign of going away. To make matter worse, it seems to be constant dizziness. Maybe I should consult the doctor someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;now it is even harder for me to do survival and stochastic which needs full concentration. sigh. so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. how does my dizziness feels. Well, it is not associated much with motion. It seems to be more like feeling of head expanding. How I wish that is really the case. Then I would be able to handle my course with ease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116877314933413175?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116877314933413175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116877314933413175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-head-oh-my-head.html' title='My head.. oh my head....'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116859915600093773</id><published>2007-01-12T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:52:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actuarial in NTU = suicide</title><content type='html'>Here I am at the start of a new semester. Well, students will normally have a easy start at the beginning of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;However, not the case for actuarial course. Up till now (which is just the first week) I have 2 lectures that I have to switch to blur mode. Got some idea after reading many times thru Survival Modelling. As for Stochastic, it is like aids.. very deadly. Of course, you'll have the ppl in class who will still tops and do tutorial when lecture is on. Unfortunately, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I always have a tendency to commit suicide. When I exercise (swimming, jogging) I tend to over-exert myself to the point of breaking. I may have gone too far in my suicide attempt this time by taking this course.&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to survive this semester? If I can, I wil survive anything. If not, it will spell disaster for me which is comparable to "The Day After Tomorrow".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116859915600093773?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116859915600093773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116859915600093773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/actuarial-in-ntu-suicide.html' title='Actuarial in NTU = suicide'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116835540892887007</id><published>2007-01-09T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:10:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>year of bad luck</title><content type='html'>First there was the bloody Survival Modelling seminar. The 70 years old tutor managed to get almost 90% of the class to be blur/confused/blank. He contradicted himself on numerous occasion and pass off confusing parts (at least for me)  with the words "you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had to do an assignment in 24hours. Just before I check the question, my computer had a performance of a total crash. Nothing can bo done to save it anymore.. poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;And with no question and no computer to do the assignment, I turned to my brothers' place for divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tried to figure out what was wrong with my computer. In the process of testing, my computer burnt my brother's graphics card.&lt;br /&gt;Test result:&lt;br /&gt;Graphics card    functional&lt;br /&gt;Hard disc            mildly fucntional&lt;br /&gt;Power supply     packs a punch to kill ppl ( OK)&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't know computer, cd-rom, dvd-rom or floppy disc have nothing much to do with the main system. So did not bother checking those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that the problem lies with mother board or CPU. Conclusion, most probably mother board is overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my graphics card went to my brother as compensation. What was left of my com was left there as decoration. And I took a laptop back to use. Well, it belongs to my brother's gf. Technically, still my brother's because he bought it.. hm.. ah well. Brother buying another one soon for me so I use this one temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that lap tops are generally much more slower and retarded compared to desk top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, the year of 2007 is the year of bad luck. The devils are coming to wreak havoc!!!! ROAR!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116835540892887007?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116835540892887007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116835540892887007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-of-bad-luck.html' title='year of bad luck'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116818047945351102</id><published>2007-01-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:34:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting of lonely person</title><content type='html'>I was told by many people, especially family members and relatives that I am a very independent person. A person who can take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;They said it as if it is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy, but why is there something in my heart tugging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since small, I think I am sort of left out. My brothers were closer in age, so they mingle better together. They play a lot of games together. On the other hand, I was the sickly one. That was one of the reason why parents doted on me more I guess, which makes it even worse.  I was always in a fight with my brothers when I was small. I never knew where the passion for it came from. Well, I was mostly the one who suffer injuries. Hell, our fights even made mom so frustrated that she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two brothers went to primary school. There are 6 years in primary school. Well, as my brothers are closer in age, they spent more time together, going to school and coming back home. At that time there were 2 sessions, morning and afternoon. I seems to be on the wrong side of the session for the most of my primary school education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a timid guy and very dependent in lower primary. Afraid of communicating with strangers. Low confidence in myself. I hated to go to primary school so much that I was having stress behaviour like stomatche pain when in school, even got a gastric attack once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got better after a while. I started to get used to life in primary school and got into quite a few fights with classmates. I remembered causing blue black on the face of one, and on the stomache of the other. All the people involved were taken to the office (obviously). Fortunately, we were let off easily because we were in the first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was primary 6, Mum started to work. Food was catered for lunch. At this time, I was in morning session, while my brothers were in the afternoon session and in the same class. So I basically spent the whole afternoon alone at home. Luckily there were afternoon tuition sessions in school for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I was a coward. However, it faded as I experience numerous thunderstorm where blackout occur. Haha.. there is no one to turn to  for comfort. When such blackout occur, I would light a candle and cuddle my knees in one corner and waited.. and light another candle,.. and waited.. till thunderstorm was over or parents came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the reason why I had the dream where I was hit by lightning, which happen many times and becomes more vivid each time. I still remember it, hard not to when it haunts my rainy days.  The location was front yard of my house.&lt;br /&gt;The first time, it hit me when I was looking down, I see nothing much just feel numb all over.&lt;br /&gt;Second time, I saw some light and then numb&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The last and final time is me looking up into the sky as the lightning came down on me. I see the colour very clearly now, white with purple and some red, pretty.. Then I was laying down. Slowly losing conciousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of another dream that I had. I was in a place where everything was crazy... Wanted to breath but cannot breath (wouldn't die though). People were all naked, in some sort of transparent tube being sent off to space. I can see people are crying, but the sound they made was of laughter. It is the feeling of doom but there is nothing anyone can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;This is the dream that I always had when I take afternoon nap when I was small (small kid having afternoon nap is very normal). Thus, I try to keep awake even when I was very tire. I will not take a nap even when I was made to lay down on bed with mum patting me (this happen before primary school).&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can sleep then. However I know that I will keep having that dream. The worst part is that even when I woke up and sitting on sofa, I will still be in a daze, mentally replaying the dream over and over and over again. I was feeling so helpless, lonely, feeling that there is no one to turn to for help, that no one understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I completed my primary school education. I wanted to go to the same school with my brothers and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that luck was not with me. It appears that the principle of my brothers' sec school rejected all application of chinese students. I have to go to another school which was about half an hour away by car while my brothers only need to take 5 minutes walk to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it began again. Me going to school while they come back. We don't meet during the day time because I had to leave earlier as my school is further.  I tried to live with it. It got so bad that I loathe to go home. Especially after my brothers went to singapore to study and I was still in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;When I was form 5, I got my driving license. So I drove the old car to school alone. After school, I would frequently drive around in circles and drive slow, or stay at friend's place. I didn't want to go home because I know that there is no one at home, only the cold empty house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress in JC is impossible. I faced my biggest challenge. I started to like ice-cream. I could eat the whole tube myself, just digging the spoon into it again and again. I would take walk around the campus at night, wandering around just feeling the air blowing.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I broke down. on the night of concert, I did not go back to hostel together with other friends. I had to find a place to hid myself. I went to my brother's place to stay over. It was a saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, parents came over to visit. I tried to talk so that I can get the stress out of me. I was scolded at when my father found such weakness in me. I sought comfort, and failed again.&lt;br /&gt;I was basically like a zombie then, just trying to get back to my room in hall. I HAD to do something. something to take my mind off my problems. I did something crazy. That was when I SHAVED totally BALD!!&lt;br /&gt;Friends and teachers asked me if I am alright. I just smiled. Could I seek comfort and understanding from them? I did not know. I lost confidence in that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started to keep things to myself. All my problems have to be solved by myself. I became a habit. So much so that even when I got sick, got badly injured, I still am independent.&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget the pain when I cleaned my wound on my eye brow, a result of imflammation from insect bite. there was basically a hole in the not so thick skin of my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget the night when I limped from SRC to the new hall 3. I didn't know how serious my injury was at that time. I was just thinking to myself that I must get myself beck to my room no matter what. After that? 2 weeks where I was unable to walk well. I even skipped 1 week class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am independent. It is a good thing yes, but also lonely too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read story books, it kept my mind off reality.&lt;br /&gt;I like to listen to radio, especially when dee jay is talking, it makes me less lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I like to exercise, it helps to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;I meditate to calm myself.&lt;br /&gt;I still eat some ice-cream (though trying to decrease it, getting out of shape).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... for a better tomorrow.... tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116818047945351102?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116818047945351102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116818047945351102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/ranting-of-lonely-person.html' title='Ranting of lonely person'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116809362822802554</id><published>2007-01-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:27:08.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ideal life</title><content type='html'>I had a most wonderful moment today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;The sun was bright but not hot&lt;br /&gt;The air was slightly cool&lt;br /&gt;The sky was bright blue&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing gently&lt;br /&gt;And I was just lazing on the leather sofa&lt;br /&gt;Staring out at the sky&lt;br /&gt;With the wind gently caressing my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the memory lingers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116809362822802554?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116809362822802554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116809362822802554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/ideal-life.html' title='ideal life'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116798076344489550</id><published>2007-01-05T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:07:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>结束</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就这样&lt;br /&gt;一切都结束了&lt;br /&gt;漫长的等待&lt;br /&gt;漫长的期盼&lt;br /&gt;换回来的&lt;br /&gt;只是无奈的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样的抉择&lt;br /&gt;是正确的吗&lt;br /&gt;是最好的吗&lt;br /&gt;又有谁知道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;诚心的祝福&lt;br /&gt;幸福的人&lt;br /&gt;但愿好景长存&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116798076344489550?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116798076344489550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116798076344489550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='结束'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116765628669810004</id><published>2007-01-01T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:58:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporeans</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the things that they tell you about Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Singaporeans are very well mannered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If so, why the hell they have courtesy campaign, why do I see Singapore car drive on road shoulder and try to cut lane in front of me (which of course he failed, thanks to my superb driving skill and the car full of people. Well, they are still afraid when in Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;            And need I mention the frequent occurances of ill-mannered behavior at public transport? The throng of Kiasu ppl who don even want to let passengers get of mrt. What is saddening is that some parents are doing it with their children. Make a guess. What would be future generation like?&lt;br /&gt;            And the seemingly very tire ppl in mrt that seldom have the heart to give up their seat to ppl in need.  It is even more maddening when it involves strong, healthy ppl, aka teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore is a very clean country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have on many occasions, witnessed people from all walks of life (race, age, etc), being very creative by making a rubbish bin of everything, be it pavement, grass, sand, drainage, public transport.........&lt;br /&gt;       There is once I was behind 2 malay boy. My guess is they are in primary school. They were very happy, chatting away, laughing... All these seems fine, until one of them start to tear apart the set of newspaper he is holding, and slowly throw bits and pieces of them as he walk.&lt;br /&gt;        Just to be fair, race is not determining factor. I just saw a chinese opening up wrappers of sth that he bought, while walking towards bus stop. He did not even bother to throw them into dustbins which are situated at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;        Maybe they just hates the pavement, some old grudge when they were small, where they fall down on the pavement.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are many more out there who are not like that, fortunately. But It seems that more and more people are becoming more selfish. Many things in Singapore are also taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleanliness that was the pride of Singapore, is the hardwork of legions of foreign workers, who cleaned the place, not to make it clean, but so that it don't look too dirty. Yes, the littering is that bad.. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance to learn Chinese is not given its deserved appreciation. I remembered that my secondary school in Johore actually discouraged Chinese to take Chinese language paper. We had to attend classes outside school hours and our Chinese language teacher keeps changing. We even have to source for our own teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I suddenly wanted to write all these after reading Heah's blog. haha.. He is so hardworking in updating his blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116765628669810004?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116765628669810004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116765628669810004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/singaporeans.html' title='Singaporeans'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116727662833749385</id><published>2006-12-28T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:30:28.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>result out</title><content type='html'>sigh.. result is out. And I have to check it in the uncomfort of a cyber cafe near my house in Johore. Can't say that the result is fabulous but it  had to be enough. Ah well, at least I am not in the category where I will be forced to change course. Yup. Survival yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stochastic, KILL ME SOON!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116727662833749385?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116727662833749385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116727662833749385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/result-out.html' title='result out'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116490063548401373</id><published>2006-11-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:30:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid guy. but quite funny. haha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gw4bQKiLkQ4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gw4bQKiLkQ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116490063548401373?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116490063548401373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116490063548401373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-guy-but-quite-funny-haha.html' title='Stupid guy. but quite funny. haha..'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116489923234167037</id><published>2006-11-30T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:07:12.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last paper, Last paper, Let it be over....</title><content type='html'>SIEN... SIEN... SIEN...&lt;br /&gt;Some people already finish exam and celebrating. I still have one more paper tomorrow. haih...&lt;br /&gt;To add salt to wound, some of my previous papers are less than satisfactory.  Sigh.. Hope that the adjustment will help to pull up mr grades a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam Exam come come.. come to papa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116489923234167037?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116489923234167037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116489923234167037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-paper-last-paper-let-it-be-over.html' title='Last paper, Last paper, Let it be over....'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116438032112959678</id><published>2006-11-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:58:41.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from my phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For quite some time, cannot upload photos from my phone because my brother took away my blue tooth device for my desktop&lt;br /&gt;Then, now I transfer it to PDA via bluetooth. then use cable to download from PDA to my desktop. One big round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is, this is the one that happen last year in my hall room. It crawled into my room. Tasty huh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(notice the size)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i84.imagethrust.com/images/2eil/view-image/bugattack.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.imagethrust.com/t/531609/bugattack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Handsome guy.. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.imagethrust.com/images/2eis/view-image/me-in-blazer.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.imagethrust.com/t/531616/meinblazer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My lil cousin sis, this taken lats year 19th september, her birthday. Now she taller and still so skinny.. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i84.imagethrust.com/images/2eit/view-image/cute-little-cousin-sis-and-grandma.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.imagethrust.com/t/531617/cutelittlecousinsisandgra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These, costs me S$40. Just tried them out just now. Wonderful workout I say. Though now only use half of the weights. Which is 2.5 lbs or 1.135 kg. Gonna increase as time goes by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i84.imagethrust.com/images/2eiu/view-image/new-toy.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.imagethrust.com/t/531618/newtoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i84.imagethrust.com/images/2eiv/view-image/new-toy-2.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.imagethrust.com/t/531619/newtoy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116438032112959678?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116438032112959678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116438032112959678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/photos-from-my-phone.html' title='Photos from my phone.'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116421143309018300</id><published>2006-11-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:05:44.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIND THE WAY</title><content type='html'>This is a very nice song. The video is on Gundam Seed. If watched gundam seed before, the song mroe meaningful. But it is still nice without the video. Enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tLur5LFGeG0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tLur5LFGeG0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116421143309018300?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116421143309018300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116421143309018300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/find-way.html' title='FIND THE WAY'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116420867536695036</id><published>2006-11-22T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:17:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one, two; one, two; one, two;</title><content type='html'>suddenly have the urge to jog. they urge struck at around 9pm. Tried unsuccessfully to invite siew kee along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on a solo mission. A mission that will never end.. until.... (answer known at the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went jogging from my place to university. University is my best choice to jog. The reasons are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Not many cars&lt;br /&gt;2. Unbroken tracks for a long time&lt;br /&gt;3. fresher air&lt;br /&gt;4. a lot of trees around (no pinang tree... fortunately)&lt;br /&gt;5. Well, who knows, you might get lucky and get a glimpse of chio bu or leng chai or even siao sports car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey:&lt;br /&gt;university, to hall 12,13; turn before NIE; align target to src; reach src; proceed to do 2.4km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are rests in between, else I will die long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my 2.4 can only do in 15 minutes.. sigh.. long gone the days of 12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, thought of continue to do some sprints. Alas, my muscle failed me.. sigh... control of my legs are affected somewhat.. no choice, have to go back already.&lt;br /&gt;The journey back was part walk, part jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached room at around 10.50pm. Gosh.. and I used the stairs.. no wonder I feel dead.. so dead.. Tomorrow will be a painful day.. wahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116420867536695036?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116420867536695036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116420867536695036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-two-one-two-one-two.html' title='one, two; one, two; one, two;'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116419841246460220</id><published>2006-11-22T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:26:52.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk down the street</title><content type='html'>One fine wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;The breeze was cool after  the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I was happily walking back after buying bread.&lt;br /&gt;As I pass by the food court, I noticed that there is some one laying down on the floor, opposite the food court.&lt;br /&gt;I approach the person.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought that it must be some uncle sleeping on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was nearer, I noticed that it is a lady. Complete with hand bag and things that she bought.&lt;br /&gt;I quicken my pace, thinking she may have fainted or sth.&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering why is everybody avoiding her..&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to reach her, I heard a loud sobbing sound from her.&lt;br /&gt;out of my mind, images of people who are of not sound mind, flashes in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I had met some in the country, don't really want to meet more.&lt;br /&gt;Hesitated whether to help or not.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she slowly sat up.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. looks all fine to me. except that she is sobbing very loud now.&lt;br /&gt;Walked pass the road.&lt;br /&gt;Feel uneasy, decided to observe the lady to see if she will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;She got up unsteadily, and started to walk.&lt;br /&gt;The way she walk is not normal, like people who suffered stroke and recovered but with some effect on movement.&lt;br /&gt;She sat down on stairs, took out handphone and make a call.&lt;br /&gt;concluded that she was of sound mind, maybe just cannot get over her newly found "disability".&lt;br /&gt;She cried for a while more, wipe away tears, got up.&lt;br /&gt;Waited to cross the road, crossed the road and head towards Hdb flat.&lt;br /&gt;That is when I decided to continue my walk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad world. firstly because there are people who have to suffer like that.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, of the people around the food court who just look at the whole incident like normal occurance.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, of those people who is watching free show, entertainment..&lt;br /&gt;fourth, for my doubt in helping her... sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116419841246460220?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116419841246460220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116419841246460220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/walk-down-street.html' title='Walk down the street'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116402661167336601</id><published>2006-11-20T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:43:31.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wonder</title><content type='html'>Here we are, studying like mad for exams. After that will be working hard to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if lucky, meet suitable partner, get married, have family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then work even harder to feed more mouth and education of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after what seems like decade, children all grown up. They go to other place to study or work. Now all alone again. All the amount of time, effort and money invested in children, but they are leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retire, if lucky go do some travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body failing, getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is still the more optimistic version. The main assumption is death don come anywhere in between.  Come on, life should be more interesting and meaningful then this, no? Maybe because I have time to reflect after my grandpa passed away. I found out that, life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much, and in the middle of exams.. haha.. ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? do you really know what you want? not just in the short term, but for your whole life. What do you want to achieve for the period that you are able to speak, work, travel....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116402661167336601?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116402661167336601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116402661167336601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-you-ever-wonder.html' title='Have you ever wonder'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116350425202989371</id><published>2006-11-14T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:37:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that feeling again</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am feeling it again&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that will cause people to reduce effeciency.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that makes people  to be in a lost of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that causes a person to be glum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of a movie that I watched.. haih...&lt;br /&gt;the sad-love story.&lt;br /&gt;korean movie 'a moment to remember'&lt;br /&gt;Just great. Exams just 2 days away and I don feel like studying now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go jogging to forget that feeling. However, the slight pain from my right shoulder reminded me that I need to restrain from exercising.. haih.... I accidently pulled the muscle of my right shoulder. Not even sure how it happens. So there goes my most useful destressing method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I have other destressing method.&lt;br /&gt;- ICE-CREAM!!!!! (got one whole box in fridge.. ok ok , maybe not whole anymore but still 80% left)&lt;br /&gt;- read stories (quite effective if it is a good story. I can spend hours and hours on it, but not very wise when I am short of time, such as when exam period, which is......... now.....)&lt;br /&gt;- Beer ( yes, beer. wierd thing is, beer also serves to make me awake. I thought it is the other way around. hm.. oh well, I never was normal.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;- listen to radio (starting to get bored of it since my favorite DJs are on vacation for 2 weeks.. sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;listed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;trying to remember some parts of business law.. haha.. in this case, exemption clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah well, I supposed I should get back to study.. haih....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116350425202989371?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116350425202989371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116350425202989371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-feeling-again.html' title='that feeling again'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116225804786907653</id><published>2006-10-31T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:27:27.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl that makes bone melt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RY2oQWv5G1s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RY2oQWv5G1s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116225804786907653?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116225804786907653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116225804786907653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/girl-that-makes-bone-melt_31.html' title='The girl that makes bone melt'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116225784517248454</id><published>2006-10-31T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:24:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke from class 95 fm(adapted)</title><content type='html'>There was once  a guy named William. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since small, he was the person that teacher look for when they need students to help. They always say that he is the willing William. This is not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he joined the army and went for training.  That is when his worst nightmare came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one live firing training, the instructor gave the command 'FIRE AT WILL!!!!'... and he fainted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116225784517248454?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116225784517248454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116225784517248454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/joke-from-class-95-fmadapted.html' title='joke from class 95 fm(adapted)'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116225763600024580</id><published>2006-10-31T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:20:36.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam coming SOON!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well maybe it is not so soon for some people but it is like half a month away only. The atmosphere is building up in school... Library extend opening hours, students studying so much tat I cannot find place to study in school = scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the good thing is I got bored of world of warcraft. I always get bored of a game quite soon, and do not really feel like getting new game to play. ah well, more time to study and exercise then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, there is something about my house mate. One of them keep urinating on the seat cover. It is not so weird if it is a guy tat do that(well, guys with poor aim tend to do that), this however, is a girl. Damn her, make it so smelly. and the weird thing is, she pick the times that I will be first to use toilet after her, like when I have early class and she sleep late. ZZZZZzzzz......... I have no idea what she is doing. Meeting all kinds of interesting (aka weird) people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is a girl who told me last week that her birthday was on monday. I chose to ignore that hint and now I have a new nick - 'irritating pig'. LOL. Wonder where that came from since I not really fat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116225763600024580?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116225763600024580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116225763600024580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/exam-coming-soon.html' title='Exam coming SOON!!!!'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116108711801890916</id><published>2006-10-17T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:12:00.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd funeral..</title><content type='html'>and counting..&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I will lost count of the number of funerals I attended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quiz on saturday afternoon. later in the evening, I received a call from father telling me to go to uncle's house. Uncle will fly back from KL and drive his family and me to KL on Sunday morning. It was said that Grandpa's condition is critical. All his organs are not fuctioning anymore. We were to go down and pay a visit to him maybe for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning. After breakfast, we set off to KL from Singapore. We were not even out of Singapore when another telephone call came. Grandpa passed away... Not that it affect our plan very much cos everything was arranged and we were going back anyway. Yup, except that the intention now is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma decided to have a lightning style of funeral. So on Sunday itself, people were called in to perform the rituals. The funeral was done according to taoist style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there in the late afternoon. Many ppl are there already, so too are my parents and my brother. The coffin is placed in front of the house and tents were built and extended to the road. There is a place on the side where offerings were being burnted&lt;br /&gt;I was told to go cut my hair first because not allowed to cut hair for 3 months. So I went. After that, I bathed and changed into white cloths and black pants which was provided for by the funeral service ppl. I rested for a while in the room for the night is long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we take turns to eat dinner as some ppl must be present to continue doing the offerings and attend to ppl who came to pay last respect. Then, shifu (person who perform rituals), came. The immediate relatives gathered and we went into a series of kneeling, bowing, praying to different deity. I lost count of the number of times we performed the series of movement. this goes on from 7pm to past 3am with some small breaks in between. Along the way, some ppl cannot take it and have to drop out. The kids went to burning the offerings, while grandma just took a chair and sit down, observing the whole rituals. Kids slept at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;The last of the rituals for the night is burning of paper car, paper house, paper servant, dead ppl's money, grandpa's clothes.... Initially we were holding hand in hand around the pile of offerings. But the fire prove too much for us and we have to stand much further back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the night ended.. most people went to sleep to get some rest before the rituals on monday. Sleep was near impossible for me. Went for walk, had tea with brother at 24 hours stall, continue burning offerings. lost count of time as we were not allowed to wear things like watch, necklance, earings..... later I slept for around 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came. Breakfast was ate hastily. Shifu came. Last respect was paid to grandpa. Some of grandpa's favorite things was put into the coffin. Coffin was sealed. Coffin was move out of the house compound. Prayers were offered. Coffined moved into coffin car. We boarded a bus to Tapah.&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;reached Tapah, We came down of bus and walked behind the coffin car thru the town of Tapah.&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to burial grounds. Rested a while, have drink and some food. Coffin was lowered into the ground. Last rituals was performed. Each person took some soil and throw on top of coffin. We left without turning back...&lt;br /&gt;Went to town of Tapah for lunch. Traveled back to House in seapark. Cleared the place of grandpa's belongings. offered jossstick to altar of grandpa. Went for dinner. All went for a good night's rest. THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, everyone took it in stride. Including grandma. Everyone was expecting it to happen and have been prepared for it. However, some lost was felt from departure of grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116108711801890916?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116108711801890916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116108711801890916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/2nd-funeral.html' title='2nd funeral..'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116027640946916291</id><published>2006-10-08T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:41:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another funeral coming up</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems that I have to attend another funeral again. The signs are clear.... all the relatives are going back to visit in a rush, grandfather was not talking much when I met him 3 weeks ago. Now, he is hospitalized. Arrangements are being made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, I hate funerals. Yes I feel sad, but I don let it show. I have to be the one that is calm to be the driver. one good thing is that my grandfather had some good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why, but I suddenly remember what my grandfather told me few years back. He said:' If you have time, come back more often to see me, chit chat with me, eat roti canai with me. If you are busy with studies then nvm.' He was never demanding unlike those old folks we see in drama series. He is an understanding and independent person, which is a relieve to the relatives.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I will go back to visit him with father whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. time pass very fast. I can still remember him working in a very crowded restaurant. Taking down orders of customers. The restaurant is not near.. he will take a bus himself or hitch a ride. He was the popular person there, customers look for him when they go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. He had to sit down with customers to take orders. It appears that he is being friendly with customers, but the truth is he gets tire easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. he quited his job and stayed at home..till now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago, he was happily playing candles with the 2 youngest grandchildren. Now, he is lying in hospital bed.. hahaha.. life is full of twist... life... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116027640946916291?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116027640946916291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116027640946916291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-funeral-coming-up.html' title='Another funeral coming up'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-116022588928826676</id><published>2006-10-07T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:00:45.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maths love letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in&lt;br /&gt;trigonometric lane. There I saw you with your cute circular&lt;br /&gt;face, conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your&lt;br /&gt;triangular garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before seeing you, my heart was a null set, but when a&lt;br /&gt;vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a&lt;br /&gt;deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;it differentiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots,&lt;br /&gt;which only you can solve by making good binary relation&lt;br /&gt;with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions&lt;br /&gt;but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits&lt;br /&gt;from zero to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The&lt;br /&gt;geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality.&lt;br /&gt;My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant on&lt;br /&gt;date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of&lt;br /&gt;160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial&lt;br /&gt;of degree 10. With love from your higher order derivatives&lt;br /&gt;of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours ever loving,&lt;br /&gt;Pythagoras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"Plum trees bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Nightingales sing,&lt;br /&gt;But I am alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-116022588928826676?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116022588928826676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/116022588928826676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/maths-love-letter.html' title='maths love letter'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115976572265761749</id><published>2006-10-02T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:15:49.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pressured.. stupid</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I feel so stupid recently.. sigh... feeling so depressed and disappointed... to the extent of giving up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doing tutorials, I cannot do many questions. Even if I manage to do the questions, they turned up to be wrong. While my friends are always able to do the tutorials, able to ask questions that teacher like, able to follow the lecture well (still able to do other things during lecture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidence have never been so tested. And up till now, it seems that I have failed the test. This will lead to failure of other tests.. like examination.. I know.. I know that I should pick up my confidence again. still trying.. sigh.. It is not helpful that there are ppl who wanna show that they are smart. and the tutor who thinks that every one is smart. It also does not help that parents just want me to pass exam, not excel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can go thru this hard times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115976572265761749?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115976572265761749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115976572265761749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/pressured-stupid.html' title='pressured.. stupid'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115871662439874611</id><published>2006-09-20T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:43:44.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduced-failure</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. Just some time ago, I was seduced!!!! well, maybe some will not believe it but wait till you read on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time last week, I met with my group members to do project. (both of them are girls). when we were choosing the place to meet and do project, I suggested computer room, but they wanted to do it in one of their room at 9.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;So on the day, I went to the block but did not go and knock on the room door as I was early. So I sent a msg to the girl to check if she is awake. She told me to just go to her room. So I went..&lt;br /&gt;What greeted me was a line of bras that was hung outside the room. So I pretend not to see it.&lt;br /&gt;then, I knock on the door, she answered. and.. apparently she just woke up (with wrinkled clothes and ruffled hair)&lt;br /&gt;Then she went to wash face and brush teeth, asking me to use her laptop in the mean time. But she forgot to give me the pass word. So I was left bored in the room alone. In order to ease my boredom, my eyes roamed the room. My my.. more bras hanging in the room. ( I did not see them!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she came back and the other group member came. Project starts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;incident&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they started to get bored and chat about other things for a while. Then they came to 'how to cross legs'. And they start to demonstrate... and they were wearing extreme short pants.. &lt;oh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they were lying around on bed also, I did not dare too look much cos short pants+lie on bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went for lunch, one of the girls drive. and there were stair case... and they walked in front... and when stairs are up slope... I am basically looking straight at their butt (their short pants just serves to show their butt shape, not cover it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how about one of them coming near when I found some information on laptop.. and her long hair was... well.... tickling me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some may think, I should be happy huh? sadly, they are not my type ( wanted to say they not pretty but then everyone's taste is different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think my immuned system was put to test and I think I passed the test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115871662439874611?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115871662439874611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115871662439874611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/seduced-failure.html' title='Seduced-failure'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115798462315909732</id><published>2006-09-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:23:43.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DrEaM gIrL</title><content type='html'>My Beautiful Girl,&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are,&lt;br /&gt;I know when I saw you&lt;br /&gt;You have opened the door&lt;br /&gt;and now that I love again&lt;br /&gt;until a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;I love again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MET HER!!!! THE IDEAL GIRL !!!! (physically, have not have chance to get to know more)&lt;br /&gt;oh, how my heart melts at the sight of her eyes. Those perfectly shaped eye brows. Those cute lips. Those fair skin with pink colours. Those expressions that form inside the eyes...  All this in just...... 5 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just 5 minutes. I met her when I went back home last friday. After Singapore custom, I boarded a bus and sat down. Immediately, my eyes, my brain (contrary to believe, I have them), my heart, were glued to a girl sitting in the seat in front of me. And so I stare and stare and stare, not wanting to take my eyes off her for as long as I can. I just want to marvel in the beauty that nature created..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how time boards a ultra-super sonic aeroplane when you want it to go slow? damn the time... Damn the driver for driving so fast.. Damn the other cars for not jamming up the causeway!!!! ARGH!!!! reach JB custom liao.. sigh... with heavy hearts... I stood up and left... My heart and soul still lingering near her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am a capable person.... when that days comes.. oh please come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115798462315909732?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115798462315909732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115798462315909732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/dream-girl.html' title='DrEaM gIrL'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115760818327371583</id><published>2006-09-07T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:49:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time of serious study</title><content type='html'>One year ago, I cannot imagine anyone being able to stay at library for hours and hours. I was thinking that library is a very boring place with nothing much in store for me. I can get whatever information that I want online and from text books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all this change. I am not sure why, but now I go to library at least 3 times per week and each time is around 2 hours. I start to like the envorinment of library, esp Library 2. the air cond (NOTE: MAIN POINT), study desk lighting and RBR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I have to make playing computer games an activity that is extinct. haih... study day and night non-stop. But I have to admit that  I am finding this life acceptable if not fun. For those who took further maths before, you would know the joy of doing tutorials.. The joy that you feel after you crack your head hours to solve your question, then cannot get, then try for hours again the next day... and GOT THE ANSWER!!! WAHAHAHA... Hope I don go crazy over doing tutorials... Or rather, I don become even crazier.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a bit sien, my social life was bare minimum, now is even worse.. dunno how to describe it.. Well, 2 years ain't that long.. I hope (those who have 3 years more, don kill me :(.... ) I work so hard, but then I know that first class honors is very far from me.. sigh... this is demoralising... the best I can hope for is second upper, but then it is hard to get also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone work hard ans survive uni life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115760818327371583?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115760818327371583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115760818327371583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-of-serious-study.html' title='time of serious study'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115708654120348952</id><published>2006-09-01T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:55:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no air-cond? yes air-cond</title><content type='html'>When a tenant signed the contract to rent the room, the landlady said that there will not be any air cond provided. What she meant was that the air cond unit is in the room but she kept the remote away from the tenant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the tenant still manage to use the air-cond. Who needs a remote control to on the air-cond?  As long as the main switch of the air-cond is turned on by the landlady in her room, the smart tenant can use the air-cond too.. and.. for free....  How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as the landlady does not stay in the uni often, the tenant is thinking of purchasing a cooler that uses ice and water to cool down the room. The downside to the cooler is that it only lasts for 4 hours. After that more ice and water need to be added. and it costs more than S$150. Is it a good deal? hm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115708654120348952?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115708654120348952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115708654120348952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-air-cond-yes-air-cond.html' title='no air-cond? yes air-cond'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115708604900818630</id><published>2006-09-01T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:47:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie joke</title><content type='html'>This is a conversation between a mother and a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Mama, papa will not allow me to go and study the course &lt;sobbing&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: It is ok darling, I will go talk to him&lt;br /&gt;D: It is no use mama, he keep thinking he is the head of the house and have right to make decision...&lt;br /&gt;M: Now don't you worry, he may be the head of the house, but I am the neck. I can turn the head anyway I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of story: being head is not a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115708604900818630?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115708604900818630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115708604900818630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/movie-joke.html' title='movie joke'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115639694822407158</id><published>2006-08-24T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T13:22:28.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House mate birthday</title><content type='html'>Gosh Gosh.. house mate birthday is coming up very soon. What am I to do? what to buy? oh no... hahaha.. ah well, my head nearly crack last night thinking about that. However, thanks to my careful observation of the things that I did, I manage to think of what to buy.. thanks to kee and choo, a wooden comb it will be... at least, one of the presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been almost a week now staying there. Now, we (me and the other 2 girls) are more comfortable with each others' existance in the same unit. Although there are times where some things will happen. Like this morning, where I am dying to get the things in my rectum out.. unfortunately, one of the them is bathing.. oh the pain of waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst things is,... I cannot go around semi naked in the unit or room now that there are girls there. Although I did do that when I stay with my brothers (their place got 2 girls share the unit also), those 2 are more like elder sister to me. Anyway, I am sure they have experienced much more than that.. haha.. With the 2 I staying with now.. hm.. they look like guai guai one.. cannot give too much shock to them... at least.. not yet.. MUAHAHAH....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115639694822407158?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115639694822407158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115639694822407158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/house-mate-birthday.html' title='House mate birthday'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115615718936869463</id><published>2006-08-21T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:46:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first night.....</title><content type='html'>The first night of my stay in rented room....everything was just fine...&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner together with my house mates and went for brief shopping with them. They were 2 girls from Muar. They rented one room and I took the other available room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was studying time and 3 of us study till past 11 pm. Then got ready to turn in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm.. on my bed feeling happy to  get a nice room&lt;br /&gt;11.45pm.. fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;12.30am.. felt hot...&lt;br /&gt;1am.. woke up to find out that the fan was out of action..&lt;br /&gt;1am to 2am.. spend the time wondering what to do now that it is too hot without a fan. Went to living room, but the ceiling fan was as weak as a 1cm think tofu.&lt;br /&gt;2am.. decided to sleep on the floor of living room...&lt;br /&gt;4am.. woke up.. sleep is impossible since floor is heated up by my body temperature liao... tossed and turned&lt;br /&gt;5am.. what the hell.. got up and bathed&lt;br /&gt;5.30am walking around while fanning myself with a dvd&lt;br /&gt;6am decided to eat some things and was clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ends my ordeal of the night. Do not mistaken.. the day was terrible also.. can see many ppl flying around the place.. and in circles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm, reached home from school.. found a brand new fan in front of my door.. WOOHOO!!!1 new and powerful like a 1 m thick tofu.. can sleep well liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115615718936869463?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115615718936869463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115615718936869463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-night.html' title='first night.....'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115587247595356943</id><published>2006-08-18T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:48:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>After weeks of frantic searching online and viewing places near Uni, I have finally found a place to stay that is satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewed the room 2 nights ago. At that time, there was another working guy also viewing the room. I must thank him to ask all the questions and get the answers that I wanna know. I must thank him also for creating the impression that he is noisy and talkative and demanding.. hahaha.. During most of the viewing, I just told my agent to let them ask the questions first. Then, they left after leaving their name card. That is when the victory strike was launched. I just took out money and pay for deposit and signed agreement with the landlady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the unit is all from same uni. The landlady is working at uni, and the other room stays 2 girls. At least one of them are attractive. HAHAHA... my poor brothers.. so envious of me. Ah well, going to move in this weekend. Then it will be getting down and proper on studying.. and some other things of possible :P (go figure what that means)...YEAH.. cannot wait to move in and release myself from the fate of sleeping on the floor and living on other ppl. (cos I don pay rent when I stay at the unit that my brother rented)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all goes well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115587247595356943?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115587247595356943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115587247595356943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115501574655103172</id><published>2006-08-08T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:42:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>war</title><content type='html'>There is a battle in computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;The number of participants are increasing.&lt;br /&gt;The news is spreading like wild fire.&lt;br /&gt;More and more ppl come to join in the fight once the exhausted and battered people leave.&lt;br /&gt;Things are in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Chairs all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Items like keyboards are favorites as weapons in the war.&lt;br /&gt;Will there be any end to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on standing by to join in the fight once my time comes.&lt;br /&gt;to join in the fight to &lt;strong&gt;REGISTER SUBJECTS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it is the time of the year again to fight each other to get the empty slots of classes.&lt;br /&gt;It is when people show their selfishness by ignoring others and taking what they want&lt;br /&gt;It is time when slow down of connections occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not despair brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;Pick up your boards and mice&lt;br /&gt;and fill the chair with sweat&lt;br /&gt;while trying to emerge victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sth stupid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115501574655103172?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115501574655103172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115501574655103172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/war.html' title='war'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641575.post-115486172444010653</id><published>2006-08-06T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T18:55:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of journey again</title><content type='html'>Here it is again. Time to start my studies in the new semester, not that I am very enthusiastic about it. I am still very much disappointed and disorientated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment comes from failure to execute my plan. This left me with nothing, no minor to take and also no second specialisation to take. One person suggested that I take the subjects in the specialisation I want and just learn the things and clear my GE. Guess I will just have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disorientated? well, school starts but I have not get a place to stay yet. Now still bunking at my brothers' place at bukit batok. It does not feel good. All my stuff are not unpacked yet and will not be because I am not legit person to stay here. Take it as a challenge some say.. what choice have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had fun yesterday.. Though a bit tiring.. haha.. long day afterall. Many thanks to ppl who make it possible (sounds like thanking after event.. hm.. haha) Love you all (hm.. not the most recently befriended one). muach..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17641575-115486172444010653?l=singingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115486172444010653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17641575/posts/default/115486172444010653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singingplace.blogspot.com/2006/08/start-of-journey-again.html' title='start of journey again'/><author><name>胜</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10971982883164138256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
